Space, a quite huge place... Not something new, anyways. Even with all this years of space career and exploration, all we found is new planets, entire sectors presumably empty all filled with stars and places to discover. Everything just seems to get bigger and bigger instead of smaller. Space, peaceful in its own magnificent way, awaiting to be discovered by anyone daring enough to venture past the edge of the know, a always moving line, thin enough to be broken by simply looking towards it. But as humans we are all, we carve for chaos, we rejoice in destruction, and everything we touch declines into our corruption and thirst for dominance. It will never matter how many years, decades or even centuries pass, men will always desire and thus, will always battle each other, cheat, trade and swindle. But that is the way things have always gone, from men being just a bunch of dots in Earth to being dots in space. Welcome to the Diamondblack Contraband has always existed, and even in this endless space, some people keeps providing those kinds of services under the radar of the law. But to be honest, the Diamondblack is not that bad of a ship to be in; it has all kinds of services, is not too small, neither too big, has a pretty decent commander and the best of all: is armed enough to keep both pirates and enforcers away, and even those who could put a fight don't. Wouldn't be profitable. Nice little ecosystem has the Diamondblack set up: Travels all around the known systems, trades with suspicious goods, not all of them legal, but not strictly illegal neither. Sees some action every now and then and its crew even gets to see amazing things such a sun set in systems with two or even more suns or space clouds and formations showing colours never before imagined. Ah, the Diamondblack crew... Is not as numerous as it could be, that's why the ship feels so wide sometimes, but they are a nice bunch of mercenaries and hired muscle, all of them with their own motivations and loyal to the commander. As long as they are kept busy, fed, entertained and of course paid. But what will this be without main characters? Vasily 'Klondike Bear' Kovalyev. That guy... Even after all this years speaking English, his accent is so thick sometimes you can't understand what is he saying, that plus his habit to mix languages when excited makes it up for dangerously fun moments. Also a mechanic, Vasily is known for being able to drive pretty much anything. If it can be driven, of course. As for personality, inopportune and cynical would be two words that would fit and describe him quite easily. "I hate this place!" Exclaimed one of the soldiers, kicking the sand of that forgotten desert planet on the outskirts of the mapped universe. "I bet this place hate you too, friend." Replied Vasily with a chuckle. "Shut up you two! Damn... I got sand even in my underpants..." Said another mercenary, all of them resting in cheap beach chairs under the shadow the Diamonblack cast. "I guess we should be thankful this place have breathable atmosphere." Added Vasily, who was wearing just some pants and a shirt, showing his 'Mother-Russia' features, and hiding his eyes behind dark glasses. "Meh... Just stop complaining... I heard we should be set and ready to go in a couple of hours." Said the first soldier.