[h2]Baarsuth[/h2][hr]

As Baarsuth stood at attention on the deck of the Phoenix, one thought crossed his mind; holy shit this thing was a wreck. Before entering the ship he gave it a once-over from the outside, and oh boy was it a junker! Outdated thrusters, rust gathering on the hull, transparisteel windows- he might as well have been piloting a garbage truck. Then there was the matter of the model; the 578-R Transport. Baarsuth had never seen one before (not even the Jawas on Tatooine were dumb or desperate enough to use the 578) but he knew it by reputation alone. The ship had been recalled for severe manufacturing defects...three-hundred years ago. As Baarsuth boarded the ship, he took a nervous gulp. If this ship lived up to its reputation, this was going to be a [i]very[/i] bumpy ride. 

He stood at attention as Varen talked, keeping his eyes fixed ahead. Though he tried to look professional, he couldn't manage to conceal a frown. Varen's speech was nothing special; this was a one-flight job on a practical garbage truck transporting god-knows-what to a hellish desert. Of course they all had to watch their own asses. Baarsuth recalled giving a few similar speeches on his own ship some years ago. Varen's eyes scanned past Baarsuth like a laser-focused spotlight, resting on him for a moment and then moving on past. This was a motley crew, if nothing else, but Baarsuth wasn't much worried about it. So long as they did their damned jobs he'd be fine with them. After the speech concluded and the crew dispersed, Baarsuth walked right up to the captain. 

"Afternoon, cap'n," Baarsuth said. "You mind if I have a word with ya? I gave this here spacecraft a yours a once-over from outside, and I've got me a fair share a safety concerns. The 578-R, ain't that thing been recalled fer hyperdrive malfunctions? Now I'll fly anything anywhere, but this thing could shoot us into a planet or star [i]real[/i] easylike."