Episode I

A proper captain would be there to greet and inspect his new passengers. Raymonds wasn't a proper captain. In fact, he didn't even want to take passengers. But that gnawing pain in his stomach known as hunger pressured him otherwise. Sitting in the cockpit of his mildly beat up ship, Raymonds just gazed out into space. The darkness swelling around the ship, embodying both it and him.
Docked to a personnel drift, this was a hub of activity, usually illegal. But that didn't matter, money was money and Jason had nothing to lose. Drumming his fingers impatiently on the dash, Jason waited. Despite looking small on the outside, his ship was fairly large, or at least arranged well enough for a good amount of people to fit on board. Of course that was ultimately what it had originally been designed for.

John Manowar was looking for a transport… a cheap one preferably, as his money was almost finishing… He felt lost in that docking field… Finally he found one that seemed to be affordable and safe enough…

“Hello” John Manowar said to the captain of that spaceship…

((That captain is your character DW ))

Cargo crates for spare plasma infusors are not the largest of areas as they would rarely break down but that meant it was a good place for stowaways. Being uncomftable wasn't the worst part most captains would toss you out an airlock if you were found, but this captain (DW) didn't seem to have it in him although a bar is not the best way to judge someones character, frank thought it was the best ship to be on if he did get caught.

Graf Edgar Cassius frowned. The messenger boy had brought news from the waterdocks. A body had floated up onto the estuary's slimy, muddy banks, and by the sound of it wasn't much different to said mud.
"Go through the motions, Ed, do the formalities. Someone must know who this is..."

Raymonds grunted, acknowledging one of the new passengers. One of those friendly types who had to say hello to everyone they met. He glanced down at his watch, soon time to go. Patience wasn't one of his strong suits, that's probably what helped to bring him here.
Sighing he watched the reflections of the new additions in his window looking out into space. So busy, each with a past, with a secret, all hoping to hide yet brought together by that one commonality.

"So, this is your living?" Asked John to the captain... "Carrying people from one point of the universe to another?"