[h3][i][color=salmon]Darius Johnston- "Veelo"[/color][/i][/h3][color=burlywood]

Darius stood with a man who wore a long maroon trench coat, saying, "Dude, who [i]are[/i] you? Can't you just bloody leave me alone?" The man jumped back in front of him as Darius tried to walk past, saying, "Woah, waitwaitwait! That bastard didn't put it back-" Darius, in turn, cut him off as he tried to continue, "And I have nothing more to do with those [i]bastards[/i], so back off, eh? And again, who the [i]bloody fucking hell[/i] ARE you?!"

The man dropped his arms and his head leaned to the side, looking up to the void above. "Sun Prince, man." "What," said Darius, baffled. "You know, legendary outlaw... c'mon, guys?" He turned to look at a couple random pedestrians, who glanced at the man for a moment before hurrying on their way even faster. 

Darius just sighed and brushed past him, keeping his head down as he rapidly disappeared into the crowd. He heard a stream of curses behind him, then an even louder curse as some lady started beating him up, which launched a battle/chase that ended with a bunch of rebel soldiers grabbing the both of them and dragging them away. Darius didn't notice, though. He was focused on getting to the ship that he just been hired on for, and out of the way of cameras and spies. Too many people were starting to figure out who he really was, and some were circulating his current name in the even more backwater channels of the backwater channels. 

He was being hunted, and he found the perfect captain to use as his cover. She was clueless, normal, and very little was actually special about her- he'd seen better a hundred times in the past couple centuries. He just needed to get her onboard with his intelligence, and then they could loot the ship that stole his equipment, and he could get back to work.

Perfect... in theory. He hoped that this Lockheart was as she was described by all his contacts- he couldn't deal with another prison break from the corrupt, cruel places that the Federation was putting up nowadays. He'd spent his fair share in cryosleep inside one of their better set-ups- it was only because of his bounty that brought a thousand pirates on the prison ship, and started the events that led to his freedom again.

He strolled along the dangerous dark streets of whateverthehellthestationwascalled, whistling slightly merrily as he searched for his ship. Being off the grid for a short while will definitely help his cover, and he wanted to... relax, for once. He hadn't relaxed in a long time. The last time he had actually slept to sleep and recover was probably when he went into cryosleep last.

Maybe he'll take a nap...

And then he entered the docking tube that lead to the [i]Black Dirk[/i], which was a ridiculous name, because the ship wasn't even angular. It was all blunt and rounded, and was designed so terribly inefficiently. He could've done a better job- but then again, not everyone has a superbrain at their command, especially one that can download files right from the ethernet. [/color]