"The last crew-member just passed through the airlock, Odessa," Shaan said with a loud and clear voice, looking up the steep stairs that connected the Lounge to the Bridge, “You can lock her up, and secure the ship for travel, use the Nilus.” Shaan looked down at his wrist-chrono, frowned at it, and continued. “ And make a pre-flight systems check as soon as the grease-monkeys flashes the green lights.” He then moved back into the lounge to greet Azrael, but stopped in his tracks and looked down through the open service hatch that led down into the cargo hold below,<strong> “You need any help down there, Sarah?”</strong>he yelled.