Smocker

...real dusty in the Sayer Belt, especially that deep...was a dirty vein of argemite, anyway...it compromised easy and kicked up warm rubble...Standow-Macon had no qualms about forsaking its men when things severely shat the bed...When rockspray pelted the transport beyond repair, well, they just presumed the crew would die afore they could demand their tale. Sketchy enough to navigate the Belt and a paunched transport could never make it out intact...but most of that crew was decked in smockersuits...Channelcraft suits have always been high quality...among the best you can get in the Fringe at that price point, really...Such a caliber of insulation protects men from the elements, and, for these men, let them get real deep and clatty into the bowels of their ships. Managed to rig some of their skiffs to withstand a long haul...they still had all the Standow-Macon creds so they headed for the nearest operation...They cramped the SM reps and recruited the rest...pos wasn't all that hard neither. Nilas Macon had long since fallen out of favor...Vil Sade's public rebuke had irreparably crippled any rep that he had clung to...and contract miners, by nature, have scant fealty to their employers...The Melchor Brood took form from the survivors and their mutinous recruits and they menaced pockets of the Fringe for some time...shacked up with Man Earlie pretty quick. A real boon. Formidable in the Freight Wars...