Name: Girias 'Cookie' Bomban<br/>Occupation: Grunt<br/>Location: Outside the Ship<br/>Tagged: Mess, Bunk, Elfie, Keri, Strikers, Any<br/><br/>After eating something that resembled a piece of fruit, Girias got tired of waiting in the mess hall for any other crew members to finish their duties. He wiped his knife clean on his pants after having used it to slice said piece of fruit in to pieces and returned it to its scabbard.<br/><br/>He got up and went back to his bunk, retrieved his Winchester Rifle good ol'Betsy and moved about. With it slung across his chest he quickly moved about The End before looking for something to do.<br/><br/>Wiping the sweat from his eyes, he cursed and moved outside to the loading ramp. He had unslung his rifle from his back to gripping the handle though he pointed it down to the ground, in a passive manner. He approached Keri, the pilot, in a casual manner.<br/><br/>"Girl, any problems out there that need fxing with a bullet? Otherwise, I'm heading into town to see if I'm needed there."<br/><br/>He kept his gaze fixed on Keri, the pet slave, the food, the strikers and the distance between them and the town.