Once Lt Urquart leaves the ship, the crew gathers in the crew commons to
hear the Captain's orders.
Mirren has determined that the ship is ready to make any sort of on-planet
hops you need. Issac has a list of consumable medical supplies used up by
the previous low/mid/high passengers to restock. Paris has a similar list
for live support and food. Both Mirren and Dez have some refits/repairs in
mind that they want to remind the Captain of. Sharda has her cargo manifest
out and wants to talk about dropping off freight, selling cargo, and buying
more for their next stop...the very dry desert world of Callia. Bert, otoh,
is mostly thinking about shore leave and a few beers at the local bars.
And somewhere on the passenger deck a lonely, and not quite drunk, Lord
Percy is fiddling around with nothing constructive to occupy his mind or
hands.
Captain Krikor strides back into the commons and sees his assembled crew
seated around tables drinking Paris' tea and eating sandwiches...and
waiting to hear from him...
"Right, then. I'll arrange deliveries for the morrow, after we offload the
local shipments," he says with a nod to Sharda, "so you'll need to finalize
those arrangements. Also begin looking for the next leg. After I make
those call, we can go relax a bit. Tomorrow then we can use the ship to
touch the various points we need to, collect payments, and see about selling
our cargo. I guess you have that one too, Sharda," he adds with a grin.
"Once we sell the stuff, we'll be able to afford some of the other items,
like your upgrades, Dez, and restocking."
He looks around at the gathered crew. "I'm thirsty. What say we grab his
lordship and go hit the local watering hole? I'm taking the steward out for
dinner tomorrow, so someone else will have to have Percywatch."
Krikor
