[@Silver Carrot]

"Ok then, Tal. Welcome aboard" Stryker said "You can head on up, I've got some business to tend to before we ship out. From the docking bay, you'll find yourself in the common area, quarters are at the back of the deck, pick yourself out a room from the empties. I'll find you in a bit and give you a quick tour, ok?"

Stryker walked back to Datcho's place and accepted the electronic manifest for the resupply. He scanned down through the list as Wren droned on about protocol and other bullshit. Stryker cut him off mid-sentence.
"Great, everything's here, where do I sign and pick it up?"
"No signing, you don't exist, remember?" The shorter man sneered up at him "Julius is rounding up some dock rats to bring it aboard, they'll leave it in the docking bay, you can sort it as you like. Roughly 3 months of supplies all-in. And that's not just food, that's dwarf-star cells, Armory provisions, medical stuff, hygenics... the works. Quartermaster had a special request in for some sheets of titanium-iaonic, it's in there too, though I'm curious as to why.... anyway, Command wants you to disappear for a while, no errant surfacing for anything basic. Big supply drops like this will be the norm going forward. Oh, and it's not on here but there's a package labeled '321-C' Dawson wanted me to mention that specifically. Ok, all good now?"
"Just about" Stryker said as the manifest auto-deleted itself "Got any cards, or anything at all like that? Crew might need something to kill time"
"If it'll get you out of here sooner, here" Adachi leaned beneath the counter and emerged with 5 decks "On the house, now get the fuck out of here"

Stryker pocketed the card packs and exited the shop. He saw a familiar face approaching through the crowd- Grayson, pushing a cart with a trio of military-style crates stacked on it.
"Alright Stryker?" he said as he got close.
"Yeah, guess so, get that stuff aboard, I'll check in on the crew. If everyone's good, we'll get out of here"