The bellowing horn of an incoming plasma harvesting vessel blairs over a bustling space market as it comes to dock at Port Crozer.

A young human woman weaves through the colorful crowds of the bustling spaceport with deliberate strides, never

slowing down for a moment as she makes her way to her destination.

As she walks through streets that get rougher and rougher with each passing moment, she

finally stops before a tavern with a glowing neon sign that reads the lock-jaw locker.

The sound of rabble-rous from its open doors as pirates, smugglers, and other outlaws come

and go to their merrymaking.

Her sleek jumpsuit of indigo and aqua and the chrome technology on her person are a stark

contrast to the scrappy spacefarers that surround her.

As she enters, she immediately sees the man she's looking for, a burly jaza with a mechanical

arm drinking a pint of dark beer and smoking a thick cigar.

Delphina, you have found Captain Dred Wake.

He is exactly where he said he would be right on time.

You avoid eye contact with anyone in the bars, you make your way over to him.

As soon as you catch his eye, he waves you over

before standing up and hobbling over to you,

pull you out a metal chair.

What happens next is up to you.

Well, you're here on time.

There can only, you can only be, Miss Voss, I presume.

Mr. Dredwig, it's good to finally meet. Pleasure to meet you, young lady.

I fell you know how well put together you were.

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