<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cargo Bay</strong></span><br/><br/>Shaan watched as Dende rushed into the cargo bay. He shifted his balance and lashed his eyes to the small boy as he moved across the floor, Shaan came only a moment away from shooting at him with the derringer, but he didn't even take it to his hand.<strong>“For fucks sake, it's a fucking convention down here.”</strong>He kicked at one of the crates, and cursed<strong>“Fucking useless Anchor security, I won't pay the docking fee next time, I'll feed them with that critters diapers.”</strong>Shaan didn't know what to do, with such short time before jumping into FTL, and an already strained time-limit for the mission. “Francis, take them to a spare room down the crew corridor, give them rations and I'll decide their fate later,” he ordered, and moved with upset steps back up to the bridge, to see if they were about to link to the buoy yet.