[h2][center][color=SteelBlue]Rigger Moretz[/color][/center][/h2]
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Rigger awoke slowly, his eyes peeling open as he raised himself from slumber methodically. He briefly surveyed his room, to ensure all was as it was left. The room was almost entirely barren, save for one wall. On the wall were rather crudely drawn portraits of his fellow pickers, as well as the captain, lieutenant, and pilot. Next to these pictures were sheets upon sheets of hastily scribbled notes, detailing behavior, likes, dislikes, and various observations. Having been roused by the Captain's rather grating voice, Riggs slowly walked over to the Captains portrait, and thumbed briefly through his notes on the Villianian. Raising his head to look around, Riggs could feel a familiar warm surge from the rooms around him -conscious connections were quickly springing to life. Annoyance, with what seemed to be a tinge of fear in some, could be felt palpably from all the crew members around him. Rigger widened his eyes in an expression that could most easily be related to a smirk as he walked out of his small room, heading for the commons room.

While the sudden end of his sleep was annoying at best, Rigger knew better than to argue with the Captain. Riggs didn't particularly mind in the end -his race didn't need as much sleep as many others, and he himself was used to sleepless nights in his planning. As he walked through the halls of the ship, he seemed to glide rather than visibly walk, his movements all smooth and calculated. He took his time, shifting from side to side through the hallway as he passed beneath the periodically blinking lights. 

Riggs stood still momentarily before the door of the commons room, allowing it time to open with a harsh hiss. Before he stepped through the door, he surveyed the room momentarily -it appeared that he was the first arrival, save for the Captain. He walked in, slowing his pace even further. Like a vulture over prey, Riggs circled the meal table in a wide sweep, his eyes shifting quickly all throughout the room, drinking in as much detail as he could. Finally he stopped walking, coming to a stop opposite of the Captain at the table. He stayed standing, bird-like eyes focused intensely on the Captain. A lack of needing to breathe made Rigger eerily still as he stared down the Captain, wordless. He could feel a weak connection from Captain Askel, reaching out to the pilot. Difficult to read, Riggs pinned the connection down to either blatant apathy, hatred, or possibly respect? 

[i][color=steelblue]"Raised by my own damn race, and I can't even read her connections properly."[/color][/i] Rigger chided himself mentally. Then, he considered that very fact may be the reason her connections were so dull and vague to him -nevertheless, he kept his gaze steady, as his pupils grew with curiosity. Wordless, his arms slowly fell to his sides