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Gairus finished up with the infirm and dragged his mop and pail aimlessly for a room he hadn't mopped yet. He found the laundry room, shrugged, and dipped his mop in the bucket. Gairus slid the mop gently across the floor, covering it with a layer of water.

Seeing someone unfamiliar enter his Hangar, Jag uttered a curse and stalked over to him.
"Something I can help you with, pal?" he asked him. "We're kinda busy over here."

As his name was shouted, Gairus's heart skipped a beat, but he remained perfectly still. "Son of a -- Oh..hey Kalin" Gairus said, adrenaline pumping through his body. Gairus nodded. " Sure thing." Gairus said, as he finished up his movement, placed the mop in the bucket, and walked over to the lavatories to dump the filthy water, and then returned the bucket and mop to the supply closet. Gairus returned to Kalin. "So, what am I doing?" he asked, stretching his arms.

The thug drew his own blaster and aimed it at Jag and with a half confident, half crazy look in his eye he said,
"Make me."

Tabula flinched at the sound of the blaster shot but didnt dare look out to see to see what happened. A feeling in her gut just told her that things were going to be better now, and she trusted it. Tired from the chase Tabula put Banthy behind her head and fell asleep in the underbelly of the ship.

We get to haul two kilos of sithing pharmaceuticals into our cargobay. I work tractor beams, you work docking clamps. Basicly, I reel the bantha fodder in, you lock it into place. Fun fun fun! The rooms right over here, come on.

He started walking towards the Infirm and turned left at its doors, walking towards an obscure hatch-type door that a person would normally stay away from. He opened it up and walked in, situating himself at the tractor controls.

Kalin nodded and took his commlink off his belt again. He punched in Jag's frequency and called him up.

Captain, we're ready to load the cargo.

He held his mouth away from the commlink and leaned towards Blikk. For a man who was always loud and humorous, he was uncanny at whispering and looking dead serious.

Not a SINGLE scratch on that cargo when you dock it. None, what-so-ever.

Laura snapped awake. Some time earlier she decided to take a break and lay down on her bed to relax, and ended up nodding off. She heard sounds from below. " They must be loading things. " she said to herself, then started to realize she had fallen asleep. " Oh kriff, how long was I out? " She looked at her chronometer, relieved that it wasn't very long. However, it was close to lunch time.

Getting up and stretching for a moment, she waited until she was fully awake to come out of her room. When she did, she noticed the place was already clean. " Kalin must've finished without me. " she thought, unaware of anyone new onboard. She headed into the galley, looking for something she could prepare quickly enough. " Mmmm... Ah, bantha burgers and blue milk. " she said, pulling out the meat and bread, then opening her case to fix it up.

In a few minutes, she had several bantha burgers cooking. She would always cook more than needed, just to be sure everyone got what they wanted. Leftovers were always put away and eaten later so nothing got wasted. While they were cooking, she got out a large container of blue milk and grabbed several glasses by the handful, setting them aside, not bothering to worry about getting too many. As long as there was enough, she was satisfied.

The fragrance of the cooking bantha burgers started to fill the air, with the help of Laura adding a touch of some spices to add flavor. Still waiting for them to be done, she went ahead and set out plates for 3 people, oblivious to anyone other than Jag, Kalin, and herself onboard.