<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nd9bXT7.png)</div>Back at Docking Bay RR-1121, Dunn stood at the top of the boarding ramp, his arms crossed beneath the heavy green fabric of his poncho, just far enough back into the ship that almost none of the rain could reach him, save for the occasional splash of a particularly wind-blown bit. He looked out into the storm, and through the open blast door that lead form RR-1121 into the streets of Point Wilek for a moment, before retreating back into the cargo hold of the<em>Dianoga</em>, away from the driving wind and rain. Even if Trogan was warm enough, the storms made him uncomfortable. Growing up in the Undercity on Coruscant, you came to learn quickly that if liquid was coming down from above you, there was a 99% chance that you didn't want to be underneath it. He'd left the Undercity years ago, but he still couldn't understand people who enjoyed the rain.<br/><br/>As he walked back through the cargo hold, his eyes darted to the secret lift platform in the middle of the hold. It was nearly invisible, and the previous owner had spared no expense to shield it even from the high-end scanners used by Imperial customs agents. When lowered, it exposed a three-foot tall crawlspace that ran nearly the full length of the cargo hold; more than large enough to house their current cargo, and big enough to hide the entire crew in as well, if the need arose. He continued past the lift, fighting his urge to lower it and check on the cargo. Better to keep it closed until they got to Tanaab; they were taking on new crew, and especially with the blast doors open, you could never be certain who was watching. He approached the computer in the hold, typically intended for the quartermaster to use to keep inventories and control environmental conditions in the cargo area, and ran a quick check of the ship's systems. Content with what he saw, he continued back into the<em>Dianoga</em>and entered the crew's portion of the ship and darted into his quarters, where he shed his damp poncho directly onto the floor, and unfastened the top of flight suit. He grabbed the first clean garment he could spot in his cabin, an undershirt from when he was still employed by Hoersch-Kessel, and walked back out to the public area of the ship, still struggling to first get the damp clothing off, and then get the dry undershirt on.<br/><br/>"You're sure that all this water isn't going to kill me, right Shard?" he jokingly called out, finally managing to pull the tight undergarment over his head, already feeling better to have the wet fabric off of his skin. "Because I swear, if I die from his, I'll haunt this ship until the day I die again."