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With the imminent threat of potentially eating a dog dealt with, as well as the rogue elements that came along with it, Anchorage had little hold over the Noreaster or her crew. The engines idled as they cooked the bounty-hunters who seemed to think attacking a CR-90 was a good idea, and everyone was settling back down after a little too much excitement on shore leave. Not the kind she usually preferred either, if Solace was being honest with herself, watching everyone set to their tasks with varying degrees of diligence. The blue one they picked up was off like a bolt as soon as she gained consciousness, which she really couldn't fault her for if she was being honest. It had been a good few years since she took a tumble into a cargo bay like that herself. Then there was Natasha going about her own order, to which she stopped her before she left, fixing her with a dangerous glare.

[color=a187be]"Touch anything in engineering, and I'll cut off your hands. We're still fixing shit after your last [i]improvement[/i]."[/color]

The Noreaster was an old girl, and though she may not run as clean as an Imp-90, she was reliable if given the right kind of care. When it came to their Zeltron assassin, she would much rather take her chances with whatever dock-trash she dragged onto the ship. Speaking of… There was something odd about that girl Skylar, and she didn't quite have the skillset to determine what. That was something for either her sister or Airus, but first she needed to settle things, make sure everyone was accounted for and redistribute if she had to. Soft steps took her from the cargo bay, into the main hallway of that deck, and passed the conference room where she took just a peek in to see that everyone was getting to work. Sable was doing what a fully-unrestricted assassin droid trapped in the shell of a battle droid does best. For what it was worth though, the Lethan girl was giving it back to him double, and she kind of liked that sass to go with the- A presence down the hall alerted her to Five-Toes trundling towards the galley, looking every bit like he just lost an argument with Natasha over the dog. She would have to deal with that later, for now she watched those in the conference room for a moment longer before poking her head in.

[color=a187be]"Hey, knock it off cunts. While I don't normally care if crew wants to beat the shit out of each other over something stupid… Brin, you won't win that fight. Firstly, he has a bomb in his chassis that ensures mutual destruction, so even if you win you lose. Secondly Sable… Well, you know what I'm going to say about that. Either way, cool it and get to know each other [i][b]without[/b][/i] beating each other senseless. I'm heading to the helm to get us into orbit and to the next stop."[/color]

Without even waiting for what would surely be a witty comeback or remark on her tastes, she gave a little wave through the closing door and was on her way. It was days like this that made her hate docking at Anchorage. Always had to be trouble of some kind, and it never helped that almost the entire crew had a bounty of considerable size with the Empire. A few moments of uninterrupted thought led her to the bridge of the ship, where her sister was already waiting, seeming to have expected her there. The strange bear-thing that she had collected from the cargo bay had been dropped off on her way, now left to its own devices which she was sure would be nothing good, but would have to be sorted later. 

[color=a187be]"Yeah, yeah. I know what you're going to say, and as long as no one is missing him he can stay. Just try not to let him run loose in place he shouldn't be. Oh, you want to do the announcement?"[/color]

She knew what the answer would be as soon as she asked, a light smirk playing across her lips as she slowly pushed the throttle up and watched as the shields over the hangar released to allow their exit. An end to a dramatic evening for sure, but now they were off into the stars and towards their next job.

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[color=f6989d]"Attention passengers~"[/color] The rather cheery voice came over the intercom as the ship rumbled into full motion, always the transition from stationary to full speed leaving some concerned over the structural integrity of the vessel. [color=f6989d]"We are now departing Anchorage~ Please ensure that all st-sto-"[/color] A pause as just to the side there was a whispered question asking what a word was, and the reply came right before Sena continued. [color=f6989d]"-stowage is safely secured, and to remain in your quarters until we have a-a-achee-" Another pause, this time briefer. "Achieved(!) orbit. Dinner will be in two hours, courtesy of Mr Grell as always, and sis has also asked that all crew be present in the c-c-co-con-conference room an hour afterwards to discuss business~"[/color]