[center][color=ec008c][h1]Roxy vas Leyte - SSV-Intervention[/h1][/color][/center]

"One, two, three...hup!"

The problem with departing without any urgency was that many took the opportunity to cut corners during the boarding. As a result, a lot of the cargo of the SS-Intervention had been left in the shuttle bay, leaving a little over half a dozen crew mates to finish the job the logistics team back on the Citadel should have finished.

"One, two, three...hup!"

One such abandoned crate was dropped onto another stack piled next to it, two crewmates working in tandem to lift and set the heavy metallic boxes on a handcart to be moved around the ship with ease. Dusting off their hands, the two straightened out the box they were setting up and crouched over the next crate, getting a solid grip on the handles.

"One, two, th-OUCH!"

The box dropped to the ground with a heavy clunk as the handle bent the wrong way on the lift. With his partner swearing up a storm as he nursed his twisted fingers, the uninjured crewmate looked over in horror as the lid popped off and a heavy ten-inch-wide explosive shell for the ship's cannon fell out and started rolling away. Moving faster then he ever did in his life before that point, he chased after the runaway shell before it came to a stop by a three-toed boot.

"Lose something?"

The hapless worker glanced up at the towering figure of a magenta-clad quarian, spinning through the controls on her omni-tool as casually as she stopped an explosive shell from escaping. He immediately snapped to attention, his face turning pale upon realizing that he just dropped an explosive in front of the head of goddamned security on the ship.

"Hey man, did you catch the...whoa..." The second crewmate trailed off as he approached the two and also snapped to attention. "Uh, sorry about the commotion, ma'am." Looking down, the quarian regarded the shell curiously and, to the shock of the two crewmates, bent over and lifted up the heavy shell without a hint of effort on her part.

"No harm done, these things won't go off unless they have an electric current running through them anyway," Raela'Xanis vas Leyte, better known to anyone who asked as 'Roxy', remarked coolly. "I wouldn't play catch with it but a few bumps won't blow holes in the ship." Without warning, she suddenly tossed the shell at the two men, who managed to catch it even if the impact sent them stumbling and knocked the wind out of their lungs.

"Hey!" The turian overseeing the move shouted as he strode over. "Stop horsing around with the...oh," He also snapped to attention as he saw the quarian at the scene. "Sorry, Miss vas Leyte, I didn't..."

"No harm done, just a little mishap with the shells," the quarian explained away. "And it's Roxy, don't call me 'Miss' unless you're buying me dinner first."

"O-okay?" the turian replied, flushing slightly at the implication.

"Good. Now, quartermaster's is back that way right?" Roxy asked, jerking a thumb somewhere behind her. The three of them nodded and the quarian strode off in that direction, pausing next to another pallet as she noticed one of the crates big enough to fit a person inside was marked to go to the same place. With a shrug, she grabbed one end and lifted it onto her broad shoulders with a slight grunt, the other workers staring numbly as she kept on going, humming a small tune under her breath.

"..doo da da da forty fives, put a record on and it all comes back to me..." she hummed as she backed into the armory, shimmying to the beat and announcing her presence by loudly depositing the crate as Kaevius was inspecting his own weapons.