She really had put this off far too long, Captain Pol Finch thought, as she tacked up the notice on the bulletin board in the city square. Nighthawke wouldn't run without proper maintenance, and neither herself nor her pilot, Brent Noble, had the skills for that. Not to mention the fact that between them they'd had more injuries in ten months than most people would see in ten years, even out here on the raggedy edge of space.

She stepped back and frowned at the notice, hoping it would get her at least some help on her poor battered boat.

"Wanted - Crew for the Stardrone freighter ship, Nighthawke. In need of a mechanic familiar with the engine workings for this classification of starship. Also looking out for a medic, possibly some heavy backup. Must be prepared to accept that not all jobs will be legal at all destinations. Pay negotiable, accomodation and feeding provided. Contact Captain Finch for details. Leave a message with the gate guards, it'll get to me."

Well, she thought, turning away, if that doesn't get some attention, they were going to be stuck on this back-water planet a whole lot longer than she wanted. And that feng le Badger on Persephone was going to be more than a mite antsy 'bout getting his money on time.

((Anyone interested, please PM Pol Finch. Bear in mind, though s/ls will be centred mainly in RhyDin and round about, characters would preferably originate in Joss Whedon's Firefly 'verse. Thanks, all.))