It wasn't long until the ships doctor finished loading his cargo up and decided to talk to Sera, he was a kind man, cared more about others than most folk out on the border planets, the rim was filled with even worse. If truth be told, Sera avoided getting off on New Melbourne. All there was were fish.

If she'd wanted to sample some sturgeons and their caviar then she would have gone planet side straight away. Besides, the local colour 'round here didn't want a preacher like Sera anywhere near them. They aim to keep to the usual gods of Christianity and the like. Admittedly, people out this far from the Alliance planets are more lenient to the newer religions but still, nothing that she'd spend my time with after her last sermon. As far as she concerned the sooner they got this ship airborne the better. At least out in the black there isn't the stench of fish in the air.

Sera stood, stretching due to the fact that she hadn't moved a whole lot since they landed planet side, putting her veil back on she started to make her way around the cargo bay, maybe someone would make conversation on her way to her quarters.