The Red Racoon Dog

[Tain]

Wow. They were mad. Incredibly mad.

Tain Gunhymn was a mere tradesman right up until he paid for a tip from a valid source and went grave robbing. Now he was a frantic trader who was being shot at. Everything had gone smoothly with a wreckage in the fringe right up until the Nomads decided to show up, which was about the time when Tain had to drop his stolen cargo and run like hell.

Now he was dealing with Outcasts who were not at all pleased about his presence around an antiquated derelict. More the fact that his tractor beam was projecting its presence to goods that could have been theirs instead. But this time, Tain had the goods onboard before they were in range. Just as the Outcast Daggers swooped in for a strafing run, he kicked in the sequence for the ship's cruise engines and dropped off several decoys which shot off in various directions as he cut a hard bank around a large asteroid and sped away from the scene...

A few days later, a mostly unremarkable man sets foot into Manhattan for the first time. He's not too handsome, not too... well, he's just regular folk. Short brown hair brushed back, rich brown eyes, yellow scarf, brown leather trenchcoat, red button-up shirt, and a pair of dark grey slacks along with some heavy duty boots. Even the laser pistol partially concealed in his torso harness was somewhat common.

Surveying his surroundings, the Captain of the Red Racoon Dog inhaled the night air and spoke a word or two to no one in particular.

"I think I got really damn lost back there somewhere."

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Penguin.