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[i]Preparing ship for docking procedures, all personnel please make your way to your assigned stations as per protocal[/i] An electronic voice faded away as the captain's voiced came across the radio, "We are now making our way into port 54, that is port 54 so please make your plans for movement accordingly." The voice came in passing to Luke as he was strumming away on his Ukulele in the cargo bay. Smile was the song of choice, and it was one of his favorites. A muffled sound of air being released from one of the passage ways leading to Luke's area could be heard. [i]Probably one of the ship's personnel checking up on me to make sure I have made my rounds[/i] and as the thought flew from his mind, Audrey appeared. [color=fdc68a]"You ready for your final checks Luke?"[/color] saying with a grin. Returning the smile in kind he placed his Uke on the seat behind him, [color=a0410d]"They were as good as done yesterday Audy Baby."[/color] Rolling her eyes, she exited the bay as Luke made his way to his documentation.

Years have come and gone since Luke took his roll as a Logistics analyst of sorts for these cargo ships. Starting out with parts to help make maintenance easy for those that stayed on station for long periods of time. Merely a precaution in case anything went awry around EDEN. [i]Eden[/i] Luke happily sighed as he made sure the cargo straps were tight around all the equipment, [i]How did a guy like me get so lucky?[/i] To be a military man of years luckily thrown into the age of space colonization. What strange twist of fate gave him this opportunity? Well, he couldn't give fate all the credit. Years of arduous work and planning helped him out a bit in his endeavors for space living. He looked down at his documents noticing something from a world before being sent as well. [color=a0410d]"What on earth are these sort of payloads doing heading to EDEN?"[/color] letting slip under his breath as he looked down at the corresponding crates. However, he shrugged it off. [i]That was from a world ago, I am no longer a Sergeant First Class, these choices were made way up high in the SpaceEX head shed.[/i] So, he continued forth on making sure everything was accounted for.

As the ship lurched to a halt, he could hear the necessary hoses and machinery taking hold to mount the craft to the Space Station. Wandering back over to his Uke, after completing his necessary rounds, he began to strum away again. Years of work taught him that even though the crew were the last to get off, he was even further behind them because of the accountability and care for the equipment being shipped. Port 54 was now going to be his hang out spot while he awaited appropriate personnel to meet up with him again for the hand off. [i]I wonder if I can grab a bite to eat after this? Hopefully this won't take so long since there isn't to much. What I wouldn't give for some EDEN fine dinning after that long trip.[/i]