<strong>Ker Derrig</strong><br/><br/>A constant low muttering was starting to fill the tiny 'room'. Damnit, damnit, damnit, this wasn't going to plan. Not that he had really had a plan, of course, but he had at least had a vague idea of what was going to happen, and - well, this wasn't it, was it? The powered-armoured giant, the woman, had taken up station outside the only entrance to the cargo bay - the only entrance, of course, besides the one that led out to the loading area, and damned if he was going to go out by that route. Ker frowned, drummed his fingers on the hologram of the keyboard. And while these weren't the greatest security cameras money could buy, they were good enough to give him a good idea of who that woman was.<br/><br/>Aldritch the Cudgel.<br/><br/>Freaking bloody Aldritch the Cudgel.<br/><br/>He was beginning to sweat a little. Aldritch the Cudgel! Scourge of the Space Lanes, Revered Hero of the Second Battle of Babylon and Despised Villainess of the Battle of Hope's Death and the Massacre at the Corsican Shipyards. Even a street rat - well, a street rat with several years of black ops training, anyway - had heard of her. He'd never seen her in person before, of course, but there were always holograms and wanted posters around; he'd even seen her on the news, security camera footage recovered from a derelict vessel found floating between Citon 9 and Bitheria. And she was the one outside guarding the doors.<br/><br/>Well, make the most of the situation. He could maybe fit through the vent shafts, if he did that technique with the shoulders; he wouldn't be able to move very far, and he'd be a little too noisy for his tastes, but it was a damned sight better than running into that armoured monstrosity lurking just on the boundaries of camera range. Another tap of the fingers, and now a 3d map of the cargo bay and surrounding areas was projected, flickering faintly in the air. Ker's finger began to trace routes, here and there, following the ventilation systems and other suitable areas, quite forgetting about the rest of the crew.<br/><br/>In his concentration, he didn't notice one of the cameras snap and spark suddenly, as the dispassionate words appeared over the image:<em>Transmission terminated.</em>