As much as he had hoped that there would have been more crates than what he saw, Njal was more than happy when finding the diagnostic panel, feeling as though he had struck gold as he removed the panel from the crate. "This should fetch a pretty coin." He muttered,  setting it up against the wooden container for a moment before placing just enough material from the other crates where the panel had been.

It would be as though there never was a diagnostic panel in the first place while he made sure to reseal the crates before grabbing the panel, leaving the cargo deck as casually as he had entered, wondering how successful his pet was in stealing whatever pill bottles it could find. He wouldn't have time to check as he walked back to his room, finding a good enough spot to store the panel until the ship reached the Kharak town spaceport, keeping it hidden from sight in case the crew were to discover it missing before reaching the spaceport. Once he felt it was well out of sight, Njal began to make his way back to the mess hall, not wanting the others to become suspicious of his long absence as he walked, hearing the faint sounds of the Krite rolling through the ventilation for a split second which caused him to grin. If his pet had been successful in finding any pill bottles worth a lot of coin, selling those along with the panel would land him with more than enough coin to spend on himself, along with more food for his pet and maybe a checkup on its microchip.

Pushing the thought away as Njal neared the mess hall, the grin on his face disappeared, being replaced by a stoic look just before he entered, putting on the usual facade he had grown to wear around others as he grabbed a plate. He remained silent while filling up his plate with a large pile of food, needing to eat quite a bit due to his overall size before sitting down at a table away from the others, mulling over his plan several times in his mind as he ate. Everything was going smoothly without a hitch so far, there was no way he would get caught! With his confidence being this high, Njal felt that nothing could possibly go wrong at this point and that it was smooth sailing from here on until reaching the spaceport. He occasionally stole a glance at the other crew members, listening as they talked, not caring what they were talking about unless it involved the diagnostic panel, in which he would try to listen in as much as he could.

[b][u]Meanwhile...[/u][/b]

The Krite was nearly finished with transporting every pill bottle that was in the crate, down to the last three bottles as it made it's way back to the room with a bottle securely placed in its teeth filled maw. With how much work it was doing, the Krite would be expecting to receive some kind of reward in the form of some edible meat, feeling this was the most work it ever had to do in its life as it rolled along through the ventilation, reaching the room and placing the bottle within it's cage. However, the Krite noticed how much space the pill bottles were taking up in it's cage, making it wonder if it will be able to fit in there once all the bottles were put in the cage. It was something its owner would have to figure out as the Krite rolled back into the open vent, making it's way back to Luck's room to retrieve the remaining bottles, moving fast through the vents with a strong determination to finish the job. Its owner always gave the Krite a good reward after every job it was given was carried out successfully, and that is what kept the Krite motivated to carry out its given task.