Adoniram didn't like that the cargo was late. However there was nothing he could do about it and decided he may as well make the targets think he was friendly. The less heat he drew from them the better off he would be and the less suspecting they'd likely become. "I'll play." Adoniram said, sitting himself down next to Dronas and removing his helmet to reveal his unkempt hair and stubbly face. He picked up the still remaining third drink and took it all down fairly quick.

Dronas shunted over sdp everybody at the table had an equal amount of room. He felt right at home on the table with cards however he guessed Braedug was going to be somewhat of an artist at this game. Looking at the helmet that Adoniram placed on the desk he lifted his head to the side.

"That piece of shit is not in great condition. It looks like its been run over by something, why don't you get a new one after the job? I know this nice little shop on Nar Shaddaa, won't cost you too much either."

Flicking his head back to the table he poured himself out his third...or was it his fourth? drink. Next her sipped his drink and gestured with his hands.

"Now let's deal the cards, I'm bored out of my mind and Drea is making this an incredibly long wait."

Braedug pulled a deck of cards from one of his many pockets, and was in the middle of shuffling them, when a knock at the entrance ramp startled him, causing him to drop the cards onto the floor.

"Open up, Sae Tin sent me! I've got the shipment,"

Braedug looked at his compatriots, and stood up from the table. He made his way to the cargo room, and with a few taps on the panel, the door connecting the cargo hold to the rest of the ship was locked, and a lift descended from the cargo room, opening it for the strangers to load up the Scrap Heap.

Adoniram sat back and watched the lesser-workers load on the cargo. It seemed as though they'd be delivering a generous shipment of items, but with Drae having explained their plans to him he wasn't surprised. He flexed his bionic arm and rested his head upon it. "It's about time. What took you boys so long?" he asked, somewhat resentfully. He wasn't truly a fan of card games or the company he was in and the delay just meant more time he had to spend with them.

One of the workers who seemed to be in charge sauntered over to the armored man, and attempted to strike up a conversation.

"Ah, you know hows it goes. The local constabulary decides to make its round, so everything has to be kept on the down low for a couple hours. You're not the smuggler, right? Boss said he's a twi'lek,"

Dronas laughed at the worker who was talking to Adoniram, it took him 5 seconds to see Adoniram was not a guy who just chit chats and the conversation looked pretty sour. Standing he took a bow at his fellow crew mates.

"If you don't mind gentlemen I'm going to take a kip. Hopefully we will be on our way when I wake."

Dronas knew that he would wake as the ship took off. The take off always made him jumpy and when in air and space he could never get to sleep. Maybe he would see if there was anywhere he could practice shooting when he awoke.

Braedug interceded between the worker and the mercenary, with his usual false grin.

"I am the smuggler your boss was talking about. How may I help you?"

The workman was glad to no longer be talking to the armed man who didn't talk to him, but only glared. He returned Breadug's grin.

"Nice to meet you. I was told to tell you that you were going to this place called Mos Eisley, some hole out on Tattooine. Boss said you'd be familiar with the place. He also said you were picking up some supplies from there too. Rodian named Ghodan should be waiting,"

Braedug thanked the man, and shook his hand before he and the other workers left. Braedug raised the cargo lift, and made for the cockpit.