Cancer station's bar has all of your races drinking away, you got your humans, your elves, then you have this guy who is a 6'9" wolf humanoid towering over everyone even while sitting in the back with a holopad and a half glass full of whiskey, the closest thing to the alcohol back home. he flipped through the different job offers from people who've seen his postings for a job, most of them were for carrying cargo or being a underpaid mechanic for the station's many different areas. he let out a small puff of flames from his mouth from the alcohol and his magic mixing in his blood, he had to expel it in some sort of manner besides belching like a true drunk and spewing flames like a dragon.
he put the holopad down and ran his fingers through his fur on his head and looked around the bar which he spent most of his time trying to get a little drunk from the human alcohol which was four times less alcoholic than his race's brews which were enough to make a space dragon spew fire and his lunch in a matter of seconds. he let out another puff of fire before taking another sip and looked at the patrons who were either too drunk or didn't care if a new species was in the bar. he was the first of his kind to jump away from his system due to the fear of a space cruiser devourer past their stars, which he found to be a load of hammercow (A cow like creature with a hammer look to it's head) dung. He watched the entrance into the bar hoping a ship captain would come in and hire him for what he's the best at, weapons and fighter piloting.