Zeferoth walked off the ramp to the smuggler's frigate and stretched feeling his back pop in several places. He moved on to his neck next. He leaned his head as far left as it would go, and then to the right. He sighed, as he then rolled his head several times in both directions. Zeferoth worked his way down his body trying limber himself back up after being stuck on a ship for a long time without being able to move much. Being stuck in the cargo hold of a ship was not very comfortable under the best of circumstances, but his sheer size made that even harder. He could barely lay straight in any position, and that wasn't even to mention he couldn't work out at all. All the merchandise being transported was fragile, and Zeferoth was half afraid he would brake it if he so much as bumped any of it.  

A gruff throat being cleared interrupted stretching his legs bringing his attention back to the smuggler captain, Irwin Kreig. He crossed his arms with an amused grin on his face. The space born human's large mustache was as black as the abyss of space, and neatly trimmed. It was clear he took great pride in it. His hair was cut in a short military style, but was starting to grow out without too much care. He wore a brown leather jacket over a plain gray flight suit. A red bandanna was tied around his neck, and a cigar was already smoking from being held from his lips. A long scar ran from one cheek to the other. Whenever someone asked about it, the story changed apparently. 

"OK Listen up kid." Irwin said blowing out a puff of smoke. "We are going to be on Brench for a good while. The things we are looking for need to be made custom for someone of your..." He paused looking for the right word. "Stature." He said with a chuckle. Zeferoth gave him a flat stare before rolling his eyes. Irwin just chuckled again. "Don't give me that. Just listen, I know you are exited to get on earth, but with the state of things at the moment, this operation is going to take a bit more finesse than usual." He smiled a half smile holding onto the cigar. "You're still young, just relax and enjoy yourself boy." He said turning around and waving to Zeferoth, as he returned to his crew. 

Zeferoth took a deep breath, then let it out in a long sigh. Well, nothing I can do about it now. He thought walking out into the main hub of the space port. The place packed. There were far too many people for Zeferoth's liking, and of course, he stood out like a busted thumb. Zeferoth looked around with his earth brown eyes. An open information terminal caught his attention. He opened the terminal looing for a map of the area, and what there was to pass the time. He would rather be out training, or relaxing in nature of the planet, but that didn't seem to be the case here. It all seemed like one big city consuming the planet. Why did it have to be Brench?