Zechnar

Captain Zechnar was hung over as he walked down the corridor of the spotless Caldari Navy outpost. Several hours earlier his whore had spat in his face, due to his incessant and drunken demands for her to just take one little shot of his latest booster. Designed to enhance reflexes while experiencing warp drives, he himself had become quite used to them, if not to say addicted. He had had to dump her impossibly grinning corpse in the garbage bin in sector 4a, and he was hoping the blockage in the poor, working class section's sewage wouldn't be noticed until he was safely back in his ship.

That's why, even though he usually adhered to a strict principle of no flying the day after, he was on his way to his old boss. He knew Lieutentant Ahtaras was a swine of the worst dimensions, but he usually had good missions requiring minimal questions asked and maximum bonus served.