[b][h2]Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr[/h2][/b]

Ren walked as part way through a pile of various items like oil, spare parts and industrial chemicals that looked suitable for the making of a hydroponics or keeping one working as she was stopped by a high vis wearing crew who looked to be smoking and generally not working but following the motions of it all. “Oi. What ya doing back here, and why are you taking our stuff, should you not be with the lab nerds.” The group came up waving hands, making noise and one had a pipe wrench. 

Though Ren her power loader turning on one foot did make them least pause so she could talk, small victory. “We are planning to leave, get the ship working. Leave it for bugs, void or take it. I prefer taking it with us.” She said and kept the larger claw shielding her body, the second ready to respond. 

“How do we know you're telling the truth, Northland made those monsters, the vids said so…” One who might not be the smartest of the bunch claimed. “Carl… What proof ya have.” One more reasonable one asked and lowered the wrench to his side, an overseer?

“None, bar my word, we have no official full crew, but it beats cooking alive or being eaten.” She said pretty fairly, they had no real permission but there was nobody left to ask.

“Sounds no worse than sitting and being boiled, fine missy knife ear. What ya after and how do we get on.. my crew know the cargo. We help, we get off this damn oven.” He gestured to the orange and so clad men and women. 

“Anything of value long term, food, clothes, materials, booze, you name it. Fine, we need logistics people.” She said and relaxed her posture a bit in the exo suit.

“Least you can run an exo right, shank, get the tools, take a few guys. Vicky, grab a exo and help out, Draxlo and Gio too if they run. Load up bays.. you know, get to it.” He gave his orders roughly as he had challenged her, rough, ready but they seemed to be useful folk if nothing else, good either tools and cargo. “You better not be tricking me point ear, but if you're right, we help.” He said weighing his weapon with clear intent. 

“Got it, cargo…” she said before being cut off. 

“I know, cargo ramp, we haul it over to the cargo ramps near the port side.. Oi Jones, bust open customs. who gives a frak. If it fits, it fucking ships.” He said turning away without even a notice of his behaviour. Rough but they were helping… Ren grabbed an extra rate cursing the heat as she picked up what looked like a large box of old ration meals, 5000 units.

“Well that worked…” Ren said to herself as the heavy metal of her machine made loud clunks marching over to the gathered pile to be moved to the colony ship. Hopefully they were good with her getting a few others on hand who could help them get off this damn station. 

Rations, a fusion welder, 200 self sealing hull patches, space corp shark plushies, because she really wanted one and damn the apocalypse for denying her. Pretty soon they had the start of a large pile of supplies from indulgent to practical and a surprising amount of rations, tasteless, boring but they would keep people alive. 

“Hey. This is Ren.. Northland lady. Ship, can you clear us, we're gonna have some cargo coming inbound and Load crew.” She said into what she saw was the ship's comms band but was not sure if she went to the bridge or some other comms room on the ship. 

“Now we wait…” She said to the grumpy man who seemed to have an emotional bond with his wrench. “I meant it”

“Good, This is station load team Gamma, mixed. Fuck marters, clear the damn cargo ramps, miss pointy ear elf lab corpo said ya wanted supplies. Unlock and interface with load station Delta 45." He shouted so he could be heard even though the suit with Ren above him.