<strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Dexter<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></strong>Flood 89 at Falaknuma Ship Docks<hr/><br/>Gaining entry into the cargo ship belonging to Chubs Saltos was almost too easy. The databases obeyed Dexter's influences without any trouble, but as he scanned the systems further he ran into a wall. The A.I. paused in his search at this find and though he had a feeling he should stop until he could require the captain's permission, it was only a small feeling and so he ignored it and set forth on hacking into this foreign system. As Dexter gained entrance he became more aware of what was going on in the ship across the dock. Granted, Dexter was nosey, but he chose not to dig too deep as the questions that would correctly correspond to the email to Ressaw seemed far more important than the history of Chubs' ship.<br/><br/>Curiosity did cause Dexter to access the live camera feeds of Chubs' cargo ship. The first camera to open up was a room, the camera held its position on a desk and monitor. Ciggerrettes littered the floor. The putrid things put into such things even had Dexter confused as to why an organics would want it in their systems. As he looked around the camera viewing, he noticed the commander of the ship himself. Morbidly obese for a human, he stood facing a rather large individual. Though Dexter could not fully recognize this individual through this computer system, he was curious about him. The size difference was obvious, and Dexter wondered why. Before investigating further, the A.I. switched to another camera. What else was on this ship? How many organics were there? Where were the A.I.s? Dexter had to know. When he came across another individual on the camera screen he focused on him and watched him curiously. This one  was preparing for something, and Dexter wasn't convinced it was something benign. Without too much investigation, Dexter concluded that this must have been the one that had sent the message to Ressaw.<br/><br/><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Ressaw and Colby<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></strong>Outside Falaknuma Ship Docks<br/><hr/><br/>Colby watched Amber run the obstacle course, he analized that she did have some speed and accuracy. Amber was in good health and shape. It wasn't until her return did he realize that not only did he not use the shotgun, but he had forgotten to give her a box to carry on her run. She seemed to be in a hurry to get it done with and Colby had been too distracted with her to fully complete the requirements of the task. Biting his lip he dared to look back to the commander to see if she had noticed what he had done.When he was met with a stink eye from Ressaw, he offered a smile and rubbed the back of his smooth head. "Heh!" was all he could manage to say to her. Returning his attention back to Amber he said, "We may need to do that again. I forgot to give you a box for your run. If it were up to me I'd just let it go, but Ressaw.." Tyrese shrugged his shoulders a bit in slight defeat. He didn't want to look back at the captain, he could feel her green eyes upon him. He could almost hear her thoughts recognizing his weakness for women. Colby knew he had a problem, but what was wrong with liking pretty girls? He was pretty, it was only natural, right?<br/><br/>Ressaw stared at Colby for a moment, a look of distaste stuck to her face as she judged him. His love for the opposite sex usually got him into trouble. He liked to believe women were the light hearted of the sexes, but Shana was convinced he was just an idiot for listening to the wrong head. Amber would need to be retested, but now was too late. It was Colby's neglectance that had caused this and it will be his to fix. Now it was going to be in the way. Waving off the notion, she grabbed the shotgun and loaded it with two beanbags. "Forget it. Prick her finger and lets move on." She said and turned her attention to the course. Picking up the box from yesterday's course runs, she handed it to the soldier beside her. Ressaw didn't much care for his extra weight he held strapped to his shoulder, this was all just for fun anyways. Her green eyes scanned the course for any imperfections, when she came across nothing, she lifted the gun into postion and told Jon, "Mark."<br/><br/>Colby's mood brightened at Ressaw's command. He was relieved and though he had a feeling he'd pay for it later, he was just happy the captain wasn't going to scold him for what he had done right now. Picking up the  diabetic pen, he made sure the needle was a brand new one and handed it to Amber. "Prick your finger. I'll send the blood sample to our database and you'll become apart of our crew."<br/><br/>Reminder: two shots will be fired during Jonathan's course run. You will need to detect when these are fired, and how Jonathan will be affected.<br/><br/><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Chubs, Zakara, Serisno<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></strong>Chubs Frigate Cargo Ship at Falaknuma Ship Docks<br/><hr/><br/>"Whoas guy, yous gots me. So serious." Chubs responded with hands up in surrender. Partly stunned and intimidated, the man inched his way from Kain and walked toward a corridor. Grumbling beneath his breath he scolded himself for letting someone push him around. He had to remind himself of the profits he would make though and to that, he led Kain into a dark cold room. Upon entrance, the sensors picked up movement and imidiately brightened up the room with its artifical lighting. Various containers lined the room. Not one for organization, edibles and non-edibles were intervened with each other. The man walked to a solid plastasteel container, and though it was bubbled with dents, it remained strong. Chubs touched it, but after a good look at the container he retracted his hands from the dark metal. His hands stung from the cold at its surface. Everything looked intact, and even though it wasn't Ressaw's correct package, he still hesitated to give it up. Chubs wasn't sure if it was the guilt or just simply his greed.<br/><br/>The captain of the frigate took a step back and looked back to the Ohana crew member and then back to the container. It must have been half the length as Kain. Chubs bet the package was a lot heavier though. Scratching the back of his head the obese man said, "So yous have a dolly for this? Yous looking at about 1,800 pounds right heres."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Zakara and Serisno listened to Roger's voice as the vibrations resonated between the lekgolos and together they interpreted his language.  These Lekgolos could understand the human tongue, but refused to speak it. Only a Sangheili had right to speak to Spartan Killers and only wortish would they speak. Roger's intensions just didn't seem to compute, the mgalekgolos decided on a calamity. Tilting and shifting positions in their crates the brothers tested the strength of their prisons. They still needed the aid of the human though, so they settled again and kept quiet. Until they could get full access of their gear and the knowledge of where they were, Zakara and Serisno had to keep still a while longer. Both listened for the movement of a pallet that possessed their weapons and shields. Serisno needed only one word to make Zakara produce a low rumbled laugh. "Kukra."<br/>