The nimble ship picked it's way between burnt out warp nacelles and
hull plating, scanners active in case of ambush. Rrrral was right
about the risks of pirates- debris fields lured both the
opportunistic and the ruthless.
Manning the sensors, Derek Orlan, former of Alpha Centauri, rubbing
the bridge of his nose. He plucked some grime from his hair and
grimanced. Three hours of slow plodding and waiting in the midst of
all this wreckage was tasting his shaky patience.
"Wanna hear my two cents? Your contacts are not here. They've
probably been torn apart by the vultures that hover around here."
"I trust my contact to be here. Not necessarily to greet us nicely,
but to be here." Replied the Andorian.
"Whatever." Derek waved a hand dismissively and carried on with his
readouts.
Rrrral prowled the small cockpit like a ferral cat, like Derek,
itching to get away from the debris field, albeit not so much out of
fear, as with Derek, but from boredom. Three hours more of this
waiting and she felt as though her head would explode.
"Stop pacing." Came a gravelly voice from the pilot's chair.
"I'm NOT pacing, I'm occupying my mind." Growled Rrrral.
"More like your feet."
Rrrral opened her mouth to snap another reply, but held her tongue.
It was futile to try and rattle Cerebek, another native of Rrrral's
galaxy, but of the Bothan species. He was always laid back about
just about everything, even a firefight, which just about caused him
to feel annoyed. Everything was a stroll for him, even this mind-
numbing cruise in the middle of nowhere. His fur was ragged, with
bits of dirt in it, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Shouldn't you be doing something other than lazying around in that
chair?" Asked Rrrral, more calmly.
"Nope. Nothing to do. Besides, best view from here, to spot
pirates. All those fancy scanners mean nothing compared to the
eye."
"What if they attack from behind?"
"Then we're screwed."
"I see."

The fifth crewmember of the Raven kept to herself. A Romulan female,
and an attractive one at that. Her normally short black hair flowed
down her shoulders, and she had a petit figure that had most men
gaping. She also harboured a great pain from her past, the reason
the Andorian had taken her on, for he too carried a deep pain. The
Andorian was the only one she would talk to, the only one who could
understand her.
Little did that Andorian know that she also harboured a secret... a
deadly secret.