[u]Andrea[/u]

Andrea was nervous, and afraid. After the knock down drag out argument between her and Maria (ending with Maria firmly not rescinding the offer to take the Judge anywhere and Andrea sulking off to her pilot's seat to seethe) she had been on edge. In an attempt to reassure herself about their cargo, Andrea had spent most of her day off checking over the ship to make sure there was nothing she had missed, or Ansgar had added when she wasn't looking. Reassured that there wasn't anything new or concerning, she went into the Hub to buy a new cape. They were gonna need good luck, and nothing brought better luck than a new cape. Coming back last night with a vibrant purple new cape, she felt a small modicum of calm return. Everything was going to be alright. 

The next morning, with the realization that they actually were going to haul a Judge across space the panic returned. This morning, she had done no less than seven checks of all of the ship's operating systems, five checks of the ship's mechanical systems, and reorganized her display of model ships on her dash twice. The only thing stopping her from doing an eighth and sixth check and a third reorganization was the fact that Maria had ordered her to start helping load the supplies onto the ship, something Andrea did with only minor complaint. "Shouldn't have the pilot doing grunt work." She grumbled, picking up a box with a slight grunt and heading up the ramp. "I can fly this ship through a damn meteor shower and come out without a scratch, yet here I am, loading boxes like a farm boy on his first trip to space."

Her three drones buzzed around the ship, keeping an eye out for any trouble. And trouble [i]would[/i] be coming, of that Andrea was certain. They had picked up a damned Judge of all people. Judges only brought trouble and death. While a rebellion wasn't exactly the cleanest of affairs, she had at least expected most of the dying to be on the other side. Judges usually meant death for those on the opposite side of the law. 

Standing off the side of the ramp, her box successfully loaded onto the Lux, she gave a slight side glance at Maria. "We could just kick him off. Don't want any undue tension or stress on our cook. Or the rest of the crew." Her thumb was rubbing the coin around her neck, nose slightly wrinkled at the smell of the hub. "Really, its only good policy. Like not letting Ansgar change things on the Lux without talking to me first."