He walked through the bloodied hallways of the ship, he'd just finished up with a bounty- eliminating this entire faction of the IPC here on board.

Stopping Infront of a window he looked out at the vast stars....it was always so empty...but he could never go back. This stary galaxy had now become home to him....in this now metal body.

Traveling deeper through the ship, just to make sure he got everyone he noticed a room leading towards a part he hadn't noticed before....

maybe someone hid themselves in there...best to check he thought to himself.

What he found wasn't something he'd expected....there lay a person strapped to the table...no clothes and a bunch of bloodied tools around them. They seemed not to have a cut on them at least but there were some noticeable scars.

He walked over studying them closely before sighing and picking them up carefully. He can question them later when they wake up, if they did work for the IPC not like this cowboy can't just put a bullet through their head....but he had a feeling they weren't...he knew all to well what this looked like.

A few days past and he'd already long returned back to his own home or ship whatever one may refer to it as. He'd left them to sleep in the bed on board he had no use for anyway. He'd also dressed them and made sure to keep them as hydrated as he could.

He was currently chilling in the main area just scrolling through possible bounties he could task himself with next.