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Lucien Phoenix




The Noreaster | Cargo Bay

The excitement only grew as Lucien stayed near the door, weapon raised, to watch the exit. It was with some surprise that he saw Sena stride past him easily, flipping the switch to the lights to on surprising the former trooper so much that he lowered his blaster and followed the woman into the cargo hold. He figured it would be a poor idea to just let her go in by herself to do whatever it was that Sena planned to do. The Twi'lek, meanwhile, seemed to be a bit feisty as she hurled a sharp retort back in some language or another. Lucien never was good at speaking anything other then basic. Airus appeared shortly behind them and offered a hand to the Twi'lek, Sharp was told to lower his weapon, and it seemed like everything was reaching a peaceful conclusion. Even the little stowaway droid seemed to relax when the old man appeared. Which was fine with Lucien, an exchange of blaster fire would just mean more clean up. Airus had suggested the droid and clone go ahead and sweep the cargo hold for any more stowaways, and as someone who was technically in charge of making sure that the cargo hold was clean, he wasn't eager to leave and find out later that the pair had wrecked some corner of it. He decided he'd stay and help with the sweep of the cargo hold, and then get back to cleaning.
Lucien Phoenix




The Noreaster | Toilets

"How could you even manage to miss this bad?" Lucien muttered under his breath as he moved the brush up and down the side of the plasteel toilet. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing shit out of the bathrooms that were located near the crew quarters, dressed in his typical casual clothing. Trousers, a long sleeved shirt, and a vest with his utility belt and thigh holster strapped on, E-11 slung over his back. It was times like these that he wondered just why he had signed on with the crew of the mariner a few months ago. He'd really drawn the short stick when he had agreed to take up the position of ship janitor while they were travelling. It was the worst mistake of his career.

Sitting back for a moment, Lucien took a second to light the cigarra in his mouth and take a draw on it, before blowing the smoke out into the air of the small cubical toilet. He returned to scrubbing. He contemplated just blasting the fecal and urine covered item to bits with his weapon, but he figured that the captain really wouldn't appreciate having to pay a couple hundred credits for a new toilet to be installed. Thus he decided that the best course of action was simply to continue scrubbing. At the very least, this was easier work then what he had been doing, running around with various clients on outterrim planets, playing muscle and looking dangerous with his blaster. The Imperial issue stormtrooper armor he wore for the work may have been painted and modified so it didn't look like the original, but a few people were jumpy enough that it didn't matter. They preferred to shoot first and didn't care to ask questions later. That was part of the reason he had signed on to the crew.

He continued the work for several hours, working to get the toilets cleaned perfectly. It was part of a ritual cleaning he had taken up, one that was slowly making it's way through different parts of the ship. When he was done cleaning the toilets, he grabbed the mop and bucket and started on the hallways, mopping up and down the ship. It was during this little clean up that the comlink on his wrist crackled to life. Sable announced that there was another stowaway in the hold, with a lightsaber. Lucien sighed and let the mop drop into the bucket, leaning the handle against the wall. He trotted at a quick pace towards the cargo bay, unslinging his blaster as he approached and switching it to stun. He stopped at the door and looked into the hold, watching what he could see. It was dark inside, and he didn't have a light, but he figured Sable had his reasons for keeping it off. Instead of turning the lights up, he just aimed through his scope, using the nightvision function to try and see the encounter.
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