Teals was sat in one of the less reputable bars on Friendship 2 when her fist found the jaw of the man sat next to her. She could feel the crunch through her nerves and knew she had caused at least moderate injuries to him. A cracked jaw at most, severe bruising at least. The woman got to her feet, finished her drink and looked around the hushed establishment. She didn't enjoy being the center of attention, but it sometimes happens when you punch a man square in the face for no apparent reason. Of course, there was a reason for her, he had chosen to rip the demolitions specialist off. While Teals didn't have the wits of a captain, she knew explosives. If you pay for high grade explosives, only to be presented with, well... little more than fireworks, you deserve to get socked in the face right? To her, the logic seemed impeccable.<br/><br/>Her decision at that moment to leave the space station wasn't fueled by the possibility of revenge. He was a small time dealer who didn't have the muscle to attempt to go after her. It was, however, the security that forced her decision. Using "he ripped me off in an illegal arms deal..." as a defense probably isn't the best idea. Not to mention the Friendship security were as crooked as any pirate organisation. The distinct possibility of a trip to the local prison was what made Teals stand up, quickly vacate the bar and get to the small room she had been staying in. She packed her bags quickly, throwing in her small amount of possession, grabbed her shotgun and headed for the nearest exit off this place.<br/><br/>Teals laughed to herself as she checked the "crews needed" bulletin board. She HAD been going a little stir crazy on this place, cooped up for 6months on this tin pot station wasn't her idea of a good time. She yearned to fly again, to be on a ship and having fun rather than sitting on a hulking, rusted piece of metal doing nothing. The only ship posting that even caught her eyes was the... fuzzyboots? She re-read the name to herself and almost blanched, what kind of a ships name is that? She shook her head, the listing said it all help welcome, which was generally the accepted code for less than legal activities. Taking a deep breath she submitted her name on the Holopad, which would indicate the captain she was coming and then made her way towards Dock 47, one of the older and more forgotten areas on the station.<br/><br/>As she approached the ship, she noticed it looked like an old courier, a little beat up but obviously retrofitted with a few upgrades here and there. Teals wasn't overly intimate with the workings on a spaceship, her parents had built them but she never really concerned herself with that, but even she could tell it had seen wear and tear. She snapped off a practiced salute to what she assumed was the captain stood outside, growling away to anyone passing by. "Demolitions expert Teals." She spoke calmly and with a militaristic tone, indicating to anyone half aware that she had probably spent time serving at least in a local militia of some sort. "Looking forward to getting off this rust bucket." Not sure if she should expect a reply or not, Teals proceeded through the entrance to the ship, her boots clunking on the metal floor as she walked. It didn't take long before she found what she hoped she would find.<br/><br/>Teals opened the door to the Armory and took a look around. It wasn't the most well equipped, but it was something. She put down her bag and turned over an upside down chair, sitting it and putting her feet up on a workbench. 'Well, its not much' she thought to herself 'but its home now'.