Steven-
Why was the ship always such a mess? One could hardly walk in in it like it was. Pieces and parts that had fallen off just lay about in the walk way along with grease and some other unidentifiable liquids. "I should really get this place cleaned up." The man grumbled as he stepped over a particularly large puddle of oily liquid before heading to the docking port. Knowwhere, perfect. A city inside of the severed head of a Celestial, just the place to look for hardened crimainals to make up the perfect crew. As the hydronics hissed and the door fell the man tapped his feet to the humming tune outside, not earth music but it wasn't bad either. It was almost enough to dance by and the door was so slow. With a slight movement the man did a sort of earthly shuffle that they called dancing before sliding down the loading ramp. It was a rather nice day really if one could call it that. It was hot and humid here just like always and it smelled of stale sweat and feet. But it was still better than the ship. Where would one start in going about finding a crew? Well there was always the alleyways and the containment unit to look at for the worst of the bunch but maybe the pub would be better for now. Maybe he should just put up a few signs saying 'Outlaws welcome! Come to the North Star to sign up!' maybe that would get some attention even if it was rather in wanted. Why did this sort of thing have to be so difficult?

Crossfire surveyed the city from above, her bright green eyes blazing in curiosity as she watched a man exit a grungy looking ship. She breathed in the cool atmosphere, jumping down from the roof she was perched on, gliding on a long thick vine. She touched down to the ground and watched the man curiously, snatching a Star Fruit on the way from a market stall. Biting into it she studied him, intrigued by his strange appearance.

Lumi darted through the mass of trading stalls, keeping her head down as she swiped a bright red fruit from one of them. She pulled the black head wrap closer around her head, only to hide her bright blue hair- most Gneonnians were hated by others because of their strange powers, even though they were peaceful.

Taking a bite out of the fruit, she watched the people buying from the stalls, wondering who could possibly have more money than they needed.

Crossfire chewed on the fruit casually, she looked about her and sat down ignoring the outraged cries of the stall owner.

Steven-
It was hard to ignore the fact that he was being followed though he made it seem as though he couldn't care less. After a moment he took a left turn and headed into the pub where all eyes turned to look at him as he entered the place. It was as if they had never seen a human before! Well that my actually have been the case yet he didn't really care to be honest. Without changing pace he made his way over to a seat and settled in before taking a notepad from his pack and quickly jotting down a few words. With the sign down he folded it so it sat up on the table. It read 'Sign up here'. Someone was bound to ask right?

Her gaze followed the stride of a young man who seemed to be around her age. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on where he went- it was a bar. Chuckling, she tilted her head, and she shadowed the human, curious.

When he took a seat, her eyes were drawn to the sign he hat put up on the table. 'Sign up here'? For what? She decided to take a seat, and watched the others in the crowded building.

Crossfire got up to her tender feet and ran towards the Pub, she pushed open the doors and saw the man again. She stumbled over to them her eyes were wide, "Hello there! I've never seen anyone quite like you! What'cha up to here on this mighty fine night?"

Steven-
He looked at the little green woman for a moment before smiling. "Me? I'm just looking for a crew is all." He said looking about for a moment. "Care in signing up? Don't care for a background as long as you're able to work and pull your weight."

Watching them converse, she overheard a few of the words coming out of the man's mouth. She decided to drop in, and walked over to the two, putting her pale hand on the table. "Sign ups for what?" She didn't mean to be rude- she was just abrupt like so to new people.

Steven-
He smirked a bit. Already he had some takers, that was good, really good in fact. "Sign ups for my crew ma'am. Im looking to create the toughest bunch of space pirates out there."