<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/bloodandhonor/images/7/7f/Kel_Dor.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120511114908)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shaa Raa<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Respite</em>Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zisse, Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><strong>Wounds: 12/12</strong><strong>Strain: 13/13</strong><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><br/>He had been about to reply ‘machine parts’, although the more truthful answer would have been ‘parts of machines’. There was nothing in his shipment that was more than 70% assembled but also nothing less that 40%. He’d been forced to a sell off an enormous amount of parts as scrap metal to finance the relocation. He’d debated trying to smuggle a few less than legal items but he’d eventually decided to err on the side of caution. It had been a wise choice. His cargo had been selected for additional screening and anything he’d tried to stash would have been discovered.<br/><br/>Shaa Raa smiled when Zisse asked for further information. He could imagine the other half of the conversation. It would start with a polite thank you for the offer followed by an apology that they could provide any information. This would be followed by an assurance that the crew had things well in hand, even if they didn’t.<br/><br/>There were only a few possible outcomes to their situation. It was unlikely that their sudden stop was the result of a navigational error; they’d be atoms. Mechanical failure was most likely. The primary hyperdrive would be repaired, if it could be repaired and they would be on their way. If not, the secondary drive would be put to use and they would arrive at their destination far later than intended but otherwise unharmed.<br/><br/>Of course deliberate interference was a possibility. Although it was unlikely that anyone was looking for him, there were more than enough people on the ship who might be targets. Of course the timing of Zisse’s approach might have been less than coincidental and her message over the PA could have been a coded message that she had made contact and identified him.<br/><br/>Ah, to be worthy of such a level of paranoia. It was truly a life saving skill at times but most of the time it made him jump at shadows. The weight of the blaster concealed under his robes was comforting, as was the tightness of the straps that held the knife secure between his shoulder blades.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">”Did they tell you anything that we don’t already know?”</span></span>Shaa Raa asked, expecting the answer to be either ‘No’ or a lie.