<br/>((<em><span class="bbc_u">Note:Character text Code Box</span></em>))<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Character Speech Code-<br/>Crash Graves-Red<br/>Nero Vanderheim-Teal<br/>Dirk Mansteele-Navy<br/>Ratchet Gyros-Brown</div></div><br/><br/>"That's the fifth one in three months."<br/><br/>"It was an accident. These sort of things happen in our line of work. You know that. You knew the day you signed on." replied a relaxed and smooth male voice.<br/><br/>"This is true. But I did not expect Joseph to go out as he did. It simply wasn't right." argued another, this voice more snarky and uptight.<br/><br/>"Crash, we all did not anticipate things to go as badly as they did. But Joseph was a warrior and he went out fighting the way he always wanted." the other voice reassured him as the two figures carried a long crate into the cargo bay of the metallic ship.<br/><br/>"Yeah, sure thing Nero. I'm sure he always saw himself taking a laser blast for the captain. Just not, well you know, sixty five. The surprised expression on his face sorta argues with your logic." Crash Graves replied, as the two men set the box down by the bay door. Reaching into his pockets, Crash drew out a long white stick, slipping it into his mouth and flicking a metallic tinder box in his hands. The flame lit up the end with a crimson glow, burning into the paper and tobacco within. The glow from the light briefly lit up the mans face, two yellow eyes with sharp spiked red hair at the front of his head. He bent down and grabbed the lid of the box they had been carrying alongside them, placing it atop the box and over the corpse laying inside. The dead body was wrapped in his favorite hunting garb that fortunately for him had been in the laundry the day of his accident. The crew had placed him into this suit knowing he would like to look his best on such occasion. His face was the only thing they hadn't been able to fix. It was one with an expression cast in a rather amazing fusion of surprise and absolute terror.<br/><br/>((<em><span class="bbc_u">Profile: Crash Graves</span></em>)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Crash Graves:</em></span></strong><br/>(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTujkYQNXGyPQY5uzUzs_8XZRvCAO8oQtPI1-Rc5GFYJbs4h1eC)<br/><em>Occupation: Pilot<br/>Age: 29<br/>Personality Traits: Brash, Uncensored, Snarky, Loyal<br/>Skills: Electrician, Aviation experience, Wild and Frenzied fighting style make him a surprising hand to hand opponent</em><em><br/>Short Bio: Crash is a former Galactic Armada Pilot, who was dishonorably discharged after assaulting a superior officer in command during a mission. He spent several years as a racer in the underground circuits of the galaxy using his skills to go on a hot winning streak before suffering to his gambling compulsion and accruing a mass amount of debt to several key loan sharks. During his time with the armada, Crash met compatriot Nero and formed a small friendship. Nero recruits Crash to act as the pilot of the Steel Condor. Crash has a very dirty and sexist mouth but is more of a rough around the edges personality and loyal to a fault.</em><br/></div></div><br/>The two men lined the lid up, Nero gently tapping nails into the wood to seal it off. With black shaggy hair and light brown eyes, Nero was the more laid back of the two, and slightly more friendly in both appearance and personality. Perhaps that was how he made first mate to the captain. Or perhaps it was his unflinching loyalty. Nero rarely ever admitted to being an optimist but preferred to lead by example to inspire everyone else on the crew seeing as the captain, charismatic as he was, was not always he best leader. "Look, we all know that if the captain could take back what happened, then he surely would. It really wasn't his fault." Nero explained, tapping in a nail with the hammer.<br/><br/>((<em>Profile: Nero</em>))<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Nero Vanderheim</em></span></strong><br/>(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3f7jgZ7ZpQ5_zzb4lNHMk5wr0P1-bmHnl7hi5KLnkRsKBWK2L)<br/><em>Occupation: First Mate, Vice-Captain, Negotiator <br/>Age:32<br/>Personality: Calm, Collected, Laxed<br/>Skills and Traits: Strategist, Tactician, Marksman, Military Combat experience and training<br/>Short Bio: A former promising cadet in the Galactic Armada, through a situation of unfortunate events has found Nero as the assistant captain aboard the mercenary ship, the Steel Condor. Nero rarely speaks of his past and focuses on the present. He has three years travelling with Dirk Mansteele, and yet has always preferred to remain as second in command despite the latter's will. Nero is the brains behind the many adventures the ship undertakes and secretly plots the navigation coordinates instead of the captain.</em> <br/></div></div><br/><br/>"Hold the phone, not his fault? He screamed like a woman and jumped behind Joe! The Xercians emptied their entire mags into him!" Crash snapped, holding the lid down tight, "We would never have been in that predicament if Dirk hadn't sat on their king in the first place! Honestly, what was he thinking?!"<br/><br/>"Let it go Crash. To be fair to the captain, he did shout for everyone to take cover. It's not his fault Joe didn't hear him until it was too late and that the captain may have shouted it after jumping behind him. Besides, there is no use groaning over it any longer. The mourning period is over and we'll be picking up the new recruit when we get to the Zexis space harbor. Keep your chin up. We've got a payday to cash in on." Nero said calmly, finishing his chore and setting the hammer into his vest pocket.<br/><br/>The two stepped out into the hallway and with a press of a switch, closed the cargo bay hatch door, another flip of a second switch and the airlock sucked the coffin out into the starry depths. The two gave a wave to the box as it disappeared from sight and turned to head down the hallway.<br/>"I give this one less than two weeks. Betcha sixty units." Crash dared Nero.<br/><br/>"I'll see that action." the other agreed with a small smile.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Inside the cockpit of the space vessel,<em>The Stainless Steel Condor</em>, the Captain was sitting in the pilot seat looking over the controls. He was large, muscular man, with a deep cleft in his broad chin, his dark black hair slicked back with copious amounts of gel, a white stripe like that of a lightning bolt dyed through one side of his many strands. His bright blue eyes complimented his looks just as much as the large yet trimmed mustache above his upper lip. Indeed, Captain Dirk Mansteele (a name the crew severely doubted was really his true name), was at first impression a seasoned veteran of combat and political experience. In a sense he truly was. He had been on countless missions in his many years sailing the stars, conveying diplomatic missions, saving various princesses from usurpers, and made a handsome living with cargo delivery and bounty hunting. As he stared down at the many digital displays and readouts, he had to admit with a smirk,<em>he knew absolutely nothing about flying this ship</em>.<br/><br/>((<em>Profile: Captain Dirk))</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>Dirk Mansteele</strong></em></span>:<br/>(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/godzilla/images/4/4c/Doug_gordon.PNG/revision/latest?cb=20150331203528)<br/><em>Occupation: Captain of the Steel Condor, Galactic Hero, Celebrity <br/>Age: 43<br/>Skills and Traits: Good looks, physical appeal, Charisma, Formerly Pornographic Film Extra<br/>Short Bio: Dirk Mansteele was a down and out sex actor whose face was never seen on screen. Struggling to find work outside the pornography industry, Dirk took up a small time job in dry cleaning. One order was picked up by Nero Vanderheim, who took a liking to Dirk's charismatic attitude despite being at the end of his rope, and his ability to tell a lie with a straight face. <br/><br/>Nero hired Dirk as a helping hand aboard a junked fighter ship. On a particular mission, Nero and Crash eliminated a wave of hostiles. While they pursued the hostile's leader, Dirk came upon the scene to give the boys hoping to cheer them on. He discovered a fallen warriors good luck charm and blade, picking it up out of curious nature, when the local paparazzi charged in.</em><br/>(http://cdn-static.denofgeek.com/sites/denofgeek/files/styles/insert_main_wide_image/public/1/00//godzilla_final_wars.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Assuming Dirk was the one responsible, they proclaimed Dirk the hero of the front page and headlines streamed wild. Nero, seeing that this could pay off well if handled right, let Dirk keep the blade and charm and gave him command of the Steel Condor to take advantage of celebrity benefits. While Dirk is nearly almost useless in combat and a problematic klutz at the worst times, he is in fact a surprisingly useful man in other areas one would not expect. His charisma and loyalty to his crew makes up for his bad decisions and lackluster charm. Oddly enough, Dirk has no sexual interest in natural humans, but an overwhelming desire to sex anything alien, humanoid or otherwise. </em><br/></div></div><br/><br/>Oh he had meant to take the time to learn. But with all the heroic deeds needing to be done lately he just hadn't read up on the manual yet. To let the crew see him doing such a thing would compromise his flawless image as their brave and experienced leader. No, he had a reputation to keep up, and in times like this when the crew was busy he would sneak around and try to pick up as much as he could from careful observations.<br/><br/>The radio on his shoulder buzzed with a deeper voice coming through, "You there captain?"<br/><br/>Dirk jumped in his seat and yelped before calming his nerves. Taking a breath he detached the radio from his shoulder holster and leaned back on his elbow,<br/>"This is your captain,<em>Dirk Mansteele</em>, here. Go ahead Ratchet." he spoke in a voice that spoke volumes to his ego and need to sound calm as can be.<br/><br/>"...Ughh....Captain, you don't need to announce your full name. Just acknowledge the transmission like everyone else with a simple yes or no." Ratchet sighed.<br/><br/>"But if I don't make sure you know its me, your captain,<em>Dirk Mansteele</em>, you could be talking to an imposter my faithful mechanic." Captain Dirk explained as he looked out the windows with a satisfied smirk.<br/>"I...I honestly doubt that Captain. No one in the galaxy is that...eager to be mistaken for you." Ratchet explained, "Besides, you say your name<em>far more</em>than any man ever should."<br/><br/>Dirk frowned and sighed, "Is there a point to this call Ratchet?"<br/>"Yeah, when we get to port, make sure we stock back up on eridium cells. I'm running low down here. And get some gear fluid while you're at it. This motor doesn't run on magic dust. How long until we make port?"<br/><br/>Dirk checked his coordinates, "Ten minutes. I'll be personally going out on this errand to meet the new hire so rest assured my good friend, I, Captain Dirk Mans-"<br/>"Oh fer crying out loud!" Ratchet groaned while the captain droned on with the rest of his long winded speech.<br/>"-will see this job of great importance to its end. Fear not, you shall have your items of great importance soon. Captain out."<br/><br/>The doors to the pit opened, Nero and Crash stepping inside, each moving to their seats. Captain Dirk moved out of the pilots seat to allow Crash to drive and moved to the captain chair in the back of the room, overlooking the other seating. "Steady as she goes my good man." he instructed Crash, the pilot taking up the controls and adjusting course by a hair.<br/>"<em>Fuck off</em>." Graves retorted.<br/>"What was that?"<br/>"Sorry," Crash turned to Dirk, "Fuck off,<em>Captain</em>."<br/>Dirk seemingly didn't let it bother him, for everyone that was used to Crash knew he had a dirty mouth on him. It was more of a term of endearment. But Crash was one of the best navigators and pilots that had ever graced the controls so he was allowed to express himself in almost any way he wished. No one was going to tell him otherwise.<br/><br/>Nero smiled and shook his head, "So who's the new hire Captain?"<br/><br/>Mansteele sat back in his large chair and smiled, "I think you'll be quite pleased with this one. I took extra measures to make sure we hired someone of great talent. With my shrewd and valuable judgement I have selected a perfectly apt candidate that I feel will be quite promising."<br/><br/>Graves shook his head, "In other words, you hired someone with tits and an ass.<em>Perfect</em>." He rolled his eyes and steered the crew for the floating space station.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you agree my trusty pilot!" Dirk beamed, not exactly understanding the concept of sarcasm.<br/>