Mid evening, a rather lovely and shapely woman dressed in a long black space trench coat, visor glasses, and somewhat wild fiery hair, was sitting at the bar of the Gamma Epsilon Space station, nursing a glass of whiskey.
This woman, however, was no ordinary woman, but the highly decorated Wyld Fyre, Captain of the Star Lancer, Commanding Officer of the Wraith Corps of the First Earth Federation, veteran of the first and second Space Wars. She was nursing her whiskey as she was growing bored. During her last frigate run, which they thought was going to be a milk run, they ran across an infamous band of Space Pirates, who had taken a large chunk of her crew, and her a number of her ship's parts were now missing or damaged to the point that she was grounded until she could find a good mechanic.
As she nursed her glass of whiskey, she scanned the area around her in the bar, trying to see if there were any prospective new crew members, or better yet, a ship mechanic who could work on her ship for her.