AT/K01 - Klingon Freighter qoH

[Tyra Crawford]

Not knowing the state of the cargo bay once Calleja's demolish derby team had begun to work on it, Tyra had programmed the transport to deposit them just outside the doors in an empty but disgustingly dirty corridor that seemed to run the length of the ship

For a second, Tyra had a flickering thought that this might be a place that required burning her boots afterwards. It certainly had the potential to be that terrible of a place, though she'd hold that judgment in reserve until determined otherwise.

From looking down the corridor, it looked like the next couple sets of doors led into the same cargo hold before moving into a more technical area. She glanced over at Nathan before shrugging a shoulder as if it say 'here goes nothing'.

The cargo hold was about what Tyra expected, having been on numerous smuggling vessels. However, she had a hard time imagining exactly where Nathan had entombed himself with any amount of success.

"So which box is yours?" She shot over her shoulder at Nathan before stepping inside fully, her gaze sweeping around for Calleja.

"Chief, what've you got?" Tyra called out as she stepped over some debris and began maneuvering around.

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