The engines of the ship stirred beneath Sebastian as he sat crouched behind a crate in the holding bay. Listening carefully for the approach of boots, he turned over and crawled behind another mound of cargo. All the while, he kept his ears open for any noise made by the smuggler who piloted the ship he on which he had picked to stowaway.
"Karking hell!" The small engineer cursed as he stood up suddenly, hitting his head on a shelf in the process. Recoiling immediately, he feared that the smuggler might hear him and dropped onto his hands and knees.
When the sound of footsteps entered the holding bay, Sebastian crawled on all fours to the other side of the room, where he saw the pilot enter and stand in the corridor. In a moment, the man turned around and left, much to Sebastian's relief. The ship surged into whatever unknown wasteland he had found himself on. Feeling the hull pull into the ground, he rose to his feet and crept silently out of the holding area.
Peering around the edge of the doorframe, Sebastian saw a vast desert looming beyond the viewport, jutted with curved rocks and plenty of shipwrecks for him to salvage. Just as he prepared to turn around, a large hand clamped his shoulder and the rugged face of the smuggler stared back at him.
"I was going to pay when we got here!" Sebastian cried as he recoiled in disgust beneath the physical touch of the man. He did mean it, even if he when he was a stowaway to get to different planets, he always made up for it in the end.
"You just..." Shifting his eyes from one side of the wall to the other, he rubbed his shoulder awkwardly and muttered. "Weren't around at the time." Running a hand through his pin-straight hair, he held his fingers inside of one of his suspenders and continued to avoid the man's gaze. "Do you need any work done while you're here?" Sebastian offered before the pair of them prepared to traverse the desert world.