Kevej returned from his excursion, having discussed with Captain Thorne that he would be absent for a good chunk of the morning while he finalised a commodity goods delivery. The Verren worker driving the forklift didn't stop to chat, dropping off the several crates, taking a signature and going. Kevej guessed that worked for him, he'd wasted enough time already.
"Reporting for duty, captain!" Kevej gave a quick salute before moving to store some of the frozen goods he had purchased. "I spent the last day purchasing enough luxuries to make it feel like shore-leave will last for months." he hefted a fairly large crate with 'ice cream' written on the side. He started tapping the other crates with his foot as he listed their contents "I've got ice-cream, exotic spices, tinned fruits, frozen rich-meats. Someone was doing a deal on 'human-style-pasta' whatever that means, so I bought loads of that. Rich sauces, oh, and a couple of new board games. You know Marcan? He also recommended some books for you captain, so I picked them up."
He tapped the last of the crates and paused, "And... Uhhh... Certainly not strong spirits. Probably." He gave an exaggerated wink to Teg, making sure the Captian saw as well. He couldn't stand the stuff himself, but it was always worth keeping some booze in stock if you didn't know how long you'd be flying, it saves a lot of stress with the crew-members who'd become reliant on the substance. He moved into the ship and deposited the ice-cream. Cookie, perhaps reading the side of the box, started rubbing his ankle. "Not now, Cooks," Kevej sighed, more than a little relieved he didn't step on the damned cat. He moved back outside.
And with that the Nakan fell in line; lifting, shifting and sifting. Overhearing conversation about their new passenger he decided to add his own insight. "Judges are scary, but necessary, and nothing gets past them. He probably already knows we're a less than legal operation. Thankfully," he paused and grunted to push a particularly heavy crate into a higher place, "Judges know how to prioritise. He'll dislike us, sure, but if he's got his eyes set on a mission he'll let us be." Well that was the hope anyways.
High Moon
