OKAFOR THE CREW'S FACE · RIVAL
Mid-forties, tired arithmetic eyes, year six of a three-year tour. When the crew needs someone to talk for them, it's him. When someone needs to talk TO the crew, it's also him.
| Ranged (Light) | 🟨🟩🟩 | Mechanics | 🟨🟩🟩 |
|---|---|---|---|
| Negotiation | 🟨🟩 | Cool | 🟨🟩 |
| Wounds / soak | 13 / 2 · shoots only to cover a retreat | ||
What he is: not a conspirator, not a leader — just the veteran everyone looks at when something has to be decided. Talkable, bribeable, bone-tired. He has no plan of his own. But he'd listen to one.
What he wants: to get through this arrival without his name on anything. To be wrong about the audit.
As a lever: his blessing turns the crew deck from wall into hallway — vouched guests walk to the Lander Bay unbothered. His silence costs: a bribe, a favor, or a truth about what's coming.
Emergent desertion (player-triggered only): if the PCs plant the idea — "the audit's coming for all of you; the hoppers land off the books" — Okafor is the man who could make a break for the landers actually happen. Hard social 🟪🟪🟪, consequences cascade (security responds, corridors empty, conscience bills later). Never run this unprompted.