[center][b][h2][color=blue]Cestus[/color][/h2][/b][/center]
Cestus woke up when the ship left hyperspace. He had fallen asleep on the blanket he kept on the cargo hold. Again. The loadmaster drank in the darkness of the now full room and used it to clear his thoughts. [i]We are minutes away from docking, better do a last check up[/i], he thought as he slowly incorporated himself. 

As he had done so many times before Cestus slowly made it to one of the nearby wall and turned on the caged lamps in order to avoid turning the entire hold’s lights. The lamps glowed soft yellow, their once-white shades stained brown by age and their light was weak, not helping visibility too much but enough for him to get to the control panels. 

The bionic replacement glowed dull green in the half-light of the hold. Screen illumination from various consoles threw stark slashes into the gloom, the activation icons upon them grainy and emerald.

He worked with silent drowsiness. First he consulted a data-slate, observing basic temperature readings and the general state of the hold. Then he proceeded to look through the inventory, making sure everything they had supposedly loaded on was there and they were not carrying any surprises.

Amongst the goods listed on the bill of lading were “Twenty ore containers, fully certificated, transported for the purpose of sale and distribution at Harkon Station”. Further fine print revealed that each container held a couple hundred individual ores or partial ores, secured by mostly equal groups on crates inside each container.

Cestus then made sure each container’s certificates had been pasted to them, and their seals were intact. He took out his scanning wand, and flashed each certificate, making sure the code matched the number on his docket.

Once this was done the Loadmaster checked the other miscellaneous inventory they had and would stay on board. These included: medical supplies for the android in charge of that field, spare parts for the engineers, a complete crate of some drug named Beaumaris, and all the food supplies he possessed and could use on the kitchen.  

He did this to know what had run out and had to be bought when they docked. After listing all the supplies needed on the kitchen he sent out a message to the rest of the crew asking for them to send him what they needed to be purchased out of the ship's budget and then proceeded to give the Hold a last check before closing the compressed doors and leaving for the bridge.

Usually he knew what everyone else would need but the crew aboard the Soaring Sparrow constantly changed and between cooking and sleeping he had spoken virtually nothing to the others. Maybe when delivering the supplies they asked for would he have time for proper introductions?

It was a small journey from the docks to the bridge barely giving him time to light a cigarette, the faint hiss of escaping pressure greeted Cestus’ arrival on the bridge as the automated portal allowed him entry, before sliding shut in his wake. 

“Sire, the cargo is ready to go and double checked,” he announced while walking in, he then inhaled a big amount of smoke before continuing. “I’m requesting funds to buy any supplies we are missing as soon as we are in ground and the cargo delivered,”