DALE KURT
Dale waiting in the hanger where he was instructed to go to, he had gotten a job offer and from the look of it, it was a nice and easy job, smuggle a bounty hunter onto a planet and then get them out, simple and clean. The only issue was his ship didn't have passenger space, only space for cargo. But whoever sent him the job order already had a ship, and whoever it was was ok with Dale using their ship to do the job. Dale had arrived at the job a little early, or the other person was late, either way, he had been waiting for a while. He leaned against one of the landing feet of the ship. His mask was on and his voice scrambler was active, the eyes of his mask glowed a light orange.