[h2] Captain John Lockman[/h2] 

A series of clanging resounded from within the assault shuttle. Muttered swears intermingled amongst grunts of exertions. A brief period of silence before John's boots clomped down the ramp; his flight suit peeled open to the waist and his undershirt damp from sweat. 

"Alright... fancy carts are strapped down and loaded now." He began tugging the flight suit's arms back on. The pilot stopping next to workbench that held a semi-organized pile of flight gear he had shed to necessitate the loading. His gaze sweeping over Ren and the doctor while he began strapping on his flight armor and survival rig. 

"When ya'll get a second I need weight for you and ya kits." He nodded at a scale tucked into an alcove; a massive thing that was designed for supply packets but would still function for personnel. "Pilot stuff and all that." 

He didn't see the need to explain [i]why[/i] he needed their weights.