Steve took another swing from his bottle and frowned; "I really don't remember, its all so vague...the last report anyone has of me was leaving the Junkyard." setting the bottle down he rubbed the side of his head, like one might do when a migraine is about to appear."Anyways, a Salvager picked me and what was left of my ship up. I signed on with them as a night-shift pilot." he again pushed his hair out of his eyes, and paused while he took another drink. "The old man keeps a list of unclaimed salvage, apparently we are gonna be pulling three wreaks from this system over the next day or two. I convinced him that Blackport was a better staging ground than that research station." Steves grin returned in force "We know it has a better bar too." he burst out laughing and again offered the bottle over to Sunny.
