Harley had been brought aboard by Eric after some time away. They had fought together in the war and had gone their separate ways after it was all said and done. Harley had gone off to make money elsewhere and had lost some contact with Eric for some time. When he offered to be paid more and the ability to have his own space then that was Harley's tipping point and he joined up. All that was left was to find a good job to start and it just so happened that badger was one of the top fences on Persephone. It was really a tough job to pass up and the pay was supposed to be good. So Harley couldn’t just say no. The Credits were appealing, to say the least.
And now he was here on some derelict ship in the middle of sodding nowhere looking for the ‘verse only knows what now. As he wandered the ship the only real light was from the lights on the helmet. One of the few things keeping them alive in the Vacuum of space. He found the mess hall and began to poke through the cabinets and see what if anything was still around to poke through. It seemed though that this was going to be one of the things that got him credits and credits lead to living a cushy life and he didn’t mind that prospect. He was over the idea of struggling but enjoyed the prospect of surviving and exploring the rest of the ‘verse for fun.
“Doesn't anyone know what the short man wanted from this bleeding ship?” He asked as he continued to dig around and wander the ship. If he found anything of value though he was going to take it and see what its value could be and if weapons had been left he was going to just keep those. After all you could never have to many of them. He did how ever prefer the pistol he carried on the regular. It had served him well for all these years.
((Will get a graphic and stuff later))
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