<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/55/83/d8/5583d8287dc20d30cf2e8c3b4d048177.jpg)</div>Ten minutes or so after the majority of the crew had departed, the petite Mirialan pottered up the the boarding ramp of the<em>Dianoga</em>, still having some trouble keeping her path to a straight line. All her wordly goods were either strapped to her belt, or stuffed in the duffel slung over her shoulder, which was nearly half her size.<br/><br/>Stopping in the shadow of the freighter, she looked over her lines, noticed the dings and dents and scoring- and sighed.  Well, she'd known it wasn't gonna be a luxury yacht. She just hoped the thing didn't blow a driver as soon as they took off...<br/><br/>Two steps up the ramp, she called out, "Ahoy! Comin' aboard.  Don;' shoot."