I've officially given up making a nice neat starter. I can't come up with anything. I've seriously been trying to come up with a good opening post for days now. *Flails About* _____________________________________________________________ It was quiet on the ship. Too quiet in fact. Ambros looked at the stalled engine again, before lifting his wrench and slamming the heavy iron object down. Immediately the engine kicked on again. He sighed tiredly before heading over to the comm system. "Hey, we're back in business. After this drop, we really should get the engine replaced though. I'm not sure how much longer he'll hold up." Ambros Illir Kyrin, though only 23, spoke and moved like a veteran of the field, constantly alert. He stood tall, especially for those from his home world of Atria where the gravity was 1.43 Times higher than Earth's which caused the people to grow shorter, more stocky builds. He was just over six feet tall, of narrow frame and build. Far from an athlete though, Ambros spent most of his early life practising with a rifle, or playing cards. He'd even earned a decent reputation at the tables. That was years behind him though. He'd been Captain of the ship Asmodeaus for five years at the present time, picked it up as a salvage ship, named it after a Demon Prince, long before he actually knew it's meaning. He just thought it sounded cool. The name stuck though, and was printed in the law as his. He couldn't have changed it if he tried. And while most ships were considered female, Ambros found it only fitting that a Demon Ship be male. He even had the name printed in great gothic letters across the side for emphasis. Ambros ran his fingers through his long black hair, pulling it tight back into the ponytail that he normally wore. "Anyway, I'm on my way back up, see you shortly." He said into the intercom. Straightening his jacket, he headed towards the elevator.