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From: Greg
> >Woof takes a doublecheck on the the cargo. It's all there,
> >including a pile of junk that he doesn't remember being there.
> >There is also a ground vehicle parked in the cargo bay. It
> >hasn't been locked down with restraints of any kind, and it
> >needs to either be removed or secured. As he's looking these
> >two unsecured pieces of cargo over he hears a
> >truck pull up outside and after some loud talk, he sees Cory
> >pushing a pallet of boxes in through the forward cargo hatch.
>
> Woof comms the ship. "I have a ground car in forward cargo. Is
> it coming or staying? I'm dogging it down if its coming. Skipper?"
As this was commed to the ship and not Ricardo personally I'll assume I can hear it.
Upstairs in the lounge Lysia hops to her feet and runs for her quarters.
"Crap crap. Stupid dumb stupid."
Where she retreives the key and locker card for the car, before pelting downstairs as fast as she can. (She got it from a storage space if I remember right.)
> >Jac has left the ship, "on an errand", "ship's business" he calls it.
>
> As Woof waits for an answer, he examines the other pile of junk.
>
> "Let me give you a hand, Cory," Woof says, lending a shoulder to
> moving the boxes. "What's this stuff?" he asks as he begins to
> secure it with netting.
Lysia bursts into the cargo hold as Woof and Cory go to work on the "Junk Pile". She's still wearing the same red kerchief over her hair and Mitch's grubby coveralls. The covies are partially unzipped and she's got a black shirt on under them.
"You didn't block the car in did you?" She pants, clearly she's run down from upstairs somewhere. "I forgot all about it and Morgana will have my ass if I take it."
She catches her breath quickly. "I should see what else she has stashed in storage, maybe she's got a motorcycle, that'd be better for me than flying." Lysia says to no one in particular.
"Anyone up for a quick ride across the starport?" She spins the keys and storage card around her finger.
Lysia David
