{Is there still time to jump in? This would be my first RP

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Name: Marcus
Role: Pilot
Species: Red Fox
Clothes: Black and silver striped aeronautic suit
Color: Red/Orange
Fur type: Anthro
Weapons: CAM-sword (condensed anti-matter)
Equipment: Prolonged exposure rebreather helmet
Marcus sat at one of the dining tables in the 8th floor's McDonalds, reading over his latest flight report before submitting it through the AnviOS system. His ears perked up for a moment and he looked up from his holopad at the flickering lights. He squinted suspiciously, and flicked a few buttons on his communicator.
"Are we having an electrical problem in the hangar?""Not that we're aware of, though we're noticing some odd power fluctuations throughout the station." Replied a voice."Make sure the cells on that Bek-1 in hangar nine are still charging, I'm going to go ask some questions."Clicking his holopad off, he tossed it in his bag and headed for the security room. Touching the pad next to the door, the door began to open, but the lights flickered again and the door jammed halfway open. Sighing, Marcus stuck his head through the gap into the security room, and noticed no-one was inside.
"Hmm.. What th-"Suddenly interrupted by a blaring voice overhead, shouting about killing people, someone named Rune, and other things he didn't quite understand.
"Rune? That tech guy? I only ever saw him once."Spinning on his paws, he zipped back around and rushed in the direction he thought Rune's quarters would be. Glancing down to his wrist and then back up several times, he managed to pull up the low-sec map of the station, but it didn't detail which quarters belonged to who. Stopping in the middle of the hallway within the engineering quarters, he glanced around, hoping to find some clue as to which door was Rune's. Turning a corner, he noticed a few people, including the station security, gathering around a single door.
"That's gotta be it."Jogging towards to door, Marcus overheard the people saying something about Rune, and assumed this must be where he was. He leaned against a wall, pulled out his holopad, and started up a few menial programs. He pretended to be doing something very important, after all nobody is going to interrupt a pilot who might be handling something important. He began eavesdropping on the conversations and whispers the people were sharing outside this door, and waited for something interesting to happen.