"That's the so-called blaze of glory you will go out on?" Kylia retorts. Amused but short with her counterpart. "A murder suicide, all for.." [i]gesturing at the surrounding[/i] "..this?" to go just that little bit faster? Assuming they don't shut it all down. Or I get shot in the process, or detained, or the chimera impounded." She lists sarcastically. 

A long sigh staring up at the reel. For the first day, she thought maybe it would eventually change... but that had been proven so so VERY wrong. The same mindless drivel. Over and over. Still, watching it was better than listening to the noise of those around her. Maybe this was how the empire was planning to brainwash people, boring them into submission. 

"Listen. We get the paperwork, we get off-world with a legitimate cargo, we meet that stupid bastard for the Imp, and then we are in the clear for a bit, and you can live out your fantasy onboard the Chimera. In bed. In your dreams, ideally, instead of practicing on us." Kylia points up towards the clock when she gets Merskiv's eyes to follow her. "Besides.. the day is almost up already, only say 20 odd minutes till it's shut down and we have to come back tomorrow anyway, so keep your calm. It'll be over one way or the other."

Thankfully, this paperwork was actually all legitimate. Simple stuff, mostly mining machines and a few food goods for some nearby agri-world. The hard stuff comes on the other end, finding enough cargo to hide the rest of the junk the officer had them running. It was a trick as old as time, a little of anything gets missed in giant piles of normacy.