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NE Booster a stout somewhat portly man in his early 20s and recently on his first tour of ship assignment outside the Sol system stood about 20 feet back from the cargo crate with small slots in its sides less then an inch wide. Faint growls were heard now and then and what sounded like shuffling and clawing. “..Oh god we’re not even a day or so out of port and the space monster already got on board!” He said glancing about while holding onto a gravity pipe that was used to normally help lift boxes like this, but now Booster felt it made an excellent club to defend himself from his incoming space monster attack.

”..Oh God I should have listened to Aunt Maria! She said all sorts of dangerous things lurked in the dark of space. That no one can hear you scream and....and…” he blabbered on, then let out a squeak of fright as the box let out another growl and clawing sound. “..Oh God come on where is that armory team?!? Its been nearly 2 minutes since I called!!” He said glancing to the door.

OOC: Bump!

GM CockRoach