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Stryker had grabbed up the palm-sized package that contained their orders before showing Taleste around the ship. He headed to the cockpit to review them. Without a word to Tibulus he opened the package to find a data drive. He plugged it into his datapad and downloaded everything off it. As his eyes scanned the first couple of documents, he absent-mindedly fished out one of the decks of cards Adachi had given him and tossed them over onto Tibulus's console.

"Will those do? Got another 4 in my pockets" He found the coordinates and typed them into the ship's nav system "Long trip ahead, we're going right out there this time, could be a week or more getting there, want me to take over for a bit?"

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First order of business for Grayson was getting everything he'd picked up into the armory. He had just unpacked the cart and was wondering where to begin when Stryker's voice echoed out through the ship's PA system.

"Anyone who had a requisition in, you'll find it down in the Docking Bay along with the rest of the supply drop, I'd appreciate anyone who's free heading down there to pitch in on getting everything unpacked. We've got a long trip ahead, could be a few days, could even stretch into a few weeks, but we can talk about that later, I'm sure we're all sick to death of team meetings by now, I sure am"

The PA whined and droned for a second before cutting off, as if Stryker was about to do some kind of official sign-off, but then thought better of it and just closed the channel. Knowing that there'd be "official Alliance-certified" supplies for the Armory, Grayson made his way back down to the Crew Deck to find them. He made a last-second decision to detour into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks as he saw Amy sitting there, the door slid close behind him, and there they were, alone in this room again.

"Oh hello" he said to cut the silence, and to let her know who had just walked in "Was just on my way down to get the Armory supplies, thought I'd drop in for a bite to eat first. I can come back later though if there's a risk of another cup gettin' tossed at my head, ay?"

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SAL had returned to the Tech Lab after the meeting, finding no purpose in his disembarking the ship, when there was so much work to be done. By the time they had taken off again, he was ready to begin a consciousness transfer into the body he had crafted from the leftover parts of AP-772 and the Hunter Droid. He connected his mind to the new AI program to address it directly, wanting to be sure it'd be safe to allow his creation true sentience.

"Hello again. How are you feeling?"