A stranger entered the bar, skinny, prison-skinny, eyes sunken, the young man looking slyly to all corners of the room. It wasn't the worst bar he'd been into. In fact he had seen alot worse than this, it was simple, and that suited him fine.
He saw two men talking, they looked like they were getting ready to leave. Lenny wondered if the Anki was fueled and retrofitted with the hardware he had bought yet, that had been a nice little score at Freeport 2 after doing hard time. A fresh start. Honest, good living.
He had managed to get aboard the little freighter, civilian, generic, exactly what he was after. During the loading of food rations, watching the pilot as he came in, making sure his new clothes were going to fit and stowing in one of the crates marked "personal", taking the gamble that this one would go in the pressurized section. When the pilot came back - Lenny hadn't bothered to learn his name - he had been waiting to shank him as soon as the ship was off the station.
He shanked him good, messy, but effective. He made this one in prison, and kept it for this day, the fresh start. He could feel it now, strapped to the small of his back. Ready anytime, jail taught him that too... But that was enough reminiscing.
When he had docked at Niverton, he sold the food, it was his now anyway. The credits were enough for his fuel, maybe some cargo. But what to run? And where? Freedom felt so odd.
Dressed now in a well-fitting flightsuit and jacket, Lenny thought he was "the man". Eyeing the pair, he looked down at the floor as they noticed him. Was that blood on his boot? Oh no... His jacket had a nametag - Karl - on it. Lenny tried not to laugh. What a first impression.
Looking up so as not to draw notice to the blood smeared on his boot, he approached the two.
"Hey, uh, I'm uh..." He started awkwardly. Then he had a flash of inspiration. A codename? No, a nickname! He flashed his rep-card, showing he was in good standing with the Rogues. His sudden confidence came from seemingly nowhere.
"I'm Legit Lenny. You guys know where to get something worth runnin' here? Doesn't need to be legi- uh, legal, if you know what I'm sayin'?"
