<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cCq51HJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Trishna Chaudhari<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Cockpit<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Cargo pants, tank top, heavy boots.<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Swearing, Flying<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"We investigate or go find fun elsewhere?"  Trish asked as she eyed the mining station.  She put the ship in a slow orbit, careful to keep her eyes out for any sign of life below.  "Could be value, could be death."  She offered as she eyed any available landing pad or hangar to see if she could even land the ship.<br/><br/>She was in favour of landing, that was where the money was, but even if she was the pilot she didn't want to hijack the ship.  That was how you got knifed in your bunk.