The Red Racoon Dog

[Tain]

It was-- for what it was worth-- a fairly unremarkable-looking Repair Ship. The only truly notable features were the innumerable smuggling compartments located inside as well as out, in addition to numerous dents and scrapes from being driven to the brink and back.

"Red Racoon Dog" scrawled across the port and starboard sides in crimson paint, a couple shaking hula girls mounted on the pilot's console, and Tain pretty much decided that it was good enough. Upgrades were sure to follow, but for the time being... he was preoccupied with his painfully apparent lack of funds, reinforced in full as he stared into an empty cold box on the modestly sized bridge of the Dog.

There's nothing to drive a desire for cash like hunger. He left immediately for the nearest pub... partially to spend the rest of his credits drowning his woes, and partially to advertise his healthily inebriated self in hopes that someone might need some cargo snuck to the far ends of the universe for a hefty reward. Maybe he'd even find some illegal immigration jobs, or just passengers, or maybe he'd find some really bomb-ass liquor...

It didn't matter though, he went regardless of his wants and doubts. He at least found the "really bomb-ass liquor", and was well on his way to buffoonery. The ruckus could be heard a few blocks away.

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Penguin.