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[h3]Captain Wyn[/h3][/color][/center]


The last man off the carriage landed with a heavy crunch of his combat boots. Sucking the sandy scorching air through the rebreather he was wearing Wyn popped his neck. Shielding eyes headed behind heavy dark goggles the man looked up at the sun beating down on them. The man’s frame was big enough that the cramped carriage had done a number on him. Slinging his bag over his shoulder his alliance issue combat boots left heavy footprints in the sand as he walked towards where their ship was waiting. Still stretching his neck and shoulders as he walked Wyn noted the other members of the carriage. It had been an uneventful ride and he’d slept a good deal of the way. 

Checking the sidearm on his hip Wyn came up behind the group and stopped dropping his back on the ground. Quite the bunch they were and one of them seemed to be under the influence of some sort of drug. Amazing that he hadn’t wandered off the path into the blazing sun to die like a dehydrated animal somewhere. One of them appeared to be wearing a full environmental suit. Not that he cared all that much but the way that the others acted said a lot about them. Some days he really wished he’d never asked for his discharge papers from the ASO. After the latest go round with his father it had become an increasing pain. Letting his crew go until such a time as Hathor was no longer impounded meant that he was stuck working with some real bottom of the barrel characters and more than a few of them were brown coat supporters. It was not as though he really cared but his Alliance issue gear, training and baring gave him away as ex-Alliance military. More than one it had ended him him having to punch or shoot his way out of an encounter. 

Hopefully this group didn’t care nearly so much as the a few members of the last crew he had run with after he’d shot the cook and broke one of the other crew member’s necks the captain and he had parted on less than friendly terms. Though they had parted without exchanging bullets given that the other two had started it. Wyn had just finished it. This whole situation smacked of bad idea but he needed the money. Still massaging the back of his neck Wyn waited to see if there was anyone else joining them, politely avoiding the conversation that had begun between a man who had a geiger counter and a limp and the possibly female individual in the environment suit.