The swirls of dust billowed from the grimey hanger bay as an old merlin class figate that has seen its warranty come and go many years ago roar roughly as it desends into its craddle. Along its once sleek lines is the rough contures of rough welds hastily completed repairs. indeed the ship gives the impression of a ghetto building with Ion thrusters bolted crudely to its delaptated structure. A cigar stub flicked through the dim air as the warp coils cracked from their cooling and a Uri steps off into the TOG corprate hanger...."greetings comrades I am your new recruit and I have come to this backwater to spread some cheer , dickdropov style. I hear your looking for hired guns, well as long as you dont ask too many questions about my past then we will get on fine.