After finishing breakfast, Marco had gotten dressed. As usual, he wore his jacket over a t-shirt and jeans, and of course he had his gauntlets on. He never took the damn things off. Now that he was up, he decided to take a stock of the cargo hold. Just outside of the door, he heard a voice. 

[quote=@Strange Rodent][color=crimson]"Well, I guess it's time I thanked whatever helped this ship to fly."[/color], and with that he set off to try find some life aboard. That or a ship to get out of here.
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Marco took cover. There was someone else on board. They sounded friendly, but then, for all he knew they wanted to thank him with a bullet to the brain.

[color=39b54a]"Hold it."[/color] Marco said, rounding the corner in front of his guest. He was wearing a pair of olive-green gauntlets, and the one he was holding out at this emaciated weirdo had what appeared to be the barrel of some sort of gun protruding from the bottom. [color=39b54a]"Who are you, and what are you doing on this ship?"[/color] Marco's voice was calm and measured. He didn't seem particularly keen on killing this man. Instead, he just wanted to make sure they weren't a threat.