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A typical night left the Captain with her usual business-- going through job requests and picking which was and wasn't worth it. The way it seemed...none of it was worth it, the coin just wasn't there. "They must think I'm a low class mercenary." she grumbled, standing from her console. With an over exaggerated yawn the time lady stretched her arms and mulled the thought of sleeping through her head. The lovely thought was quickly interrupted by a crashing noise from outside the door. With a groan, the Captain walked out on the deck of her ship and looked around for the source of the noise. To the far right, a series of barrels laid on their sides and one even rolled past her on the incline.
"Who's there?" She demanded, pulling her pistol from it's harness. "Show yourself now."
