Cestus
Cestus s'est réveillé quand le vaisseau a quitté l'hyperespace. Il s'était endormi sur la couverture qu'il gardait dans la soute à cargaison. Encore. Le maître de charge buvait dans l'obscurité de la pièce maintenant pleine et l'utilisait pour effacer ses pensées. Nous sommes à quelques minutes de l'accostage, mieux vaut faire un dernier contrôle, il a pensé comme il s'est lentement incorporé.
Comme il l'avait fait tant de fois avant que Cestus n'arrive lentement à l'un des murs voisins et ne tourne sur les lampes en cage afin d'éviter de tourner les feux de cale entiers. Les lampes brillaient de jaune doux, leurs teintes autrefois blanches taillaient de brun par l'âge et leur lumière était faible, n'aidant pas trop la visibilité, mais assez pour qu'il arrive aux panneaux de commande.
Le remplacement bionique brillant vert terne dans la demi-lumière de la cale. L'éclairage de l'écran de diverses consoles a jeté des slashes dans l'obscurité, les icônes d'activation sur eux grineux et émeraude.
Il travaillait avec une somnolence silencieuse. Il a d'abord consulté un data-slate, en observant les lectures de température de base et l'état général de l'emprise. Puis il se mit à examiner l'inventaire, en s'assurant que tout ce qu'ils avaient supposément chargé était là et qu'ils n'avaient pas de surprises.
Parmi les marchandises énumérées sur le connaissement se trouvaient les conteneurs de 20 minerais, entièrement certifiés, transportés aux fins de vente et de distribution à la gare de Harkon. D'autres gravures fines ont révélé que chaque contenant contenait quelques centaines de minerais individuels ou de minerais partiels, sécurisés par des groupes généralement égaux sur des caisses à l'intérieur de chaque contenant.
Cestus s'est alors assuré que chaque certificat de conteneur leur avait été collé, et leurs sceaux étaient intacts. Il a sorti sa baguette de balayage, et a clignoté chaque certificat, en veillant à ce que le code corresponde au numéro sur son dossier.
Une fois que cela a été fait, le Loadmaster a vérifié les autres stocks divers qu'il avait et resterait à bord. Il s'agissait notamment de fournitures médicales pour l'androïde responsable de ce champ, de pièces de rechange pour les ingénieurs, d'une caisse complète de médicaments appelés Beaumaris, et de toutes les fournitures alimentaires qu'il possédait et pouvait utiliser sur la cuisine.
Il l'a fait pour savoir ce qui s'était passé et a dû être acheté quand ils ont accosté. Après avoir énuméré toutes les fournitures nécessaires dans la cuisine, il a envoyé un message au reste de l'équipage lui demandant de lui envoyer ce qu'il fallait acheter sur le budget du navire, puis a procédé à un dernier contrôle avant de fermer les portes comprimées et de partir pour le pont.
D'habitude, il savait ce dont tout le monde aurait besoin, mais l'équipage à bord du Bruant a constamment changé et entre la cuisine et le sommeil, il n'avait pratiquement rien parlé aux autres. Peut-être qu'en livrant les fournitures qu'ils demandaient, aurait-il le temps de les présenter?
C'était un petit voyage entre les quais et le pont lui donnant à peine le temps d'allumer une cigarette, le faible sifflement de la pression d'évasion a accueilli l'arrivée de Cestus sur le pont alors que le portail automatisé lui permettait d'entrer, avant de glisser fermé dans son sillage.
"Sire, la cargaison est prête à aller et à double contrôle," il a annoncé en marchant dedans, puis il a inhalé une grande quantité de fumée avant de continuer. Je demande des fonds pour acheter toutes les fournitures que nous manquons dès que nous sommes au sol et la cargaison livrée,
Caestus/Cestus
“Not right now!”
-Cestus

T H E B A S I C S 
Full name 
Hektor Crucius Tal
Birth Date
10.12.2324
Age
32
Species
Human
Gender
Male

A P P E A R A N C E
 
  
In Depth Appearance
Cestus is of a fair complexion, slightly taller than average, brawny and well built. He has deep green eyes (one is bionic), a chiseled jaw covered by a well groomed beard and wavy medium-length brown hair that he keeps slicked back. His clothing usually consists of the standard security detail uniform but with short sleeves instead of the usual full arm, a flak jacket, elbow protectors, tall military boots, a multi-use belt, and the standard beret. Cestus also wears an advanced eye patch with a broad strap and a lens in deep black over his regular eye.
The eye patch has a built in infrascope and range finder while his bionic eye is a replica of the regular one but with augmented senses and a motion tracker.
Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Cestus’ torso, arms, and legs are full of scar tissue due to his unfortunate time in the Rikari pits but the only notable one is the Rikari slave branding on his ankle. In his head he has just a small scar behind the bionic eye from the time he lost it. Tattoo wise the human has four, a big trident on his left arm as it is the symbol for his religion, his mother’s name on the collarbone, the symbol of his former association on the hip, and an official imperial liberation statement on top of the brand on the ankle.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

Job
Loadmaster/Security/Cook
Likes & Dislikes
✔ Cooking
✔ Women
✔ Credits
✔ Smooth operations
✘ Pits
✘ Hyperspace
✘ Infighting
✘ Complications
Habits
Cestus is a top of the line procrastinator and heavy smoker with a tendency to double check everything when he actually decides to work. Besides this gambling may be the biggest of his flaws as he has developed the habit of overspending when on the tables which can cause him lots of trouble.
Fears
☠ Swimming
☠ Torture

D E L V I N G D E E P E R
Personality
♦Honest ♦ Lazy ♦ Careful ♦ Flexible ♦
Cestus is typically a laid-back individual, and does not get himself involved in things unless absolutely necessary. When expressing himself he is the realest person one can ever meet, the ex-gladiator dislikes sugarcoating his intentions and gets straight to the point not caring too much if the opinion is offensive or hard. To help overcome any companion’s trouble he would prefer to attempt to use bribery and outright trickery and manipulate them into doing what was best for them instead of the more heartwarming and talkative approach most would approach. He may come off as rude sometimes but his intentions are always the best.
Place of Origin
Luna
History

All of Luna’s poor habitants have a reputation for being tough bastards. Indeed, the underworld of the natural satellite is renowned for being one of the most hellish places in the galaxy due to its overpopulation and all too known criminal problems as you either live rich and on the safe part or on the slums where humans have to learn to shoot before they can walk in order to survive. Criminals and bodyguards native to the moon have a well-deserved reputation for being tough, cunning, hard to kill and crafty. Unfortunately backstabbing is also very common in those dark alleys.
Hektor was born to a criminal underboss’ family in those slums. For most of his youth he was a renowned muscle, being employed by his family to enforce situations when just a teen and a prodigy on the underground boxing so common in those places.
But as most syndicates on those parts his family’s influence and power were all cut and subsequently the members either joined other groups, were killed, escaped, or captured and sold as slaves to the Rikari. Hektor fell into the latter.
His reputation as a skilled fighter made the slavers advertise him as a fighter and at the age of only eighteen he had been sold to a very wealthy pit gambler. Before his first fight he chose the Caestus as his weapon and thus he was renamed Cestus for his master’s simplicity. In that fight a confused Cestus managed to win but lost his eye in the process.
His master would replace it with a crude bionic and promised to give him a top of the line one if the gladiator managed to survive. It would take him his sanity and seven agonizing years of death and fighting but eventually the human had gained enough prestige to win himself a top of the line eye.
He reluctantly continued that way of life as he had nowhere to run or another place to go to for another year. During that year he got badly injured and as he was the master’s favorite and most efficient fighter was given rest on his sons’ personal property.
There he met and befriended the master’s two sons and daughter who taught him how to cook with great skill as he became a regular slave for a while. Eventually the daughter would grow an interest on him and start a physical relationship. It looked like he would stay there for a long time but fearing repercussions for herself and ashamed of what she had done the daughter sent Cestus back to the pits but thanks to divine intervention he would be freed before reaching the arena.
His master had been arrested for fraud and all of possessions confiscated. As law stated the government couldn’t own slaves they were all officially and legally released. Cestus quickly made his way back to Luna after a year worth of finding his true self due to the traumatizing experience had had lived.
Once back on his homeland he would open a restaurant which he named the iron fist but after being caught in debt several times due to him gambling away the lease money he had to sell his equipment and dream and started to work again in the security business, helping caravan traders and the likes handle and transport their goods efficiently and safely without fear of pirates.
Currently Cestus offers both services combined as well as the role of loadmaster (In charge of the cargo loading/unloading operations. Also keeps track of the ship's stores) at a decent price for the variability he offers.

Extra
He uses his combat knife both to cook and fight.