First off the ship is the captain, an electric hum filling the air from the engines that guide him. He sits with a slouch atop a motorized wheelchair guided by a chip implanted within his brain. One limb short of quadrapalegic, his right arm rests at his side. To match, a mechanical arm of the same rickety gunmetal that makes up his beloved Hark. Today, he is not wearing his legs. Seeing the old codger, Garren can’t help but smile wider and spread his arms.

GARREN: “Golt Argander!”

The aged, and now retired, weapons trader laughs with glee as he makes his way closer.

GOLT: “Hahaa, Garren! Ay, boy, you look like shit!”

Garren jogs forward to meet him half-way, and crouches to embrace him in a tight hug.

GARREN: “Ooh, all the same to you, brother.”

Anyone to gaze at Golt could see a man with a thousand more years than he had ever lived in his eyes. His features are almost akin to an iguana bred to have the flat-faced features of a pug. His teeth are sharp like a shark and his eyes a piercing brown with vertical slits. Across his entire body is a coarse texture of scarring from shrapnel long since removed.

Garren pulls away from the hug, gesturing down to where Golt’s lower half ought to be.

GARREN: “No legs today?”

GOLT: “Bah, what’s the point...was just sittin’ for twelve hours in warp. Waste’a battery.”

Stumbling around the Hark next is a man younger than his peers- mid-forties, dressed in sleek combat gear, and desperately trying to hold in his mid-flight meal after the landing he had just endured. In any other circumstance, Vlex Castelle would appear nimble and laser focused, as any highly trained mercenary should.

Vlex, much like Golt, is incredibly reptilian in appearance. His body is covered in thick plated scales shimmering like gold with blue slitted eyes that nearly seem to glow with vibrance. His race’s snouts protrude more than Golt’s, but hold the same maw of triangular teeth, though perhaps slightly more subtle.

Vlex steadies himself best he can with his hands on his knees and looks up to Garren with an exhausted smile.

VLEX: “Hey, old man.”