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"Ah guess tat's a good ting. Wait 'till tis boat gets a bettah hyperdrive. Ten it won' feel like an ol' lady in tah passin' lane," Xan replied, taking a sip of caf himself. Garqui would be filled with caf shops, a prospect which he would find interesting. Most of his clients he persuaded in a drunken haze; on this planet, he'd might be able to swindle someone in a caffinated frenzy.

"Don' forget tah drink yah milk. Growin' women need tat more tan caf."

Xan leaned back in the chair, giving a stretch. "Frankly, yah don' need more development in mah opinion. Teh doc o'er 'ere might disagree wit me, 'oweva."

He stood up, grabbing the coffee cup and giving a wave. "I'll be in te hanga' if anyone needs me."

Gairus finished up his short walk around the main deck, and took the lift back up to the galley. He sat down in the seat across from Kalin. "Stabbing your food amusing, Kal?" He asked, smirking.

((This ship has a class 1 Hyperdrive. I dont know why you people keep ignoring me when I say important things...))

Up on the bridge, Jag was maining the watch.
As the Captain, this was a job he should have had one of his crewmen do. But this new lot had yet to prove they merited being left alone at the helm of his ship.

To pass the time as he held watch, Jag was playing the ship's Probe Droid over the Ruusan's Computer network in an RTS based on the New Sith Wars.

He had figured his actual combat experience would have aided in this little game, but killing people with your bare hands meant little when one had to build colonies, enable agriculture, and train armies in a historical simulation.

"Ha. Just took Sullust and Eriadu." He muttered. "Lets see you beat that, Mako."
The next move the droid made soured the Captain's mood.
"You have to be cheating...where the nine hells did you get all that territory?"

Jag looked over his shoulder at the woman and then minimized the game screen before turning his chair.
"The Head's on second deck, Galley's on third, and theres a Vending Machine in the Laundry room." He told her mechanically, as though he had been asked where these things were many times before.
"Anything else?

"Most passengers cant seem to read the deckplans." Jag said. "Xan's paying your way through an extra eighteen percent of the job at hand, so he's paying me 21,600 credits for each of you. Not sure where you're keeping that much cash, but if you want to pay your own fare thats fine by me."

“See you later.” Niomie said to Xan as he left, turning her head to look at Kalin.
“I think I’ll skip that last par-,” she jumped a little as his knife squired one of the burgers.
“All rightly then,” she said standing up and collecting her plate and cup as Kalin begins taking bits of the burger, still stuck on the end of his knife. “I’ve gots to be getting up to the bridge.” She excused herself as Gairus sits down and walks into the kitchen.

Cleaning her plate and cup and setting them up to dry she walks over to the lift, summing the car.
“See you guys latter.” She waves as the doors close and rides it up the bridge.

Stepping out of the lift she walks down the short hallway, nodding and smiling to Miss Hannak and Captain Jag as she enters the bridge and takes her seat.
“Morning Kaleb.” She grins, as she starts to running though her own systems check list.