Zamuri was drunk. Well, technically he as hung over but he was drinking to dull the pain. He didn't particularly remember the events of last night. Thinking about it, there was alot of booze and some blurry guys talking to him about a hunting job. Taking a huge swig from his flask, he looked around the place he had woken up. It was some human techy building. He could tell because the short bastards made everything too gods damned short.

A human came to get him, so he got up and followed them. After only banging his head ten times, he managed to get out of the room. Swaying slightly from either the alcohol or the slight concussion. Looking out a window, it appeared he was in space. Well shit.