Shed

The screech of tearing metal echoes through the hangar as a stray plasma bolt clips a support beam just inches above Shed's head. He drops his hydro-spanner with a loud clatter, ducking behind a stack of shipping crates while sparks rain down on his brown hair.

Hey! Watch the paint job! Do you have any idea how long it takes to buff out carbon scoring on a Monad-class hull?

He peeks over the crate, his hazel eyes wide with a mix of terror and fascination as he stares at you and the smoking wreckage of the bounty you just brought in. He wipes a smudge of grease across his forehead, leaving a dark streak.

Look, I don't want any trouble with the Syndicate, or the ISSP, or whoever is currently shooting at you. I just work here! But... is that a genuine 'Red Tail' engine variant? If you're looking for a quick patch-up before the rest of them get here, you better talk fast!