Kam chuckled softly at Larasen’s carefully worded answer. He looked up from where he’d been fidgeting with a spare part, examining the mechanic. “Well, I guess we better either buy one with whatever our contact’s paying, or find the parts to build one, yeah?” The would-be smuggler reached into a pocket on his jacket and pulled out a mini datapad, which he had slaved to the<i>Lucky Hand</i>’s security cams soon after getting it. He flicked through a couple cam views, then stiffened. “Damn. Stormies checking the exterior,” he muttered. “Not sayin’ anything’s gonna happen yet... but get ready, alright?”<br/><br/>Kam tucked the ‘pad back into his jacket, then put on his most charming smile and headed for the boarding ramp. The hatch irised open as he lowered it, two white-armored humans awaiting him at the foot. “What can I do for ya, guys?” he said, trying to ignore the slight prickle he felt on the back of his neck. He wasn’t exactly sure what that was; usually, when he felt that, something bad was about to happen, and he always trusted his gut with things like that. “We’re just doin’ some repairs while the gals are out shoppin’, then we’ll be gone.”<br/><br/>“Identification and ship registration,” snapped the one trooper. An orange pauldron signified that this was a commander. “Coruscant Security is looking for a vessel matching this description.”