See you, space cowboy (space pirate bounty hunter RP, OPEN)

"Well I'm certainly not the one with the title 'most ladylike'." Ellen shouted, joining in on the back and forth quipping. "Maybe Kris is! Oh wait, she's too greasy."

"Considering you're both greasy, I'm technically the most ladylike here," Daso pointed out, running his hands through his incredibly well-kept braids.

"Alright. Daso wins the title." Ellen chuckled.

He struck a dramatic pose, flipping his hair and winking. "Thank you."

Faye scoffed. "You're not even…" She rolled her eyes and laid back into the couch.

A large clunking echoed from the roof above their heads.
"Hey! What are you do-" A couple muffled scuffles. (ha that rhymes.)
"Gotcha! Now you, my friend, have some explaining to do!" Cries a triumphant voice, and the ceiling panel falls to the floor. Down jumps Kristine, holding a very small, scruffy, potato-like thing.
"This was clawing at the pipe - it went all the way down to the main control room! I don't know what it is, but the pipe needs some major repairs, or else the AC will be worse and worse." Kristen displays.

(Can I join this?)

"I can patch the crack." Ellen said, quick jogging into her room and returning with a can of sealant.

"You can't fit through the pipe, it runs all the way down the ship. I'll have to do it. Anyway, who wants to deal with this?" Kirsten asks, lifting the potato-like thing even higher.

"What the hell is that even?" Ellen asked. "I'll toss it out the airlock."

"No, no. We need to interrogate it. Here." She placed it in Ellen's arms, which it bit.

Ellen cussed, holding it out at arms length while searching for a bag or something to put it in.

"The fuck is that?" Faye sat up quickly to try and survey the thing closer.

"I don't know!" Ellen grunted. "Get something to put it in"

"I…" She grabbed up a plastic bag she crammed into the couch (she was too lazy to toss it) and stood up with it.

Ellen walked over and shoved the thing into the bag. "Where's the Galactic Creature Encyclopedia?" She muttered.

"Dunno. Daso's room?" Faye suggested meekly with a shrug.

(Can I join this?)

(Yep)

Daso rolled his eyes. "No, I don't have the Encyclopedia. I don't read, dumbass."

"Then I'm not the dumbass," Faye shot back fiercely.

Ellen chuckled. She set down the bag with the questionable creature and started rummaging around for the Encyclopedia. "Blast that thing to smithereens if it gets out. I'm not going to take the time to track it down."

"I honestly think we should just kill it," Daso said, shrugging. "It looks like a bug."

Faye searched the couch for a weapon and came up with a rusted fork. "Hey… I remember these. Now it's all tech to feed you. Ugh." She flung it over her shoulder and continued searching.

Ellen found the book under a pile of laundry which smelled questionable. She opened the book and started paging through it.

"See anything of use in there, kiddo?" he asked, peeking over Ellen's shoulder.

Faye flung a cushion away. "God… what's the point of having a couch when there's no change or weaponry in it?"

(Can my character be half human have robot?)

(Can my character be half human have robot?)

(Yup, but remember our characters are broke and cheap, so your character's cybernetic parts might not be the best of the best)

"Uhhh… It could be a Onex larvae. Not sure how one would be on our ship though. Best thing to do would be to kill it though. They're pesky killers if they reach adulthood."

"That's fine with me," he replied, grimacing. "It's icky."