<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Du'Gar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Robinson, corridor outside Lyssa's room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lyssa<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Du'gar's text<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Journey on the Robinson was anything but comfortable. But for a Narn exchange student that had to deal with living on mars with a<span class="bbc_u">tight</span>budged, it is practically a pleasure cruise. Even if most of his time is spent working on fixing that, or this, as the old lady was nothing if full of minor problems, regular maintenance, the occasional petty crisis, and finally the client requirements. At this point of the voyage, he has learned that any fix he'd make to the personal quarters of a passenger would last a day at the best before failing again. Luckily once they reach Babylon 5 it would no longer be his problem as that is where Du'Gar's contract ends and he can seek a respectable Narn transport to take him back homeworld.<br/><br/>While his reason to leave Mars earlier than intended were of death in the family, he is also glad he is getting out now. Assassinations of leaders tend to herald worse times. Particularly for aliens, and it was also high time to get home. There is a war brewing with the centauri and he didn't like the idea of being stuck in middle of humans and not on the front lines. Swallowed up in his thoughts, he doesn't pay too keen attention on who is next on the list of clients, and he parks himself with his engineer's outfit next to the door of Lyssa's cabin and presses the bell, waiting for the buzz of the system to let him know that message is being transmitted.<br/><br/>"Engineering for the requested maintenance." He speaks, attention down the list, flipping a page before adjusting his toolbelt that clanks with the many heavy implements. Not a biggie for the large wide shouldered Narn, they'd carry just fine. His eyes scanning at the what was required to be fixed, only lifting the gaze of the red Narn eyes when the door opens only to stop to stare at across the doorway in silence: A stunned silence.