"Alright," Myitt winced, putting the comm link back into her jacket pocket. "Let's go stock up, Proliss is going to meet us at my ship. Corliss, are you taking the Class B?"
Her sibling rubbed his hands together gingerly, not wanting to aggravate his injuries. "If you say so, boss," he said with a toothy grin.
"Right. Let's move out," Myitt said, herding Corliss, Norpo and Aurora toward the door. On her way out she paused and patted Shizuo on the arm. "Thanks for everything, man. Take care of yourself, okay?"
"And you," Shizuo/Gerlan said, bowing his head slightly. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do."
Myitt smiled and stepped out into the hallway, bustling with people on their way to the docking bay. "Come on, first stop is storage." She led them to a large set of double doors about halfway between the sick bay and the hangars. A line had formed, numerous people waiting to stock up their ships.
"Bloody hell," Corliss griped, eyeing the crowd. "At least it's moving." And it was, you had to hand it to the rebellion for that, at least. They knew how to book it when orders like this came along. It was cold, like a big walk-in freezer, and it still smelled like a fruit market. Bark was piled neatly in a corner, along with big piles of frozen meat of indeterminate origin.
"Orders for food here," called a big female Hork-Bajir up front, black gun sashes criss-crossing her chest. "Equipment in second line."
When they reached the front of the food line, which was all the ship really needed, Aurora was handed a floating black cart of black boxes. Black seemed to be a real fashion statement around here. They were marked with red, flowing script. On top of them Myitt stacked a number of more ordinary looking supplies--crackers, cans of soup, frozen bread, dried fruit. She piled a second, almost identical cart and gently pushed it away from the crowd. It floated easily, hovering a few inches above the ground. "Grab what you can in terms of food, the ships have already been stocked with spare equipment."
"Helps when you're a mechanics nerd," Corliss laughed, grabbing an armful of unripe bananas. He handed some to Norpo and shrugged. "Bananas are good."
When they were properly stocked, Myitt moved them down along the hallway toward the hangars. All the carts of food and equipment and people were making it even harder to move, but as always, things were kept moving smoothly.
