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[h1][center]Isaiah Hussian the III [/center][/h1]
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Isaiah stared up as the lights flickered a bit in the cargo hold as he sighed deeply, moving throughout the different areas and counting as much as he could ever desire in such a messy bay. He took a peek down at his PDA as he smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head, "So many things on board... I bet there is plenty of contraband through these bays.." He thought to himself for a moment and shook his head; he was technically crew now, after being, would pressganged be the correct word?

He shook his head once again and took a deep breath, "they are lucky they had me looking over them, I am a kind soul I allowed them to get away with half of the items hidden, I bet there is some form of contraband on a heretical level my father thought I could never handle." 

"Well, I am sure there is something decent to indulge myself compared to what is on the station here... I am sure I can find it, it's a traders ship, so there is something better to eat right, I mean. He trades, he's probably as rich as my father with something to fit his taste." he dreamed for a moment before leaving they bay he was in to find something else on the ship to do.

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After a quarter-hour of trying to find his way up to the mess hall, he stared at the liquid the man was having. He had his dreamed ruining a moment's notice as he sighed deeply, no, the average meal of everyone else he ever knew on that station, it would be his life as well. He was saddened that not even officers got a better lifestyle on the station, but this shattered his hopes of eating well once again. 

He took a deep breath and found himself at the counter waiting as well; maybe he could find a way at the next station to salvage his tastebuds. But now, this would be his life, eating liquid.  After a few minutes he would find himself with the liquid in front of him in some random table near the center. He looked around to see if anyone else was having a hard time with it before he tried the liquid and slowly started on it. Dissapointed, he looked back up only to find some heresy, or at least some weird looking blue chick in the corner, and some guardsman leave. He looked back down at the liquid and sighed, it was making him see shit wasn't it, a blue chick, that shit has to be expensive for that coloration of skin.