Relloc stood with the others in the rain, his head covered by a hood, and eyes safely secured by the engineering goggles he usually wore. As they stood waiting for Mus, he carefully checked over all the tools and spare parts he had brought with him, making sure they were all together. Looking over the ship, he was sure he would have his work cut out for him. The multitude of loose panels, exposed wires, rusted bolts and welds, and the way the ship leaned to one side were all things that would take time to fix, time Relloc wasn't sure he'd have with this motley crew. 

When the first gunshot went off, Relloc winced. Gun and blaster fire was something Relloc had never grown accustomed to, even after his time with the rebellion and on a smuggling freighter. Watching in a mix of awe and horror as Mus dragged the tentacled alien onto the platform. The blood and viscera flowing from the being's leg made Relloc's stomach uneasy, and the sudden second shot to his chest made Relloc gag slightly. As the body slid down the platform and over the edge, Relloc placed a hand over his stomach, the unwell feeling making him feel like he might be sick. As the ramp of the Bounty clattered to the ground and Mus gave the order to load the ship, Relloc rushed to load crates onto the ship.

Wanting to ensure he had done his fair part, Relloc did not stop until the last crate was loaded. Taking whichever Hammock was left, and not even bothering to see who he was paired with, Relloc tossed some of his less-valuable belongings into the footlocker, and headed for the kitchen to meet with the others.

The kitchen, if you could call it that, was hardly an acceptable environment in most regards. Covered in more grime than Relloc, which in itself was an accomplishment, the thing looked like it hadn't been used to prepare food since the Great Hyperspace War. Taking a seat near the others, Relloc quietly awaited the briefing.