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[h3][b][color=E948FC]Danny Kingston[/color][/b][/h3]
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Danni looked between his two partners, nodding. [color=E948FC]“Aight, aight. Wingin’ t’is by t’e seat of our pants, I’m down for it! Improv is our best skill anyways. Besides galactic fashion ‘cause we are, and always will be, fashion iconics here on t’e Excelsior. Oh, maybe t’at’s what we can do wit’ 15 million! We can start our own fashion line and shows, and everyone will be ‘ella jealous wit’ just ‘ow awesome we are!”[/color] Danni exclaimed, bouncing on his toes as the hanger fully pressurized and the lights turned on. A few other ships, moderate sized merchant vessels, occupied the hangar but most of the available landing zones were empty. [color=E948FC]“We can call it… oh, w’at did you say back t’en? Space Sluts? Star Whores? Somet’in’ like t’at!”[/color] 

With the flip of a switch to disengage the locks and a firm push (and a toe kick, but trade secrets and everything), the loading ramp extended and the exit slid smoothly open. The hangar was massive, capable of holding twenty ships three times the size of the Excelsior comfortably. Large, flying droids carried heavier parts and cargo while little hover carts zipped back and forth on the ground, carrying cargo and passengers the length of the hanger and beyond. A little six seater pulled up next to the Excelsior, the driver an elderly man with long hairs growing out of his ears and chewing a foul smelling sap. The only other passenger was a green skinned Kree, typing away furiously on his data pad and paying little to no notice to the group. 

[color=E948FC]“‘ello, ‘ello!”[/color] Danni said cheerily as he clambered in, [color=E948FC]“T’ink you can swin’ us down ta Kol’kill? Dancin’ t’rough t’e Belt leaves a fucker t’irsty as hell, you know?”[/color] Danni grimaced as he sat, touching his temple softly as a headache stared brewing there.

The man scoffed, spitting out a wad of foul liquid that steamed slightly on the hangar floor. [color=E948FC]“Ya ain’t flew no Belt. And if ya did, ya’d be dumber than a sack of rocks. Though, guess you look it.”[/color] The man rolled his eyes. The display on the back of the driver’s seat displayed his name as Wen. [color=E948FC]“‘nother sucka for Kol’kill, eh? If ya lucky, that mountain witch’ll be singin’. Easy on the eyes and the ears, and not so soft elsewhere, if ya know what I mean.”[/color] His chorkle dissolved into a coughing fit as some of the chew slid down his windpipe. 

Meanwhile, a strange shimmer appeared at the edge of April’s vision, lasting just a moment in a strange pyramidal shape and then vanishing.