[I]"You caused that mess Rane, and you're lucky he convinced them NOT to transfer you to Pluto."[/I] Rane hooked his fingers behind his head and lent back in his chair as far as the ship's artificial gravity would allow him without falling flat on his ass, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He'd spent enough time with One-eye to realise one thing; the man despised him. Rane, for his part, quite enjoyed needling the veteran. 

"The comittee wouldn't send me away from Hunt," he replied, appearing not to notice the withering look the soldier had shot him "They'd be too afraid that I'd go back to killing politicians without him to keep me on a leash. Besides, if I was gone who would make sure you see out this last year of your's?"

For the rest of the meeting Rane listened intenetly to the briefing. Equal parts relief and dissapointment filled him too find out he wasn't with the ground team. He was happy not too have to deal with the cold, but he couldn't help but worry that the team would get into trouble without him. Say one thing for the the Marauders, say that they are danger prone. Probably one of reasons the Skyfather had tasked Rane with joining them in the first place, to help keep them outta mischief. 

Mylik, Nafie and Wrenchie. They would be left on the ship too. He took special interest them, particularly because those three had barely left they're respective cabins or workspaces since boarding. Mylik, looking like he was trying to hide in the corner, was one of the bizarrest looking creatures Rane had ever seen, chiefly because of his lack of mouth. Rane ended up staring at him intently for several moments, wondering what, and more importantly how, the tall creature ate. 

Next he studied Wrenchie, the engineer. Rane, like many Canmorians, wasn't the most technical minded, so he had little oppurtunity to ever interact with the Methanite. Perhaps he would take a trip down to the engineering deck to visit the mechanical suited alien while the away team was off planet. Currently Wrenchie was speaking to Ace about modifications to be performed upon the shuttle, a conversation that quickly lost Rane's attention. 

Finally he turned his attention to Nafie, who to Rane was the most interesting one of the three. He had been told she was being brought on board as a close combat specialist, a subject Rane would say he knew a thing or two about himself. Her hi-tech cybernetic body and weapons made a wonderful contrast to his comparitively primitive sword. Still, he had no doubts about which he'd rather, mechanical ears or the Sword of the Skyfather. 

[I]"Any reports of pirates, slavers or gangs in the system and the planet. . ."[/I] said one of the newbs, a human merc going by the name of Darius. Rane had seen alotta mercs come and go aboard the Marauder's ship, and most of them left in body bags, if there was even enough of them to fill a body bag. That said, Darius looked harder than most, and he carried a knife into the briefing room, which Rane thought was prudent thinking. Can never have too many knives, after all. 

"Oh, we're always walking into some sorta trap. We're lucky like that!" Rane helpfully answered, appearing do be genuinely excited about the prospect of being caught in pirate ambush.