Wrethon Tokila

"Y'know this is no place fer capsuleers?" Older man in a worn overall said, fiddling with his multi-tool.

"Yeah, I know. Still, participating in these 8 kh maintenance overhauls give me comfort when I'm at the helm."
the younger man replied as he finished checking that the aft thruster bay was up to spec.
"Also, mingling among the crew during ordinary duties keep certain realities clearer in my mind when I have to make good calls in extraordinary circumstances."

"That's what me and the mates don't git, Wreth" "What?" "That you actually give two shits 'bout us grease monkeys, you'll frigging outlive us anyways." Said the older man as he pulled Wrethon from the hangar floor.

"Outliving anyone is hardly a challenge nowadays for capsuleers, Dekh. That is why I aim to live true to myself and my crew, so that we can all be the best that we can be." Wrethon replied as he lowered the top of his overalls to his waist. Dekh patted the man on the back "Let's get drinks, I'm buying."