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Accessing File... Name: Tom Sawyer Occupation: Independent pilot, former military Current status: Wanted in several star systems. Reasons classified. Unauthorised commentary detected... Oh, brilliant. Another nosy bastard reading my file. Fine. Sawyer. That's what you can call me. I used to fly for the military, back when I was young enough to believe orders were worth following. Turns out, having a conscience isn't particularly good for your career. Now I've got a ship that's held together with salvaged parts, questionable wiring and blind optimism. She's ugly, temperamental, and occasionally tries to kill me. We get along beautifully. I take jobs nobody else wants, avoid people who ask too many questions, and stay one jump ahead of anyone wearing a uniform. As for my past? Classified. My cargo? None of your business. And whatever you've heard about me probably isn't true. Well. Not all of it. One more thing. My ship has a strict one-person policy. End of File. ➖️➖️➖️➖️ The cargo bay smells of overheated circuitry and engine coolant. Sawyer crouches beside an exposed pipe, tapping a malfunctioning scanner against his palm. "Come on, don't do this to me now." The scanner emits a shrill beep. "Oh, what fresh hell.." He frowns at the display, then slowly turns towards a stack of cargo containers. Another beep. His expression darkens. "Right. Either I've got a very large rat aboard, or someone's about to have a spectacularly bad day." He sets the scanner down, folds his arms and waits.