(http://i.imgur.com/B76g2vq.png)<br/><br/>Chera caught the man's name and little else of his rambling other than the fact that he didn't have a ship.<br/><br/>"Shit.  Really?"  She shook her head and frantically looked around, hands on hips and trying to ponder how she was going to get the hell off this station.  Captain Green said something about hyperspace shellfish, but she really tuned out after<em> I don't have a ship</em>.  That was the only pertinent bit she could decipher.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So... What's your name and why you wanted?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Chera Cheeks," she said without even a hint of humor at the suggestive alias and started walking towards a drop-tube that could take her down to Rust Sector.  There she'd hopefully find someone to fly her off this deathtrap.<br/><br/>"I'm Vottese," she continued (assuming the humin from Urth was following along).  "You know Vott?  They had a big revolution there... a violent overthrow of their government.  I went to school with one of the Vott princesses -- Cassiopeia.  They've been rounding up everyone who knew her... think we have information on where she's hiding out.  And those who cooperated with them haven't been heard from again.  So I choose not to cooperate."<br/><br/>