[center][color=silver][h3]The Gray Dynasty: Reika Saigyo[/h3]

Current Deployment:[/color] Venus
[color=silver]Current Time:[/color] 14:24, Earth Standard Time, 2207.[/center]

	Yikes, the young woman thought to herself, a right hand placed judgementally on her partially bare waist, left hand slinging her luggage over her shoulder. She had hoped the Grays would have been able to afford a better ship. This one looked like an old mining ship- a mining ship even more obsolete than her ship back in the Belt. Reika wondered how well in handled. 'The Wight'. What the hell kind of stupid ship name was that? Reika had never heard that word in her entire life. The door slid open as she approached, and the interior looked much like the outside. There was still hope, she thought. It could handle like a dream. Maybe. She followed the markings to the briefing room, and the door opened upwards to reveal an older looking gentlemen that looked he had seen some shit. Mid forties? She made eye contact and then quickly glanced around the room.

	Unbeknownst to Reika, she entered but a minute or two after Abigail Harlow left to explore. Reika leaned against a wall, setting down the luggage carrier with a thump. It was full of spare clothes and other necessitites of life. Currently, however, Reika was wearing a black cropped tank top, and a pair of black form fitting leggings that travelled into a pair of practical black boots. The theme, you can tell, is black. It matches her hair which is currently tied into a bun.

	"Hey," she greeted Victor, nodding her chin up. "Name's Reika, uh, Reika Saigyo. I'm a pilot. I guess I'll be flying this piece of garbage? [i]The Whehft?[/i]" She said, knocking on the steel wall, unaware that the ship was quite capable, nor or how to say the word 'Wight'.