Buck a jeté un coup d'œil sur le gamin, Adam. C'est Aaron. Altos. 
Ses yeux profonds étaient éclipsés par l'éclairage supérieur alors qu'il regardait le gamin qui semblait être loin de sa ligue.
"Non. C'est un travailleur de charité." Il a dit, voix complètement sèche et sans intention sarcastique évidente. Il s'est moqué et la dame qu'il a vue pour la première fois, Victoria, a commencé à louer leur capteur pour une raison quelconque. Il secoua la tête, et se détourna du groupe, regardant attentivement un mur, tournant sa pièce d'argent à deux têtes entre ses doigts. Pourtant, elle avait raison. Scenay rencontre des gens sans mémoire ni carte d'identité et il les utilise comme une sorte d'équipe de frappe. C'est pas vrai. Trou du cul.
Une fois qu'ils sont sortis de là, il a consacré une petite partie de son temps ici dans la galaxie pour obtenir une bonne vieille vengeance sur ce gars. Ce Diego pourrait peut-être les aider, s'il ne nous a pas tiré dessus d'abord.
Ce groupe CIM serait douloureux. Peut-être qu'il pourrait simuler sa mort et sortir de la poche de Scenay et disparaître dans le cosmos. Rien n'empêchait ce type de les expédier une fois leur travail terminé. Ils n'avaient rien. Buck avait besoin de cartes figuratives pour jouer sur ce type, mais il avait de la merde de Jack.
Une seconde ou deux après avoir dit son premier commentaire, il s'est de nouveau tourné vers le groupe.
"Je suis d'accord avec ce type." Il a dit, à Soren. "On ne peut pas tuer un homme sans armes, n'est-ce pas?"
Name: Chris Buckwood
Gender: M
Age: 34
Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.
His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.
Skills/Abilities:
Professional scam artist and scumbag.
Good with a gun, great with a knife, even better if you have sand in your eyes.
Best liar this side of the Mississippi. That's a long ways away.
Very...slippery. Not literally slippery. Figuratively. Perhaps literally, if the situation calls for it.
Liar's Dice. He's great at Liar's Dice.
Always has something up his sleeves.
Can make you feel bad.
You might be noticing some of these things are redundant, or similar to each other. That's because he's also good at making things sound better than they really are.
Personality:
Deceitful, greedy, arrogant, and armed with a sardonic sense of the common variety, Chris Buckwood is, unfortunately for the rest of our titular heroes, not someone you'd want to go on a galaxy-side roadtrip with. He's quick to get out of trouble as he is to get in it, and his "steal first face consequences later" attitude often gets him plenty of short stays in a plethora of backwater jails. He's smarter than everybody else and has it in his head that people are pretty stupid, and his experiences so far haven't convinced him otherwise.
If he can pull of a scam and get away with your cash, he'll do it. It's great at turning nothing into something that's worth nothing. His past escapades, though he can not remember any in particular, involve selling sea water as medicine from the Core Worlds to backwater doctors, or dice made out of exotic creature teeth, (i.e, some rocks.)
Despite his memory wipe, his scheming ways have not left him.