Empty Space was silent, everyone knew that. With no air there is nothing for 'sound' as we call it to vibrate through. Unluckily for the crew the same couldn't be said of the Marauders ship, what with Rane snoring so loud they could probably hear him in down the engineering deck. He was snoozing in the common room, sprawled out on an old battered communal sofa that he had taken a shine too, his arms wrapped around the scabbarded Sword of the Skyfather like it was his favourite teddy. 

"Captain Hunt asking all members to meet in the briefing room. All members to the briefing room." The message crackled through both the ships wall mounted intercoms and a small communicator attached to Rane's belt. Even with the stereo sound it woulda surprised a casual observer that the Canmorian's deep slumber could be disturbed, but sure enough he's eyes flickered open and he rolled off the couch with the nimbleness of a cat. Not that Rane would have known what a cat was. 
 
The Lanky Canmorian spent a few mintues straightening himself out and affixing the Sword of the Skyfather in its place, hanging on a baldric between his shoulder blades, before sauntering outta the communal area and down the hallways towards the briefing room, swapping pleasantries and jokes with just about everyone he passed. Rane had been aboard the ship for over two years now, and the more experienced crew had come to accept him, even coming to love his off the wall humour and slightly off centre personality. The newer kids though, they always gave him a wide berth and a suspicious eye. Most folk have heard the stories of Red Rain, the Insane Canmorian, and not one of those stories were for the faint of heart. At this point he was probably only second in infamy to Hunt himself, but with a much gorier legend. 

He made a quick stop at the kitchen to grab himself a quick bite, a quaint human invention called a 'sandwich'. [I] Brilliant inventors these pinks he thought to himself,[/I] pinks being the term Canmorian's gave humans. He sauntered into the briefing room, darting slitted eyes taking in the assembled crowd before his mouth cracked into a grin, specs of bread and ham wedged between sharp teeth. 
"Morning Cap, Newbies." he offered to the assembled crowd, the distinctive sandpaper-rasp that all Canmorians had giving his heartfelt greetings an almost sinister edge. Entering the room he took a seat next to Hunt before glancing at the planetary display, whereupon his smile faded somewhat. 

"Ice planet eh Hunt? Council must be annoyed at us for something. Maybe you shouldn't have made such a mess of all those dealers last time." referring to their last mission when they had dismantled a large ring of Illegal distributors. Rane had a bit of an aversion to ice planets as his cold blooded physiology struggled in the cold, making him sluggish and slow. He'd rather not go down, but if either Hunt and his Marauder's needed him there then that's were Rane would be.