Oneshe had been sniffing around the outpost, literally and metaphorically, looking for his next gig. His last employer had shorted him about 3 bars of latinum, and their subsequent ‘disagreement’ meant he was also without a ride.

He was keeping his ears perked and eyes peeled for his next opportunity. This time hoping to score something more long term. To say there were ‘rumors’ of pirates around the area was an understatement. It seemed only a matter of time before he bumped in a crew with a few vacancies.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|