A Fresh Start }{ I got yelled at on the old one.

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How the hell did he end up on this bustling little planet? Oh, yeah, he remembered. That sour deal when he was kicked out of a moving shuttle. Good thing, because as soon as it hit above the skyline it was turned into some form of Swiss cheese. Then it became a great big fireball. Andrew liked that best about the whole being kicked out of a moving shuttle thing, the feh feh pi goh deserved it. That was when he realized his stay on this planet was a might too long. It was time to get off this rock.

So after dustin' off his hat, he had a quick trip to the doc's, or as many know it as the bar, and got some good medicine, or others would call it a good shot of whiskey, for the pain and set out to find a ship off this planet. The sooner the better. The alliance didn't know he was alive, and that was something he was happy about. Officially he was off the cortex. He had ident, alright, but it wasn't him. Getting that changed was a pain in the ass, but it had to be done. Officially his name was Mathew Hendrix, but he only told alliance types that.

So after a fun walk from where he landed in the industrial district, to the bar, and then to the docks, he started to look for the ship for him. He immediately passed all of those who had that alliance feel to them, looking for the older, maybe more weathered models. His first thought was 'what is with all these gorram fireflys?' He had to blame it on the whole Miranda incident. It was a fad now, he guessed. A good one, because they were stable ships, and any mechanic with half his salt could keep it running. The best mechanics could make it soar.

He actually found an active recruiting firefly. He didn't really mind that model of ship, as long as it flew, and not into the arms of an alliance officer, he could care less what it was. There was some woman in an off-white beach chair. He sighed, it was really the first place he checked, but then again, as long as they didn't stay too long, he could care less. So with a sigh and a check to make sure his hat was on and not about to blow away, he walked up the ramp, holding a hand up.

"Howdy, I see your lookin' for a crew." He moved up the ramp as he spoke, until he was in front of the woman, he tipped his hat and said "Name's Andrew. I'm a-willin' to work for you, if you got the need for a good gun and a loyal man. If your my captain, then I'm your man, no ifs ands or buts."

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The slim woman looked up into ice blue eyes, and frowned. She'd been about to shut the door for the Raven, and get the ship off of this dusty idiotic planet. She nodded to him, and let him speak his peace. She wanted off this ship badly. Needed it. She needed to be in the air.

"Depends. We're about to cast off." she said giving him a long stare. Only yesterday she had a huge influx of people, and seriously wanted to get off the damn rock. She looked him over again. "Get on. I don't feel like talkin' out in the heat." she said, moving out of his way, and stepping inside. She waited only a moment before she hit the button and the door started to close. "If your willin' to do odd jobs, and can deal with pay being a bit wonky at times, then you can join us. If you need anything, go and get it. We leave in an hour." she said, eyeing him.

"I'm Hyde by the way, Jadyn Hyde. This is Raven."

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Andrew nodded, moving inside while the doors came to a close. "Good meetin' ya, Ms. Hyde, but I ain't got not else, and I'm not of a mind to complain 'bout work." He took his hat off while inside, no use keeping it on, and just plain rude, so his mother had taught him. He took a look around the cargo bay. It was a standard one on these light class transport ships, and probably riddled with smuggler's holes, if his experience with fireflys were anything, and he had seen a good few in his time.

Working on a patrol boat, smugglers liked to use ships like this to move merchandise, they had nooks and crannies built in for basically just that purpose. He rather liked that, good hiding places should alliance types come knocking. No two ships had the same spots, and he was going to count on that as a plan B.

"Just point out my bunk and I'll get outta your hair," He said, the faster they took off this rock, the better, and he wasn't going to let him talking to the captain get in the way of that.

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The slim blonde nodded. She watched him for a moment. "Good. I get grouchy when people around me do." the soldier in her bled through right then, but she didn't care. She hit the button. "Get us in the air!" he voice was quick, but relaxed. "We'll be going to Ariel, then off to Hera, hope you don't mind." her voice was calm, as she led the way to the personal dorms. Not the Crew ones. She was going to leave that open for her crew to choose, but he'd still geta good room.

"Chose any of the ones that don't have an occupant. We have three sit down meals a day. Next one's around noon."

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Andrew stood by as she called the command over the intercom. He was finally to get off this gorram planet. He had enough of these fluctuation of people. You could walk one block and go from the dirt robbin' types to the ball gown robbin' types. He was a simple style of man, and didn't take fancy to all that play acting to everyone else. Get him to a rim rock where you got shot at in the face, not in the back.

Andrew grit his teeth for a twinge when he heard Ariel come over the places they would be stopping off. He wasn't all-fired shiny about going deeper into Alliance space, none the less a core planet. Andrew kept his mouth shut about it though, he couldn't get tetchy about that, the destinations were the captain's choices, and as long as he wasn't needed on planet, he would be staying on the ship.

When he heard that they're next stop was Hera, he relaxed slightly. At least they wouldn't be staying too deep into Alliance space. He nodded when she told him to pick a room not occupied. He was a little surprised, usually the crew went into the crew quarters, not the ones usually reserved for passengers.

This told him they usually were not going to be shuttling anyone who would care if they had a crew or passenger quarters, if they were going to be shuttling anyone at all.

"Duhn ruhn mei wen ti, Captain. I'll be there." Was his response to her explanation of how the meals were run. This didn't surprise him. Ships crew were like large extended families, being together for nearly months at a time out in the black, and if you didn't know who you were flying with during those times, well then you got a mite problem.

That was something Andrew knew would come out. He didn't like it, but he had to know who to watch when his back was turned to them. He wasn't unfriendly, he just liked his privacy, for good reasoning.

((OOC: Duhn ruhn mei wen ti: Of course no problem))