You are a spacer. You fly around the settled systems, doing odd jobs for whomever will pay. Your latest job was smuggling some contraband for a pirate group. As payment they gave you three of their slave. You brought them onboard and sat them in the crew lounge, each of them filthy and battered from their time in captivity. You assume they have survived some horrors. There's Grey, a Martian man who is busying himelf rolling a joint with slender fingers. He is willowy, perhaps seven feet in height, with long, thin arms and legs. The pallor of his skin emphasizes the black of his almond shaped eyes. His mouth is curled in to a small smile. Yosef, a tough as nails mercenary, stands at attention with his hands clasped behind his back. He has the physique of a body builder, the tattered remnants of his fatigues no longer contain his buldging muscles. He meets your gaze with a cool confidence. Seven, a small, nevous young man, sits fidgiting on the couch as his eyes dart between you and the other two men. The pirates mentioned he'd been some sort of genetic guinea pig for a mad scientist, leaving him a little skittish. The three men await your orders, Captain.