Communications Code FM101-5-2. Master Chief Petty Officer Gunther Briefing. 
Terran Date 3.4.189-87 

[i]It has come to my attention that the anomaly known as Harbinger, bearing the same name as the flagship of the vanguard fleet, has been identified and confirmed. At 1645 on the Terran date 3.4.189-76.3, an unknown craft approached Planet 139 known as Savran, entering its atmosphere past our scanners and evading one of our missiles. Less than a day later, Terran date 3.4.189-76.31, we sent commando squad falmer down to intercept where we believed subject X was located, also known as Drake Ferenhall. Their success was limited, and the anomaly was unleashed, destroy provinces bravo and charlie, before halting in its movement and shutting down by unknown means. We were prepared to glass the planet, but once its movements had halted, we waited on word from our on planet squad. Admiral Corvus ordered a planetary assault not a day later, given that the anomaly needed to be investigated and the despot Hatcher would hinder our efforts. It wasn't until the previously mentioned unknown space craft was gone that we received reports of its leaving. Drake Ferenhall has yet to be located[/i].
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Terran Date 3.4.189-76.7
Sector Tumultus 
Planet Fornax
[i]2 weeks later[/i].

Well needless to say the two of them had been skeptical taking this for a first job. The volatile fusion reactors meant to power the orbital defense system of this planet on the edge of space were the last thing Neil would want on their ship (particularly how he piloted). But it had paid off in the end, they had to admit. Fornax had also paid them handsomely, the planetary Governor apparently overjoyed that they had actually received their shipment on time and intact. Neil wasn't entirely sure why they didn't get a legitimate transport to ship them to the Outer Sector, but then again Terran laws often changed. Perhaps they didn't want to ship them legitimately only for them to be arrested for treason when they arrived out of R.I.P. space. 

Neil didn't give a flying fuck. He now sat on the hellish manufacturing world's most debauched and infamous bar, fully three stories with more selections of drinks than you could fathom. On a world that never stopped their employees working, men and women needed serious downtime when they could afford it. Plopped on a chair, with his left hand holding a mug to his lips and his right arm snug ontop of the chair next to him, Neil felt like he had made the right choice in becoming [i]Highlander[/i]'s Pilot. 

"So, tell me about how you saved the planet from destruction again?" The dancer asked, lithe finger running over Neil's chest as her girlfriends sat in wonder at his story. Likely they had never even been off-planet, and hardly met any off-worlders. The sky being a constant haze of red and soot, he felt sorry for them. The young pilot sighed and placed his mug down, slipping his now free arm around the dark eyed beauty as he shifted in his seat. "Certainly," he conceded. "But this is the last time, ok? I've been in space for over a week and I need some rest." 

"You're not leaving soon are you?" A blonde girl asked, her eyes big and blue. Neil shook his head. "No, I'm here for another few days while my crew finds a new job. Don't worry." He gave her a wink.  
[@Penny]