"I'm getting the crate into the ship, don't rush me!" Renauld exclaimed into his communicator. The man in overalls sighed from exertion as he carried over to his hover-trolley. He wiped the top of his head as he accomplished the task, the dryness in his mouth caused him to unconsciously lick.
"Damn. Why was this one so heavy? I mean the others weren't lightweight, but this-" Renauld mumbled on as he pushed his package towards the ship. He passed by the port's various other crates. He stretched his back a little to get out all the kinks. Around him the bustle of motion played out as men rushed back and forth to their own ships. It was the start of the 'Second Migration Fleet', a Shadowtech sponsored foray into a new supercluster of planets. New colonies had already been set up to act as gateways into this unknown region of space. Anyone who was anyone were doing their best to stock up or capitalize on this new opportunity.
Renauld's crew as one of these new explorers,sort of. His crew were more or less selling for the colonists than taking action for themselves. Who sold the shovels was getting more than the one digging, for every big winner was nine other losers. Merchants as they thought of themselves, they were planning on selling everything under the sun. And hopefully they could also get to their destination before the other entrepreneurs could do this as well.
"All right, so I swear this crate's heavier than the other." Renauld thought as he continued to push. "Wait, don't tell me."
On a hunch Renauld pushed his trolley into a crate alley. He placed a glove his hand and swiped it over the crate. Instantly a blue dot appeared and Renauld pressed down onto it.
"Voice Recognition Required."
"Renuald."
"Access Granted."
Renauld watched as the crate jiggled for a moment until it's top popped open. His eyes slowly peered into the interior of the crate. There he saw a young woman, bald head shinning in his sight,watching a video on a Interax II. She blinked for a moment until she looked up.
"Howdy." Renauld spoke.Yep, another stowaway,he should've have known.This was how he met his crew's future navigator in the first place. The woman's eyes bugled comically in her head, like, literally bugled. Like they swelled in there sockets.
"Okay this is new." Renauld thought as he watched the youth's eye slowly deflate.
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