"Aye, there's the occasional chaff, but for the most part the Skyfather sends us fighters, probably how you ended up here I'd wager" Rane fell in line with Darius as the two navigated the ship's corridors towards the hangar. "Too many fighters sometimes, but thats the good thing about fighters. They have a habit of dying, freeing up space for the next lot. Except for folk like us. It's the old fighters like us they have to watch for." He said it with a sardonic smile. He'd spent enough time around humans to tell that Darius was about middle aged, and you don't get to be old in their buisness without being very good at the job. 

As they walked they passed One-eye, in conversation with anouther human looking newbie. [i]These new guys are crawling out the panelling nowadays, one of them is bound to wind up dead. [/i] That was always the way of it, the new kids joined all full of hope and bravado and gusto, ready to travel the galaxy, and in their travelling tame it. Yeah, its always fun to start with. Then the first mission hits, and the newbs are surprised by the magnitude of the jobs the Maruader's take, but they don't want to seem like cowards in front of their new teammates so they throw themselves in. Couple hours later half of the newbs are dead, the other half want off, and then the whole process gets to repeat itself. True, the Marauders had a higher life expectancy than most other expeditionary forces, but that still wasn't setting the bar too damn high. Rane woulda said that this lot were lucky, what with their first mission being no more than recon, but all that meant was the danger was still lurking just round the corner and they hadn't seen it yet. 

"Making friends One-eye?" the Canmorian called cheerily as he walked past "Well don't be late to the hanger, Hunt can't spend all day waiting on you. After all, who else would complain about all the regulations and safety protocols we're not following if your not there!" he didn't look around to see One-eye's face, but he assumed it would be priceless. 

Entering the hanger Rane crossed over to the shuttle, Wrenchie and Ace busy in the process of butchering the craft, and dropped the winter supplies, the goods making a 'thunk' as they hit the steel floor. He turned to offer his hand to Darius, in a gesture the humans called a 'handshake'. To Rane's eyes it was damn lunacy. Why offer your hand to a man, that means he can grip it tight and deprive you of a weapon. Still, he was trying to be polite.

"Luck be with you on the mission Darius. And do me a favour? Look after Hunt. The Skyfather instructed me to stay close to him and protect him, as he will lead me to my destiny. I try my best, but he has a worrying tendency to trying and getting himself killed."