<strong>Ker Derrig</strong><br/><br/>Looks like the inpromptu tea party outside was breaking up, and people - well, sentient beings, anyway - were starting to head inside. Ker shifted uneasily in his makeshift 'room'. The chances of being detected were rising, slowly but steadily, but so long as he wasn't found until they were safely out of the station, he'd be safe. Well, safer. He wouldn't put it above the scowling, tough-looking captain to throw him out the airlock once they were between worlds, but he'd take uncertain death over certain death any day.<br/><br/>Frowning, he pulled up another schematic, this time of the crew quarters, and tripled checked them thoroughly. Camera coverage from the in-ship surveillance system was pretty good, he had to admit, but there were just a couple of blind spots where the camera's didn't see. They did see, however, into the sleeping areas of every one of the crew's quarters, except the Captain's ones. Ker shrugged mentally and went back to examining the ship. If he weren't so bloody scared of being caught before take-off, he'd take the time right now to reflect on what an opportunity to spy on the sleeping quarters of a ship almost choc-full of beautiful ladies - or lady-like living things, anyway, who knew in this time and place? This was the Century of the Wadongo, after all - would mean for a growing male... cat... thing like him, but now wasn't the time.<br/><br/>Popping a small stimulant pill from his shoulder pouch, Ker checked the dry dock schedule. Less than three hours till scheduled launch, but who knew what that meant with those incompetant bastards out on the flight deck still lazing around? Ker slammed a fist into the small pile of cardboard by his side that was going to serve as his bed for the voyage, but lightly. It didn't pay to make too much noise...<br/><br/>Behind him the red dim of a spaceship repeater glowed softly, indicating that it had been powered down - though it was reporting to the security system that it was fully-functional. It had proven a tricky piece of programming, and he wasn't entirely sure it was going to hold, but the cat at the bridge didn't really look like the technical sort anyway. As long as he didn't actively start looking through each of the ship's repeaters, he was safe, and what kind of bored idiot would do that, anyway?