Kenneth Selden
A Korean man of about medium height arrives around 4:20 in the afternoon, wearing tan flak vest and fatigues over a black muscle shirt. He casts a wary eye around. He had had a run of bad luck. No one was buying on the border and he'd been forced to sell his own ship for debts. The nature of the message, and the person it came from, told him that he would feel right at home with the work that was no doubt going to be offered. Although he didn't like being left out in the open.He was fine with a gamble, he'd taken plenty in his life, like when he decided to switch to the Browncoats to get off Serenity or followed a dubious distress signal half-way across the core only to find an Alliance ambush. Fortunately they hadn't bothered him since but he always got antsy in the core. Good time to get off. At least the ship looked nice, if missing quite a few parts. Rubbing his black hair, he gazes around, selecting a derelict hulk and waiting inside for someone else to show up.