En Route to Ilum
Galactic Standard Time: 08:23
Mereel finished stuffing the roll of IV tubing into the outermost pocket of his backpack and sealed the zipper. It had taken him roughly thirty minutes to completely fill the white pack, with most of the time being spent thinking about what exactly he could possibly need to bring to a crystal hunt and/or lightsaber building excursion that had the potential to last three days.
He hoisted the hefty bag up by the straps and slipped it on over his armor pauldrons. If he had the time to spare, he would have weighed the bag, it felt like he had gained an additional 15 kilos. Mereel lumbered over to a cabinet with a large mirror in the corner of his quarters and slowly looked himself over. Armor, check. Helmet, check Kriffing heavy backpack, check. Blaster pistol, check. Flamethrower, check. Westar, check. Grenades -
He slid the cabinet door open and pulled three frag grenades from a bin and clipped them onto his belt. Check. He hastily threw the cabinet shut and gave the over-encumbered looking blue-armored Mandalorian he saw in the mirror an additional quick glance before making a bee line for his chamber's door and entering the corvette's main hallway.
He walked past several tired crewmen and made a conscious effort to not bump into them with any of the excess baggage trailing over his back as he made his way to Knight Syrin's temporary quarters on the ship. As he rounded a hall corner onto the passenger block of quarters his armor chest plate clashed up against the vessels true captain, Joshua Tucker. Much to the older and feebler man's credit, Tucker only stepped back an inch as the walking hunk of beskar, bombs, and baggage bumped into him.
"Ah, good. I was hoping to catch you before you went on your hike. Take this,"
The Captain threw a heavy, brown fur-matted cloak over Mereel's helmet, "Thanks, I guess. You know my suit's heated right?"
Mereel pulled the cloak off from over his head just in time to see Tucker walk past him and around the corner to the main hallway now behind him. "Give it back later if you don't want it. I've got a ship to land."
Mereel sighed. More weight. Oh well, maybe I can cut part of it off to reinforce my backpack straps.
He walked over to the door in the hallway that was Syrin's quarters and gave three quick knocks with his gauntlet. The sound of metal clunking against metal resounded throughout the hallway, "It's Mereel, we'll be landing in a few minutes."
He hoped she was already awake, if not surely he could find something to do on his own ship to kill the time.