Dark Side of Loridian

Corbin Steegs sits in the corner taking notes. As a Starship technician for most of his life, his inclusion on this makes sense. Crashed ships are rarely organized the same way as pre-crashed ships. He should be able to assist in identifying the sections of the ship and the most likely direction to the Flight Recorder. His civilian garb looks average but clean, as does he. Corbin's excited since he really hasn't had a chance to dig into any cool projects with Nebula Vista.

Kelvin leans back, his goggles tuned dark to block the bright lights. He's got his feet out, thinking that's charming.

A Yazirian, he has glider wings from arm to leg, and animalistic features, at least to a humans eyes. You know him of having a cruel streak, but when push comes to shove, he'll be the one you want to rely on helping you in a tough spot.

"Survival gear, huh? Just how much radiation are we talking about there, darlin'?" He's got a medkit, the know how to use it, and some additional tools, but he's mainly a warrior. People generally ask him to look mean and shoot back if they're fired upon.

His stomach gurgles with hunger.

K'Tesk V'Kar's antennae twitch rapidly. "Do you *tik* have any good news *tik* for us?" she asks in a clicking voice.

K'Tesk V'Kar is a female vrusk, an insectoid race. She is about three meters in length, the upright part of her torso standing about two meters off the floor. She is a likable sort but prefers the company of computers to that of people. "Machines can't lie," she is fond of saying.

Mesec has been sitting this whole time in a way that he almost took as much space as K'Tesk; arms resting each at the back of a chair - one holding a metallic flask that he took a swig from now and then, legs fully stretched out and crossed.

"Easy task. Heard that before. What are you providing us with? Now, I know that you'll say we won't probably need serious firepower and all; I just want to be prepared for anything."

"What about we go through what you can get us and throw in a day's payment in advance for good measure - just in case we agree to disagree on something, eh?" said Mesec casually, lifting his flask in a half-toast, partially offering Sepra a swig for sealing the deal.

Always working the angles, Corbin approves of Mesec's tactics. "That seems to be an agreeable arangement."

"It would seem *tic* prudent."

"A good plan. Let's do it!" Kelvin thinks about all the rations he can buy in advance with the advance. He imagines some kind of daily feast, and nearly salivates.

Mesec slaps his thigh with his free hand as he jolts up
"Alrighty then, just point us to your Cash & Carry joint. Anything else you might want to disclose before we find out by ourselves in an unpleasant way?" he asks with a smirk.

"Oh it won't. I'm not on the job right now; besides, you're welcome to tag along and make sure I behave properly. You don't quite leave your desk much though, don't you?"

Mesec replied instantly with a smirk all across his face, as he wondered about what reputation he had accompanying him.