Ressaw watched as Mariko left the group to start her mission. She was walking in the right direction and though the commander had a notion to tell her further direction she assumed Mariko had enough brains to figure it out all on her own. It was something that Ressaw kept in mind, feeling the new recruit was intelligent enough that she need not have to explain things as she would normally do with other members. The commander wasn't as patient in her growing age as she had once been and felt relief with one less thing to think about.<br/><br/>A slight movement within a nearby alley way caught Shana's attention. She couldn't figure out what she saw, squinting her eyes didn't help either. Passing it off as a stray animal atop of rubbish, Ressaw looked to her tablet to tell the time as a reference for Mariko's mission and then turned her attention back to Kain to answer his question, "Chubs owns a frigate at the end of the docking bay. It's dirty and splattered with bits of rust and space debris. I can't guarantee he will in fact be inside, but I can assure you the man is lazy and will most likely be there if not close by it. That's a hotspot for security cameras and UNSC patrols. Chubs' reputation will surely attract their attention so be attentive."<br/><br/>"Oh yeah? Your pops sounds like a military man." Colby said after listening to Amber. He noticed her fidgety behavior and gave her an easy rub upon her shoulder.  His grip upon her firm , but gentle and reassuring with his light massage. Tyrese didn't know the reason behind it, but brushed it off as nervousness. "Hey it's alright girl. What ever you got going on, it's all good. Ohana isn't concerned with where ya came from, how you got here. As long as you meet all the requirements we ask, we got you." Colby released the girl and pushed the application paper to her. He pointed down the requirements and explained them, "No current affiliation with military, able to follow simple directions.. oh wait a second..must be at least 18 years of age.. hmm, I dunno." He looked back to Amber and winked at her in a flirty fashion. He raised a brow and asked, "Are you at least 18 years old?"<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>Once Chubs felt the crates he had requested were safely placed in their new zones, he went about making calls to current clients located on the current colony.  Ashes from his lit cigarette fell onto his stained shirt as he argued with one. He didn't bother to flick it off, instead taking a new drag from the cancer stick before continuing his heated discussion. Just as he was about to boil over, he spotted a visitor inch their way toward his direction. Before this stranger could snoop around his crates, Chubs ended his call.<br/><br/>Dropping the cigarette on the floor, the overweight man stomped it out beneath a muddy boot and walked toward the man in uniform. "Can I help yous?" he asked lifting his arms up slightly. Chubs didn't like anyone looking around his inventory, especially ones in military uniforms.<br/><br/>"I'm with the dock security checking, just here to insure all is well." the man said to Chubs, his eyes continued to look at the various crates.<br/><br/>Chubs didn't approve of this behavior and it rather ignited his anger and shortened his patience.  Not only did the stranger not bother to look him in the eye, he made up an excuse to keep himself from leaving abruptly. Closing in on the soldier, the heavy set man made sure he was in the man's line of vision before talking to him once more. "I'm already on the list and have requested contact with only the officer in charge. I can see you're just a low ranker so why don't yous head on out of heres before I do something you'll regret. Yous got a problem with my business yous can just shove off and get your superior. I didn't come here to be harassed by the likes of yous." he had come on strong and mean, though he wanted to literally shove the stranger out, he instead guided him toward the exit.<br/><br/>The soldier wasn't sure what to say, he could only agree with Chubs as he backed up. He didn't have authority and had every intention of telling his superiors of what he had witnessed. As the man walked back out onto the docking deck, he eyed the filthy man and straightened up his uniform before taking his full leave back to base. He kept his mouth shut and glanced once back to Chubs, whom seemed content on waiting until the soldier left his full sight. Chubs even lit another cancer stick and took a slow drag.<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>On the opposite side of the docking bay, a small medical supply ship sat silent, until a couple of private rank soldiers walked toward it and opened up the back hatch. Both appeared lanky and almost sickly. It was apparent the UNSC was hurting for new recruits, the sight of these two lowlifes would only confirm that. One of the men shuffled behind the other as he operated a hover dolly. It supported a big enough platform to unload various crates and boxes. Stopping in front of the open door, they stared blankly at the boxes and crates before them. "Alright... ready to do this?" one asked the other.