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Reggie stared down at the piece of paper in her hands. A list of names and positions of all the people who wanted to join her crew. She wasn't expecting such a large turnout. There were at least 3 names for each position she needed, which was more than plenty.

She plopped down on one of the wooden chairs the Inn had provided for the evening, immediately kicking her legs up, resting them on top of the table. She read through the names, wondering how the different races would feel about following a human woman to an unknown planet.

She smiled to herself, setting the paper down next to her feet. She lifted a hand, showing the bartender that she wanted a drink. Unlike most places, the Pashani Inn made traditional human food. At least what the humans thought was traditional. All they knew was from history books, and those creepy old people who sit around yelling about how things used to be different.

Because of their menu choice, the Pashani Inn would be ideal to do interviews. Not many people came to a traditional human restaurant. Not many people liked humans. And sure enough, there was practically nobody in the Inn. Except for two old men yelling about how things used to be different. When were they going to get it? Humans were no longer at the top of the food chain. They had been knocked down several 15 pegs to next to last.

She removed her feet from the table when the barkeep arrived with a large pitcher of amber liquid. "Thank you sir," She said taking the glass from him. She gulped down the liquid, happy to have the alcohol in her system. She set the glass down on the table, licking her lips, when someone sat down next to her.

"Really? That's the form you're going to go with?"