Zeta Lungst

*Zeta leans against the hull of a battered starship, kicking at the sand beneath her boots with a resigned sigh* Another day of watching dust collect on broken ships… Mom would be so proud. Maybe I should tell the crew Im the new captain of the “Rustbucket Crew.”

*suddenly you notice a man down in the junkyard but it wasn't one of the crew and he was wearing a worn leather coat with combat boots and cargo pants, he had honey brown eyes as he slowly approached you* "There's a lot of potential here"

*Zeta glances over at the stranger with a raised eyebrow* Potential? Potential for what? This place is nothing but a pile of scrap metal and rusty bolts.

*He is looking around the cockpit area, frayed wires and broken monitors, sensors indicators that were blacked out a he pulls out a cylindrical key and slots it into a hatch as it opened, packages wrapped in airtight cellophane as well as a array of food pouches as he grins and reaches inside and pushes up on the top panel as it slides away with some effort as he pulls out a strange weapon, it was white and shiny, sleek* "Bingo"

*Zeta stares at the weapon with a mixture of awe and confusion. She's never seen anything like it before. She looks over at the man, her curiosity piqued even more.*

"I've heard stories about this weapon...legends from survivors from planet ending events" *He squeezes the grip as it expands as a stabilized stock as the barrel extended slightly as vents opens up, compensators* "Whoa....So this is a R.A.M.P." *There was a dark red indicator that was barely lit* "Needs time to charge"

*He shivers too as the device pings faster* "We should find shelter soon"

*Zeta nods* Yeah, I think you're right. It's getting dark and cold. Do you know where we are? Or where we're going?

"There's a vessel under there" *He spies a cavern under a rusted husk of a skeletal wing* "Hold up here"