Rahvyc sat in the small galley, waiting for the others to join him. He had their orders on the chip in front of him, and it would do no harm to run through them again. Transfer to the waiting freighter, for transport to the planets capital, and contact details for the on-planet resources. It wouldn't be too hard to pose as the mercenaries that their cover required.<br/><br/>He took a sip from the steaming mug beside him and waited.