February 8, 3306
Swoilz AW-C d125, planet 2
With the passing of the storm front, a healthy collection of ships had entered the planet’s atmosphere. Some had landed, with crews fanning out to search their immediate area, others flew low crisscrossing paths; sensors turned to their highest detection capabilities.
Phillip (Phil) Talbot was part of such a crew which had landed. Though working with the pirate outfit, Promba Clan, he was an outdoorsman by birth. The crew he had been assigned for this mission, appeared competent enough in space, though once they descended to the planet below, his opinion changed to that of being surrounded by opportunities. This crew held no ground skills, which Phillip knew could prove useful.
Looking around, the cold landscape reminded him of one of several non-populated worlds he could rightfully call home. He was born into a nomadic group of travelers; who made their way to various non-populated systems, scavenging from those planets which could support life. Phillip knew the cold, embraced it. The chill could hold ones’ focus, or lead to the final warm embrace of departure. Tracking any normal person would be simple enough inside of such an environment, though his initial assessment was, this was no normal group. There were no signs that any other had visited this ship, nor left the captain of it, in the state which was broadcast the previous day. These were not amateurs, and this Phillip knew, would require bait to entice.