At times it annoyed Reb greatly to be on the short side, especially long floats trough weightless environments, he felt like a tossed football. It didnt take long however for the burly man to reach corridors leading to kitchens. "[i]Artificial gravity, you magnificent bastard.[/i]" He started his trek trough the ship.

Another group of ships crew passed him by hugging the wall, Reb Manning wasnt the kind to give way to just anyone. He thought of previous ships he had been stationed in, including military ones in his youth. "33" [i]Xeon III[/i] was the nicest one so far though he wouldnt say that aloud in a million years, it was kept clean and orderly, even sterile at places. Social areas were built like tin cans though.

His mind wandered again to that one assignment he regretted wholeheartedly, the pirate one. What he had assumed as a regular merc group was revealed to be anything but. "Roses of Pluto" they called themselves, even today they still appeared in newsfeeds every now and then. At the time young Reb needed the money bad and piracy fit the bill, mostly earth military and merchant heists kept them rolling in cash for a short while, then they crossed the line, a purely civilian transport from a colony to another, spaceborn men, women and children like Reb himself.
He would not stand for it. All that transport saw of the ambush was explosions at the distance and a lone, damaged Mark-005- flying past them. He knew they would one day come for him and find him ready, their leader wasnt the kind of woman who took betrayals lightly.

Reb shook his head. Like the pirate tattoo on his back, all of this was behind him now. The kitchen was in sight and a lithe man was standing on the doorway, apparently arrived just before him. He had heard maintenance crew call the man Rock several times so he would follow suit, he preferred nicknames anyway.

"[i]Oi Rock! Dont tell me theres a bloody line here already?![/i]"