Francis wandered the ship, taking in choke points and defensive positions as well as areas of retreat and killzones for fields of fire.  He wanted to be sure to stay alive after all.  He finally found what appeared to be his quarters and stepped in to look over his gear.  Mainly weapons and armour, it didn't take him long to strip them down, check them over, and then put them back together before stowing them.  The important stuff out of the way, he started to wander again.  Soon enough, he would find his way to the cargo hold, and boy was it a mess.  The boys back at station had been in an awful hurry to get back to payday activities, so had left crates and cargo strewn about.  Shrugging, Frances figured he had better busy himself until the real work began.  Heaving, he began to shift the heavy crates, the sound of them scraping across the floor echoing throughout the ship.