[center][h3]Aredwas 'Red' Loci[/h3][/center]

Aredwas paced down the street at a leisurely place, with his hat tipped slightly forward and askew, and generic a wheeled bag trailing along behind him. As shots rung out across the streets, bar fights came to a close, and even an explosion boomed through the station, he let out a content sigh as he came up the docking entrance to the Black Dirk. Truly, it was just as much a home as any other - it'll be a shame to leave all the gunshots and bar fights and explosions behin... Aredwas pauses, double-taking as it crosses his mind.
[b]"An explosi-.."[/b] he mutters, confused, before he lets out a sigh and presses on to the ship, [b]"..y'know what, that ain't my job anymore."[/b] 

The doors to the CIC open of their own accord for a dustcoated Aredwas to pace in, his bag following in suite. After briefly examining the room and identifying a suitable station for his work, he paces on over, collapses the handle of his bag and slips it under the desk, and produces an ashtray to set atop as the first of many touches to come. He lets out a sigh as he lowers into the chair, taking in a moment to take in the scenery of his new office. 
[b]"..Might introduce myself to the Captain later, get the low down."[/b] he mutters to himself as he sits idle, clearly not intending to act on it for the moment at least.