An almighty racket could be heard from within the cargo bay of the Gallant. The veritable chorus of thumping and slamming was the sound of the "muscle" of the crew Rakans'mei Jakarta -better known by his friends as Rocky- moving things around in preparation for the next load of supplies that he and the others were going to be picking up on the next planet. Rocky hefted a massive metal crate over his head and shoved it into a storage shelf, an action which was preformed with ease despite the fact that the contents of the crate brought it's weight to about at least three hundred pounds. The Skalen secured the crate with several straps and stepped back to wipe a scaly hand over his brow. the action was, admittedly, a rather pointless one, as he and his kind lacked sweat glands and pours to actually secret the cooling liquid. It was something that Rocky had picked up, a gesture which believed to mean that one was content with their hard work paying off. 

The Skalen turned away from the secured crate to take a good look at his surroundings, he wanted to be certain that everything was in place for loading and unloading supplies. The cargo hold was the largest room in the ship, and yet, much like the rest of the ship, it was still rather small, especially for Rocky's hulking frame. There was no decor to speak of in the room, that is, unless one counted dozens of neatly stacked boxes of varying size as decor. The interior walls were the same shade of metallic grey as the hull of the ship, the floor; a basic series of grates that could be lifted away to either store a few small items below them in a pinch, or to add extra height for massive items. The main source of lighting in the room was a series of overhead lamps that Rocky usually kept off due to the annoying buzzing sounds that they produced. Instead he relied on both his natural senses and a series of LED strips that ran along the two wall of the cargo hold, all the way up to the stairs and door to the main ship to get around the room. 

With the last of the boxes secured Rocky slid down into a seated position on the ground and fished an inhaler from his jacket pocket. Moving the boxes wasn't really that a strenuous task, however, the lower oxygen levels of the ship and of the planets that he and the others frequently visited often left him short of breath a lot sooner than he was comfortable with. His inhaler was rather simple in design: A breathing mask not too dissimilar from those used in human hospitals. It's only differences where that it sported a vial of blueish green liquid attached to where a hose would have gone, the fact that it was made of flexible graphene rather than plastic or glass, and the fact that it was far larger than something used by the average human. Rocky pressed the mask to his face and breathed in, pulling the liquid from the vial and into the mask where it would be turned into mist and breathed in. He did this twice, then folded the mask and placed it back into his pocket before sitting back onto the shelf and resting a bit in the darkness of the cargo hold.