[center][h2]Ken "Red" Toghon[/h2][/center]

"So this is it, my new job...." Ken said to himself with a sigh as he lay on his bed. His hands were behind his head, and one leg was arched. Staring at the ceiling with a blank face and his red hair in a man bun. Wearing a his quartermaster uniform. Ken was just thinking about his life and what had led him to this point.

His first real job, he thought. Since... being kicked out of the Marines. That was a morale destroyer since he thought he had finally found his place in life. Only to be betrayed and kicked out for trying to do the right thing. Some friend he had, Ken sighed again, only this time more deeply.  

It weighed heavily on his mind since it happened, things have not been good to him since, and he wondered if he could trust again. He was going to spend a long time with this crew, and it would be hard to work with them if he did not trust at least one of them. But he knows nothing about them, and he guesses he will learn in time, and maybe he can trust again. 

Who knows, maybe he can properly recover from being kicked out of the Marines with this crew. Anything can happen, and Ken would still want to do the right thing. Only will he be screwed again this time if a situation presents itself. He hopes that it will never come to that, and he can just relax and make sure nothing goes missing. The last thing he needs is a moral dilemma or a repeat of what happened to him

After making one last sigh, Ken looked at his watch and saw that it was time to meet the crew. So he got up and tried to cheer himself up a bit. He does have a real job now, and it will take time to see if he would like any of his new crewmates. 

So Ken left his room and headed to the ship, and sat down with the rest of the crew. Amara West was a name that he recognized, and he was surprised that she was his new captain. He guessed she is still trying to do something with her life after all. Ken, trying to keep an open mind, would not speak of this unless needed. 

When things were quiet, Ken would speak up in a sort of friendly tone. "My name is Ken Toghon, some people call me red because of my hair, and no, it is not dyed. It is natural, and I will be the Cargo Officer for the ship. Though I am an ex-marine, so I know how to fight if needed." Saying the last part as a matter of fact, he then leaned back in his seat. So far, so good, he thought, and listened to what else his crewmates would say about themselves.