[h2]Baarsuth[/h2][hr] 

The controls weren’t all that hard to master: Baarsuth found everything he needed quickly, with B-0 proving itself to be quite helpful. The telesponder thing was odd, but Baarsuth didn’t question it. He already figured that the ship was hauling the kind of stuff you didn’t want the Republic walking in on, and such security measures were hardly out of the ordinary in his kind of work. The sheer [i]number[/i] of them, though, was a little unnerving. [i]’Christ,’[/i] Baarsuth thought to himself, [i]’How hot [b]is[/b] this cargo?’[/i] 

Despite the blank face, it seemed like B-0 seemed to be enjoying the music, so Baarsuth turned it up a little louder. A wicked guitar solo echoed around the bridge, just loud enough to drown out conversation in other parts of the ship but quiet enough that you could hear the computer systems humming. Normally, Baarsuth preferred his music volume to be set to “too loud” but with a ship this old he wanted to be able to hear any problems before the windshield went flying off. Finally, Baarsuth finished his pre-flight check and was ready to go. 

“Good shit,” Baarsuth said. “All ready ta go. How ya feelin’, Bo?”