[Rainbowfox Ari]

Omega heard, felt, and smelled the rough landing from his little doctor's office in-ship, and waved away the smoke and steam that came pouring inside. He had been working on a new set of prosthetic limbs, as well as trying to form some semblance of order to the medical records he had on file for the... well, they couldn't really be called a crew yet, could they? The rainbow-haired genetic freak of a doctor had hooked up with Jack about a year ago, and they had been traveling, just the two of them and various mechanics, since then. It was high time the ship gave out though. As he was always fond of telling Jack: 'I put PEOPLE together, and sometimes robotics. I'm no doctor for this piece of junk you call a ship'. Harsh, perhaps, but without new parts in most every port, the thing had been giving them trouble from the get-go.

Sighing and putting down the scalpel he'd been using to fasten a tiny screw, he pushed himself up, and flipped on the air vent system before grabbing his stethoscope off one of the counters, hanging it around his neck, and shoving his hands in his pockets. It was time to find the wayward Captain. This time planet-side, he knew Jack planned to pick up personnel, and there was no way any of them were coming aboard the craft unless Omega had a good look at them. Physically, it was to reduce the cost, or calculate the cost, of medicines he'd need to buy and supplies he'd need to salvage. But there was a mental factor to it too. That was simple; if he couldn't stand the man or woman? They weren't coming along.

He exited the ship amid smoke, and noticed that the mechanic appeared to be limp and lifeless. A quick pulse check confirmed the obvious.

"Dammit Jack..." he muttered under his breath. "That's the third one this hunk of junk has claimed."

He kicked the ship for good measure, upon which one of the pipes that had been hanging on for dear life above, fell two inches in front of him with a clatter.

"Yeah. New parts, new people. And this time..." he trailed off as he caught sight of the Captain weaving his way through people, and raced to catch up to him.

"THIS time let's not kill anyone!" he said as he reached the man. "You know that's the third mechanic in a year? That's a bit much. That hunk of junk is a flying death-trap. I'd just gotten his records in order too. Who's this?"

He finally seemed to realize he was interrupting Jack talking to someone, and his eyes immediately narrowed. A broker, most likely. Judging by the planet they were on, possibly a swindler too. Most swindlers were wary of a genetic freak like Mega - it was why Jack kept him around, probably.