Hudson with Terror

[Reeves]

Naturally he was also armed, a fairly bulky looking particle pistol was holstered to his hip. From what little could be seen from the angle, it was polished to a sheen and had numerous personal touches that had likely been added to it over the span of years. Since this impromptu introduction had turned out to be quite awkward and formal for some reason, he offered both his acquaintances a handshake and introduced himself without embellishment. "Morreti."

The silence which might have lingered after this was broken up by his PDA beeping, alerting him to the fact that their ride was pulling in to dock and that they'd be able to leave soon. "That's our ride, good to go?" He doubted they had forgotten anything they might need for a trip of this length, but there wasn't any harm in him asking either. If they confirmed this then the only thing left to do here was get on that inbound Kestrel and go.

As their ride came into view and locked down to land, revealing itself to be a ramshackle and practically oversized torpedo that could carry people. Appropriately dubbed the No Time For Decompression across the side of its hull. Clearly this wouldn't take long, either for them to defy the ship's namesake or get to their destination.

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