Alpine Park
He was always moving, never choosing to be in one place or very public for longer than necessary. At first it was easy... buy some ration pills and a cheap hotel room, and always pay in cash. But he was running out of money now, and he couldn't keep this up much longer. If he had any hope disappearing for good, he would have to find a way to stay on the move indefinitely, and preferably earn some money while he did it.
So he asked around the starport, and he went looking for ships taking on crews. He knew that if he could get a job on a starship hauling cargo, or maybe even something illegal if necessary, he could keep a low profile. If he had to move boxes he would, if he had to get his hands dirty he would; it didn't matter as long as he could hold a job and keep a cover. Right now all that mattered was getting taken on.
He struck good fortune in a ship by the name of the Anbruch; a ship which was looking for, of all things, a scientist. He knew he was rather more qualified than most, and he was desperate for a way to get onto a ship... but it was conspicuous at best. Who actually needed a scientist in space? He knew it could be a trap, but desperation forced him to ignore his better judgement... he knew running was safer than hiding, and he knew that if it was legitimate, then this would be exactly what he was looking for.
The most valuable commodity in the galaxy right now was mobility. He didn't figure, at least for now, that any agencies would seriously be looking for him outside of Nepleslian space, and he didn't figure they would bother as long as reports of him didn't surface. Out here he had the ability to disappear, to start over.
Freedom
He made inquiries to the contact information left by the advertisement, which brought him to a bar, and a Veronica. From there he was directed to Alpine Park. He knew meeting in public could mean one of two things, either the organization he was contacting could be doing something disreputable, or... it was a setup. He had been careful though, hadn't he? He was sure he had, nobody knew his name, and he kept hard currency only now. But was it enough?
Pushing self doubt aside, he had his suit pressed and cleaned expressly for the meeting, and made the best effort he could to groom his beard. It wasn't exactly tidy, but it wasn't a bedraggled mess. He decided it might be best to trip a few inches off of it, cutting it down to the underside of his chin, where it met his neck.
When he finally made his way to the park, it seemed the first thing he spotted was... what was it?
It... it was a robot. Doctor Creed shook his head in disbelief, looking the robot up and down with fascination and poorly hidden fear. Pushing the rim of his sunglasses closer to his face in a vein effort to conceal his wide eyes.
This must be a representative... He thought to himself, the anxiety building before he worked up the nerve to approach it. I suppose we'll find out now if this is legitimate, or if I'm being set up.
Forming over a dozen unfounded conspiracy theories at once, he finally made his way over toward the robot and asked in its general direction "Excuse me, uh... sir. Are you a representative of miss Captain Tanja?"
He squinted, having to look further up the closer he got to the robot, and the closer he got, and even with sunglasses the idea of having to look at a solar eclipse to address the robot "face to face" as one might put it, was daunting. So he finally gave up and focused on staring the robot directly in the center of it's chest plate.