Kairon Rees
Smuggler
There weren't many things that Kairon really feared. He'd seen a lot in his time, but had always managed to stay well clear of Jedi and Sith business. Yet as he washed down his hands, he found his thoughts revolving around their destination again. The mighty Sempra the Hutt himself had insisted they have an audience so that he could personally convey the importance of this run to them. Rees didn't like it. His risk averse nature had hit the Quin's profit margins, and the high pay for this job suggested there was a greater risk involved than it seemed. Unmarked cargo, not to be opened. Very strange.
He carefully slid out of the overalls he'd spent most of his time in during the trip. Wouldn't do to turn up to a meal leaving a trail of grease behind him. The Grey Warden was in reasonable condition and all of the primary systems were functioning well. However, there were plenty of little niggles. Most of his attention had been paid to the artificial gravity. Only the computer had notices the minor variations. Not a problem in of itself, but there was a data connection from those systems to the inertial dampers. He didn't much fancy becoming a smear on the back of Mal's cabin wall.
He quite enjoyed the simple mandrolic work. His hands had been kept busy nearly the entire time since his ship had taken a hammering for the Alliance. It had been a slow adjustment, but he found the manual work quite satisfying. It also kept him out if the cockpit. He and Mal had shared a few terse words over the first days, which had made the rest of the crew a touch uncomfortable. He was used to being in charge and was set in his ways, they were also both a match in their stubborn and short-tempered nature. They'd talked about this of course, they were adults after all. Both had agreed that working out a personal and working relationship at the same time was just a bit too much. Nothing had taken the shine off his infatuation and his stomach was still doing flips when they crossed paths.
What was most amusing about working relationships was how Asmus reacted to Mal. She said jump, he jumped. No complaints, no quips, no slacking. It seemed the boy was even more afraid of strong female figures than Kairon had thought. After the amount of time Kairon had spent arguing with the lad, not to mention turfing out the dregs of spaceports from his own ship on account of him, he found the whole affair quite amusing.
There was no one at the galley yet, but there would be shortly. Communal meals were a good way to keep everyone working smoothly together. Rees sorted through a few cupboards and started chopping some vegetables. The White Palace itself. Feth.
He carefully slid out of the overalls he'd spent most of his time in during the trip. Wouldn't do to turn up to a meal leaving a trail of grease behind him. The Grey Warden was in reasonable condition and all of the primary systems were functioning well. However, there were plenty of little niggles. Most of his attention had been paid to the artificial gravity. Only the computer had notices the minor variations. Not a problem in of itself, but there was a data connection from those systems to the inertial dampers. He didn't much fancy becoming a smear on the back of Mal's cabin wall.
He quite enjoyed the simple mandrolic work. His hands had been kept busy nearly the entire time since his ship had taken a hammering for the Alliance. It had been a slow adjustment, but he found the manual work quite satisfying. It also kept him out if the cockpit. He and Mal had shared a few terse words over the first days, which had made the rest of the crew a touch uncomfortable. He was used to being in charge and was set in his ways, they were also both a match in their stubborn and short-tempered nature. They'd talked about this of course, they were adults after all. Both had agreed that working out a personal and working relationship at the same time was just a bit too much. Nothing had taken the shine off his infatuation and his stomach was still doing flips when they crossed paths.
What was most amusing about working relationships was how Asmus reacted to Mal. She said jump, he jumped. No complaints, no quips, no slacking. It seemed the boy was even more afraid of strong female figures than Kairon had thought. After the amount of time Kairon had spent arguing with the lad, not to mention turfing out the dregs of spaceports from his own ship on account of him, he found the whole affair quite amusing.
There was no one at the galley yet, but there would be shortly. Communal meals were a good way to keep everyone working smoothly together. Rees sorted through a few cupboards and started chopping some vegetables. The White Palace itself. Feth.