From afar, Redrick, who much preferred the alias one of his comrades gave him--"Farsight"-- watched as the woman and man greeted the other man on the ship. The ship he was to serve on. He hmms quietly, to himself, as he approaches. He carried a duffel bag with him, slung over one shoulder, and a large weapons case, in one hand, which contained his disassembled rifle. His side-arm was concealed in a  holster at his hip, hidden by his choice of clothing.<br/><br/>His clothing was simple, and no-nonsense. He wore black cloth pants and shirt, and steel-toed boots. Over this was a plain trench coat, dyed green. On his hands were fingerless gloves.<br/><br/>As he approached, he waved, with his free hand, to the man who seemed to be the one in charge; Ebon. "Hoi. Redrick Schuhart, reporting for duty.  You're the leader, yes?" He spoke jovially.