With a sweet tune humming from her lips, Achieng looked over the dossiers for the tenth time that morning. She was going to be on the Monroe in a few hours, and even though she'd all but memorized the names and faces of the crew, she was still nervous. Barely an hour ago, a Council official had sent her a message. She'd thought it was to wish her luck, but the contents had put her on edge. Basically it said that no matter how kind or charming or well-spoken the "Marauders" were, that she couldn't forget that they were all criminals and would endanger her life if she treated them gently. 

Achi didn't like to judge people based on others' perceptions. She had read the given dossiers, and thought that analysis more than a little unfair. Some of the Marauders crew were former military. Some were scholars. Some weren't criminals at all, and had come on the ship from different circumstances. Honestly, if they were all so reprehensible and murderous and scary, why bother sending her to observe the crew in the first place? It only made sense if the Council was uncertain. She would make her own judgement, after speaking with each of them and getting to know more than just a prison photo and a condensed rap sheet.

Tapping her gloved fingertips on the screen, Achieng huffed out a small sigh and closed up the documents. The contents weren't going to change. Maneuvering her water chair to one of the many observation areas that overlooked the galaxy swirling outside, she pulled up a relaxing mental game on her computer and started to play.