"Every damn time." Srath pulled on the hull plate he just finished detaching from. It groaned, refusing to come free as it had fused with the frame from repeated re-entries, but it gave way to Sraths strength with a loud [i]ping[/i]. Placing the heavy plate on the ground with a grunt he reached inside the exposed intake. "Every damn time I land here," He tried to force more of his large arm down the comparative small pipe. "They forget to clear the landing pad and I get some piece of scrap that's come of a junker stuck in the god damn intakes." He reached in further, having to bend at an awkward angle. "Then I've gotta reach in this tiny." He shoved his hand. "Fucking." He could feel something with the tips of his claws. "Hole!" With a last shove he grabbed a piece of scrap that had gotten wedged in the pipe. "Gotcha."

He wiggled the piece of debris free and pulled it from the pipe, he could feel the lip of the pipe scraping against this scaled arm. Once free he threw the scrap into the disposal chute. He pulled his data pad from his pocket to check the time, Ailen should have been there by now. Which worried Srath since he was usually very punctual, if Tristan found out they were running supplies to the Brax'Na he'd have his ship impounded. Then he'd find the not-exactly-legal items he'd acquired from his bounties over the years and Tristan could make his very long life miserable. 

He briefly debated taking off but chided himself for overreacting, he decided to give Ailen a little more time. A minute later Ailen walked through the door with two others, a human woman he didn't recognize that barely came up to his waist and the small winged creature he'd seen around the tower was perched on her shoulder. Srath pushed off from his ship and took the letter Ailen held out. "It's my pleasure." He pulled the pad from his pocket once more, hitting a control the ramp opened to the cargo area of his ship. 

When he heard Ailen explain what they were doing to the short woman, he sighed in annoyance. "I wish you wouldn't tell so many people what we were doing here." He spoke in a gravely voice. "Do you know how difficult Tristan could make life for us if he figures out what we're doing?"