Christian entendit l'ordre d'accélérer dans la crainte de manquer une réunion. La quantité de sarcasme s'accumulant dans son corps était presque mesurable par les instruments médicaux. "Oh non, je ne suis même pas invité à la réunion. C'est la fin de ce putain de scénario mondial." Il s'est posé dans la charrette avec son seul bras encore reposant sans le pousser. Il a ignoré la Warock à cause de ça, la blessure était encore fraîche et il ne voulait rien en faire, vu que les sentiments ne se faisaient pas mal. Le chariot s'est levé un peu mais pas trop, et l'eta n'a probablement pas changé. Il ne savait même pas pourquoi il poussait ce chariot, Kal savait qu'il n'était pas vraiment un agent de sécurité. Elle n'était pas vraiment son patron, c'était bien... capitaine Ray. Hh pensait à lui-même comment au moins Kal était meilleur que certains des autres choix sur le navire. Ça pourrait toujours être pire.
"Où est-ce qu'on est, je ne vois pas au-delà de toutes ces foutues barres de bonbons. Est-ce qu'ils sont réels? Je n'ai pas eu de barre de bonbons non répliquée depuis toujours" Il a menti. Il en avait quelques-uns dans sa chambre, avec de vrais fruits frais. Il en avait caché d'autres sur d'autres parties du navire, mais seul le capitaine et quelques autres savaient où ils se trouvaient. Ils étaient gardés dans des sacs scellés sous vide pour que personne ne puisse les renifler. Ces petits morceaux de nourriture étaient trop précieux pour juste donner.
NAME: Christian Malory
RANK: Ensign
DEPARTMENT, POSITION: Support, Black market trader (although the ship lists him as a security officer)
RACE: Human
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male

SHORT BIO: Coming out of a planet on the edge of union territory, Christian never had the easiest time getting by. His whole life he was surrounded by the poorest and rudest of beings in the universe. He saw his fair share of shady deals go down and through this built a network of traders in the black market. Whenever he needed anything, or a close friend did he was the guy who could get it far faster than any official could, and generally at higher quality too. Problem was that he was pricier. He began to make a name for himself and built an interplanetary network that reached into the heart of the union, and he made his way hitchhiking around the union territory grabbing the illegal or rare items he needed before a captain decided his... connections would be useful for his ship and crew. Ever since then he's been masquerading as a security guard on the scouting ship, while handling all of their relations to an underground criminal market operations.
PERSONALITY: Growing up in one of the shittiest (can we swear?) planets, not much scares him. He grew up with guns and knives pointed at him. He's slow to trust but loyal to anyone that he deems a friend. He has a strangely optimistic view of most people despite his upbringing. He doesn't take threats seriously, other than those of his crew mates. He's a bit trigger happy as well, not truly valuing the lives of anyone he doesn't trust. At least he knows who not to mouth off to.
TALENTS:Diplomacy in general. He can fake being posh and noble, as well as getting along with street rats
Decent aim
Can find a place to stay in almost any city, quality not guaranteed to be good
FLAWS: He is a bit too ready to take a life
His mood can change very fast depending on the topic of conversation. His past isn't really up for public review.

I fully understand if this character idea is also not too fitting for this RP. But I made it based off of the whole "However, because the ship really doesn’t need another reprimand on its record" part of the description. Again, I might just be too eager after finishing firefly just last week.