Fussing over one of his data pads, Dun exited the turbolift head down and muttering as he bee-lined for the observation lounge.  There was still so many little things left to do and as was ever the case, it was going to be a marathon to get them all addressed before their expected launch date.<em> Scurry, little space dock techs, part before me</em>Dun thought as his periphery guided him to the door of the lounge and he entered.