"You mean we have to travel all the fucking way to this planet on impulse? That's gonna take forever!" Ogdru groaned. "If I may say so myself, my impulse engines can still move us at a significant speed. It will only take two weeks to reach Atu on impulse power." Even though Noni was certain there was no emotion software installed in Singularity's program, he certainly sounded affronted at Ogdru's comment. She smirked, "Don't worry Ogdru, I'm sure we can find something for you to do for two weeks." He turned and let his gaze travel over her body, openly staring at her breasts. "You can find anything for me to do, baby." The snakehead fish-shifter made a move toward Noni, but was intercepted by Ischyrio grabbing his collar. "You an' I are gonna have a problem if this attitude of your's doesn't clear itself up, got it?" He set Ogdru down, who swiped the bear-shifter's hand away, sneered at Noni again, and left the bridge.

Goran calmly fished a pair of tinted goggles from a pocket and put them on, nodding at the rest of the soldiers that remained on the bridge. "I am off to do some exploring on my own, I assume you can keep things together on the deck, Sev?" She nodded, "I'm not going anywhere." "Good, Ischyrio? Please take Baha and see to the clearing out of the cargo bay? You may keep one crate of those spirits, along with your personal items." The doors snikked shut with his departure. "Man, one crate? That'll only last me a week!", Ishie said, heaving a heavy sigh as he followed Baha to the bay. "A week? You do know that one of those crates holds over a thousand units of that stuff, right?" Ishie nodded glumly. "...and you know that the Council's military units frequently used it to clean their waste vessels' floors and engines, it's so strong?" Another sad nod.

Bahasa's retort was interrupted by the sound of bare feet slapping on metal floors, a maniacal cackle, and a pair of glowing green eyes peering from a ceiling vent. The grate clattered to the floor, out leapt Illtud, furry and hunched in his half-shift form and clutching a handful of some kind of circuitry. "Uh, Singularity? Is any of that stuff in his mitts critical?" "No, I believe he ripped it from the broken communication screen in the Cryo Room, or the damaged tank you pulled from the wall. Either way, it is non-essential." Ishie and Baha both exhaled a breath they didn't know they were holding. Tud cackled once again, his brief moment of mischief managed, and dropped the wires before scuttling off again.

Baha and Ishie were more vigilant on their continued way to the cargo bay. Once there, Bahasa took his full form and helped Ischyrio, also in shifted form, move the eight crates of personal items outside of the bay. One of them, the largest and Xhosa's second, had been emptied already. Then Baha had to prevent Ishie from sneaking an extra crate of spirits into the sideroom where they stored the boxes, dragging him bodily from the bay and sitting on him in centaur-form as he opened the external airlock and purged the bay. He let out a bearish howl of sadness as the crates exploded in space, the liquid contents floating past the circular windows in the corridor.

"Get over it boy, it's only alcohol." Baha growled as he stumped beside a sickened Ischyrio. "So... much... waste... we could have bartered with that stuff, too! Nothing says value like seven... hundred... crates... of the finest beverages ever to be shunned by a society." He heaved another melodramatic sigh and turned down a passage away from Baha, who stood, shaking his head in disbelief. "Kids." he grunted, before continuing on.

Xhosa was wandering the corridors herself, adjusting the many weapons she had removed from her crate, taking pleasure in their familiar weights in their slings and holsters. She had been busy making sure each of them had enough of the proper ammo when she ran into Ogdru, blatantly standing in the middle of the hall. He had made no move to get out of her way. Cursing, the ave made to push herself away from the rail-thin man, but found herself trapped, with his arm clamped around her waste. "Where you goin', baby? I was just hoping I could get to... know you better." A familiar sneer crossed the sallow face leering down at her, a hand crept first over her butt, then her breast. Calmly looking up at Ogdru, not a flicker crossed Xhosa's face. "No resistance yet, I take that as a good sign..." He lowered his mouth to hers, but stopped inches away to two soft clicks and cold pressure against his groin and his temple.

"Keep your filthy hands off of me and your dick in your pants, bastard. Unless you want to find them plastered against that hull plate behind you." Her voice was a deathly whisper. Backing away, Ogdru found she had two very shiny, very large guns pressed to his head and his groin, eyes cold as two clear ice chips and locked on his. "Which head do you value more, eh?" A smirk started at the corner of her mouth as she squeezed both triggers, Ogdru could see the hammers being pulled slowly back in his peripheral vision. He swallowed, made an odd, gurgling noise and suddenly disappeared. Before Xhosa could pull her weapons away, Ogdru had shifted into his snakehead-fish form and was slithering away at an admirable speed. She smirked and swung the heavy, and unloaded, guns into their holsters. "Lucky I was out of this particular kind of ammo, Oggie."