<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/>Shaa Raa offered up the data pad that held not only his identification but also his room assignment and cargo manifest.  He and his cargo were spotlessly clean, at least this time anyway.  He'd done some grey trading in the past but this time his cargo was entirely legitimate.  If the trooper bothered to check the details, he'd find that Shaa Raa was related to one of the wealthiest families on Dorin, not that the clan name would be immediately recognizable to a line trooper.  A diplomatic attache perhaps might know the name but Shaa Raa was reasonable sure he wasn't going to be asked any embarassing questions.  He stood politely waiting for the trooper to return his credentials and go on to the others.  He had some questions about them that this inspection could potentially answer.<br/><br/>The inspection itself wasn't all that unusual.  He'd faced them a dozen times.  What was unusual was where it was taking place.  If the Imperials were stopping ships in hyperspace, they were looking for something important, whether it was cargo or passenger.  It was something they couldn't permit the Respite to reach civilized space, on the off chance that it could be jettisoned and picked up by another ship.  No, the Imperials wanted this stopped here and now.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"I take it you want me to remain in the lounge, rather than heading back to my stateroom?" </span></span>he asked.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Stupid question, I realize.  It's just been a while since I've a been part of a customs inspection.  They are rather exciting.  Will you need to inspect my cargo?" </span></span>If they were customs, they would confirm it.  If they weren't the would likely either deny it or say nothing.  In either case, his statement that he found the inspection exciting would paint him as no one worthy of notice.  Equally his cargo was nothing out of the ordinary.  To have it inspected would add a story to tell over drinks.  To be normal was to be ignored and Shaa Raa wanted to be ignored.<br/>