[i][u][b]Mark Astaroth, Izaroth & Spia Aestorm - Dark Matter Bar[/b][/u][/i]

The three figures sat before Arron, Mark sat dead centre while Izaroth and Spia sat beside him, Izaroth to his right, Spia to his left, though Spia seemed more interested in her surroundings than what was actually going on in front of her as Arron explained the situation. Izaroth was keeping his attention fixed on Arron, while Mark simply took a sip of the drink in front of him. When the time came for them to explain their motivations for joining the crew, Mark spoke up.

"...Long story short, there's a list of materials we've been searching for in order to complete a certain device I'm working on. Alas, attempts to retrieve said materials legally has failed at every turn, whether it be a "Missing shipment", a corrupt official claiming them for themselves to line their own pockets... Or most commonly, the Empire confiscating the shipment." Mark said calmly, but with a hint of annoyance to his voice, making an quotation marks gesture with his hands when he mentioned the missing shipment.

"All legal methods have been exhausted, so we've been left with no other recourse but to take the materials by force." Izaroth said, and once he'd finished speaking, Arron then put them through the Lie Detector, which understandably came up as true, before he spoke on some more, prior to asking the trio their names.

"I am Mark Artemis Astaroth. The two androids beside me are Izaroth and Spia respectively." Mark said, gesturing to Izaroth and Spia as he spoke the pair's names.

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[b][i][u]Present Day, The Typhon[/u][/i][/b]

Once Arron and Arms had finished their spiel and the call to arms was made, Izaroth and Spia promptly bolted towards the docking tube, Izaroth unfurling his halberd from his hip and assembling it into full extension, but opted to leave it inert before he arrived on the merchant vessel when the bullets would start flying. Spia, meanwhile, was gradually producing electric sparks at greater intensity than the last around her forearms, aiming to get that particular function running to full before the battles broke out, a list of essential medical supplies visible on the heads up display active in her eyes, large enough to be legible, but small enough to not obstruct her vision.

"Could've at least given us chance to get the Engines stable first..." Mark muttered to himself as he took off towards the Engine, accessing a nearby terminal for analysis upon his arrival, and promptly giving it a quick once over to see what needed to be done, and what could be delegated to the Mites, and mentally prioritize the stuff most likely to explode under stress. Being dead in the water due to engine failure was the absolute worst case scenario, as they'd be an easy target for hostile vessels.