Adam Hester closes down his holo book on rifts and other unexplained phenomenon.  It was almost the end of his watch and he was ready to be anywhere else but the bridge.  If you could call it a bridge.  It was in a shape of a triangle, being at the leading front point of their ship, which was a delta wing, kind of.  Maybe arrow head worked better.  The space was cluttered.  In the best of repairs, there was adequate room to move around, people passing each other without incident.  To do so now often ended in on of his crew mates falling to the floor entangled in wires and conduit.  Over half the monitors where dead, cold as the black of space.  Each station had a terminal in various states of repair and at least one functioning monitor.  Well, Elle and Halcyon did an excellent job of keeping everything running.  However they did it.  Well, at least there was the view.<br/><br/>They where passing through pretty uninvolved space scientifically speaking.  A hand full of gaseous clouds had been the excitement thus far for the trip.  When Adam realized they would be passing a particularly beautiful nebula, however, he volunteered for the watch that would corespond with its arrival.  Still quite distant, he had a picture of it up on his monitoring station.  Its shape leads one to conclude it really could look like anything you fancied.  With colors ranging from deep purple to violet, blues and greens, it was a beautiful sight to behold.  Adam Sighs.  he would never get used to these wonders.<br/><br/>Looking at the time, Adam wonders who was due in this morning.  Having grown up in a privateer vessel that made runs across known space made one appreciate simple things.  Like oxygen and heat.  His parents had beat into him just how important it was to always stay mindful of anything you did in the vacuum of space.  One mistake could cost you your life, possibly that of your entire crew.  Adam smiles softly as he watches the electrical fields shimmer within the approaching nebula.  He would await till someone arrived and go get a bite to eat.  Maybe a little time in the rec room would wake him up a bit.<br/><br/>Adam leans back in his chair and puts his hands interlaced behind his head.  He was wearing his vacuum suit, which is standard navy grey, with reinforced areas covering joints and vital areas like the chest and abdomen.  A heavy collar encircles his neck, attached to which is a energy pack and two cylinders.  The pack extends about halfway down his back.  He has red hair and hazel eyes.  He is clean shaved and thin.  He wears his hair in a short fashion combed straight back.  Everything is in order, and in its place.<br/><br/>As he waits, his mind wanders to their current assignment.  He had dubbed it the Ha-Qodeshim Follies in his journal.  Why would such a powerful corporation look for the likes of them?  Multiple crews maybe?  Maybe they were working their way up from the bottom of the list of candidates.  That had to be it.  Pay as little as you can to recover that which you have lost.  The reward was lucrative however.  To think what they could do for the ship...<br/><br/>Adam continues to think as he is lost in the glowing nebula.