© J.U. Park & Cyberwriter Novel, page  8   <-  home  -> This time there was no need to repeat his words. "Dismissed." The captain walked over to where two figures in suits stood at the entrance way. Where a team of Starguards were assembling. "What do you think the jar bodies are doing here?" "Jar bodies?" Ron looked over to the crew member. "You mean jar heads." "That is the expression." came the sing song tone of the Drimits. "Do you think they are here to court us?" "You mean escorts us." Ron looks at the pod being finalized by the technicians. "No I don't think so." Grolo looked at the crew member up and down. Mostly up. This member is taller than Ron. He curled up his nose and sniffed. Ron noticed one of the other members with a crest he had never seen before. The individual is the tallest of the group. He stood quietly to the side watching everyone. When his visor was locked into his eyes he felt a sense of uneasiness. "Hay, Grolo, ever see a crest like that before?" "No not ever." "He is an Opps Tech." "Opps Tech. This guy is a long ways away from his type of ship. I thought they worked on the big rigs like a Dreadstar or a Sallict. Those ships are two maybe three times our size." They took in the tall figure with the short cut hair. Slender build and unusually long legs and arms. He was human but not of the standard characteristics that define the shape of one.