Name: Jim McCrady
Position/Reason on Ship: Mercenary hired as an independent defense contractor. Specializes in CQB and beating things to a bloody pulp.
Description: Built like a brick shithouse on steroids. He has a face only a mother could love, and even then, it depends on how the mother feels. The numerous scars and broken bones aren't helping his facial features.
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Personal weapon in barracks: "Devastator" Shotgun (8 || 24): Each shot is loaded with flechette ammunition, and each individual flechette has a plasma tip that allows it to burn through most armors before fragmenting. Ouch.
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Inventory:
- Vials of amphetamine (3)
- Pouch containing MgDNRxE
- Injector Syringe
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Abilities/Traits
- Shotguns Expert: +1 to any actions involving shotguns.

Name: Bob Jones
Position/Reason on Ship: Security Guard - To protect the cargo from space cops and space pirates/space banditos.
Description: A tall muscular man. He was picked up for a weapon smuggling run, and has stayed with the ship ever since. He is the ships security, and protects the cargo in the event of boarding.
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Personal weapon in barracks: Morita Assault Rifle - 30 round clip. A assault rifle with standard settings including full auto, semi automatic and single shot. The design is quite dated now, and this one was one of the last hundred made. It is starting to show signs of wear.
Other weapon: Jackal Knife - A strangely designed knife with bizarre panelling on the handle. It is made of a unknown material, but on the handle it says "Shinzon", after a few unrecognisable symbols. It's origin is unknown.
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Inventory:
Premium Space Cuban Cigar
Lighter
Hip Flask - Containing a unknown blue liquid that seems to be extremely alcoholic in nature. It appears to cause instant in toxication.
Tribble? - A unknown small furry ball creature that purrs when stroked. It has a strong sense of smell, and a voracious appetite for food. Tribble's reproduce at a rapid rate, and over feeding can cause extreme population booms.
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Abilities/Traits[1]
Sharp Eye: +1 to carefully aiming.

Name: Grif Mason
Position/Reason on Ship: Ships Helmsman and Tech support officer
Description: Average size and well-built with brown black hair and blue grey eyes, never seen without his authentic 21st Century aviators.
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Personal weapon in barracks: Nemesis Machine Gun [40-160].
Other weapon: M1911, an elegant weapon for a more civilized age [7-35].
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Inventory:
Omni Tool with a personal AI named 'Charlotte' installed.
Emergency space suit
Tribble
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Abilities/Traits[1]
Jack of two trades (+1 to rolls that involve either piloting a ship or any piece of technology)

I like Star Trek a whole lot, but I don't go flaunting it around like a large purple dildo strapped onto my head (as most Trek fans do).

the tobacco, the oils, the alcohol, or the space drugs? Or the other cargo, like grains and such?