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[Mercenary_Leader]

You take cover behind a bunch of boxes and watch the cargo doors close behind you. You start to wonder if this really was a good idea as you feel the ship start to take off and head out the hangar bay doors.

Well since your here might as well finish what you started. Your first job is to make sure she really is a spy and if she is make sure she doesn't make it back to the empire.

[Scorch]

What have you got yourself into this time... Jackson thought as he shook his head and gently massaged the bandaged stump that was all that was left of his right arm. His reinforced flight suit hung awkwardly loose at one side due to the injury.

He leaned against a nearby cargo box, quickly thinking up a plan of action. Well, you've got until we hit our destination to discern her allegiance...do you really care if she's a spy anyway? Maybe she knows how much the Empire are paying for a pilot's skills these days...Either way, no use in standing around here....

The bay smelled musty, the dust causing his nose to twinge. Jackson strode forwards, his footsteps instinctively becoming quiet as he neared the corridor. He was used to being places he wasn't welcome and he knew from experience that it's better to sneak past an agitated mandalorian - that happens to be built like a baby rancor - than to start a fight with him.

He tapped the keypad of the nearest door with an ambidextrous finesse, before peering through cautiously.

[Mercenary_Leader]

You make your way past dozens of barrels to the nearest door and you hit the button and it opens with a mechanical whooss sound.

On the other side is a hallway that looks like it runs the length of the ship with doors on each side leading to the different cargo bays.

A ladder to the left goes down most likely to engineering and a ladder to the right goes up to the living quarters.

[Scorch]

Jackson heads up the ladder towards the living quarters.

OOC

Does he have his kit?

[Mercenary_Leader]

OOC

At first I had considered saying that you were without most of your equipment since you were on leave when you decided to follow her but then I changed my mind when I considered how long it would be before you got back on board the Resurgence (which is gonna be a long time) I have plans for you (insert evil laugh here) and you'l need all the help you can get so you have all your equipment.

You go up the ladder a bit and hear two human men talking up ahead
"Were clear and going into hyperspace. In four days well arrive on that stupid rock were being sent to"
"You mean Cato Neimoidia? I hear the place is a dump, they should send someone to clean it up and get things back under control"
"Well we have four days of waiting to do, wanna go play a game of Dejarik?"
"Sure"

after you hear the moving away from the stairs

[Scorch]

Cato Neimoidia... It rang a bell, but Jackson hadn't travelled that way in quite some time. From his recollections, it was quite well covered in flora and fauna in parts and that was something he'd had quite enough of on Felucia.

He needed more information on this ship, but he needed to gain such things with subtlety. This wasn't the time for blasting, nor did he want to raise the alarm by hacking nonchalantly into the system. He slid back down the ladder, almost falling flat on his rear from the unfortunate sway in his balance.

I need a cybernetic replacement, this is a hassle...but cybers cost creds...Frack it...

He headed back into the cargo bay and tried to open the first durasteel container he came across.

[Mercenary_Leader]

You enter cargo bay 1 and open a container full of food rations.

[Scorch]

Hmm...maybe a resupply drop to Cato...wait, I think Cato is where Alytha was assigned...I might have to keep a tab on them...just in case....

It was a strange feeling, a new feeling. Caring for your friends. Jackson had always looked out for Enestar, but never really cared deeply for him. Not in the same way as his feelings for Alytha Jondari at least. Still, unsurprisingly, Jackson was back on his own.

He went to another container and popped it open, unless he finds something completely out of the ordinary he will return up the ladder into the Crew Quarters.

[Mercenary_Leader]

Cargo bay 1 seems full of foodstuff but there are 6 cargo bays on this ship.

[Scorch]

Deciding it best to give each cargo bay a quick look over, Jackson scratched his original thought of bursting straight into the crew wing and instead chooses to head numerically for Cargo Bay #2. His movement about the ship also required some forethought, he had two choices: he could make like an engineer or any usual cargo worker to try and blend in with the crew, the other option was to continue moving about drawing as less attention as possible to himself. He went for the latter and made for the next bay. His movement wasn't obviously dextrous or agile, he simply knew where to tread in order to make little noise. Jackson's lightly armoured boots padded quietly as he moved with fluidity along the metallic corridor, the light whir of ventilation overhead.

[Mercenary_Leader]

This cargo bay contains a single large tank full of water.

[Mercenary_Leader]

Checking the other cargo bays he finds that the 1,2 and 3 are full of food and drink while 3,4 and 5 are full of containers used to transport gas who are empty.

[Scorch]

It definitely seemed like a resupply run, nothing out of the ordinary so far. He needed to ascertain whether this was a ship operating under the same directive or simply a ship with a spy stowing away until the first oppourtunity to sell secrets, jump ship and leave the anarchy of her actions light years behind her.

Jackson searched around for a concealed corner in which to hide the majority of his kit, for safekeeping. He had a hefty amount of gear, well packed but still hefty. He took only what he saw as vital kit, of course, Thunderer made the cut, regardless of his intentions on using it.

Without much hesitation, he made his way back to the crew quarters - he moved with the same light-foot grace as before and kept himself out of sight, but without being obviously sneaky. That would unneccessarily have alerted surveillance. It was time to blend in and achieve his goal quickly and efficiently

Now...Where is she hiding? He thought curiously, a shiver of excitement slid across his shoulders as he ducked into the first available room.

[Mercenary_Leader]

You search the crew quarters quietly there are 4 rooms a bathroom, a lounge and a comm room then a ladder leading to the cockpit.

Nobody is in the hallway right now but there is noise coming from the lounge and the comm room.

[Scorch]

Jackson makes his way cautiously towards the comm room, not making his presence known, but very eager to overhear any outgoing transmissions that might give him more of a clue of how to deal with the situation.