MP ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Several Hours Later... Urfkgar boards through the ship's airlock. A lunite in the garb of some unknown military is standing at the top of the boarding ramp, just inside the airlock to the Haste. Urfkgar makes his way through the airlock with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He cracks his neck, grunts, and lumbers halfway up the ramp before grinding to a stop. It doesn't take much for Ryan to recognise who the lizard walking up his boarding ramp is, duffelbag over his shoulder, "Mr Urfkgar I assume?"