The start of the rest of your life

Who: Kevn, Rico
where: starbug on its way to BD
when: just after lift off
"Roomy..." Rico said, "Kind of like the Boomer 7. Remember?"
"Nah! Boomer 7 was a whole lot worse than this rig! I wish we had a
Starbug back then. So then I wouldn't have had tosleep in the piloting
chair."
"You said you liked the chair!"
"You didn't see the physical tharapy afterwards." Kevn laughed.
"It was still a durable hunk of metal." Rico said.
"There were a lot of good times back then..."
Who: Kevn Fenard
where: Earth
when: 3 years earlier...
Kevn walked along the marble floors of the spaceport. He had his
passport, backpack with essentials, and a pair of sun-glasses. He was
heading for Mars, the ultimate vacation spot and only place looking
for a few mechanics for their atmosphere processors. Kevn stumbled
onto Gate 14, "Flight 19 now launching!" the intercom said.
"No! Smeg!!!" Kevn cursed as he saw the shuttle take off, "Should've
stopped after that 2nd round of bacon!"
Kevn sat on the bench and held his head in his hands, "This isn't
happening..."
"What isn't happening?" a tall black man asked.
"Why do you care?"
"I hear a good amount of things around here. And I heard you're a
rather good pilot. Let me introduce myself... I am Rico Larez
Marinezz."
"Kevn G. Fenard, and yes I am a pilot. Why do you ask?"
"Because my pilot split on me yesterday, and I really need a pilot."
"What's the pay?"
"A nice living quarters, and all the food and drink you want."
"...." Kevn was silent.
"And a thousand pounds."
"Sounds feasable... What's the job?"
"Smuggling..."
"Smuggling what?"
"I'll show you once we get back to the wearhouse...."
<remember this is a flashback so it doesn't conflict with the
storyline>