Sen never did understand her motivations. She knew why she was out here, yes. But why become a Scrapyard Dog? She could have been an honest merchant or a mercenary. She could have been a vigilante or a bounty hunter. But why a Scrapyard Dog? A scavenger cross anarchist with a reputation for being psychotic. She didn't pretend she had the answers. She didn't pretend she needed them. She knew what she was doing, even if she didn't know why. That's all that she needed. That and her crew. As the ship's pilot expertly stopped them just short of an abandoned scrapyard, Sen activated the ship wide intercom. "All Skirmishers, get your TRS' on and get ready to reclaim some tech. Hangar opens in five and closes in ten. Whoever ain't out there gets fed to Aideen." Sen smiled. It was an empty threat and they all knew it. But she had fun making them anyway. Still, she knew that they would get it done. They always did. And that was all she could have asked for.