8-063: Merchant Freighter Spanial – Docked at Zarg’s Moon Highport
Diplomacy is safer but more difficult, Fast Talk is easier but riskier.
Lia can pre-pressurise the Cargo Hold (it takes a little while and the air is pretty thin – Prrri could not breathe in there without his respirator.)
Note: The hold is usually left in vacuum, as the ship’s life support systems aren’t capable of sustaining a habitable environment in that large a space. However, it can be pressurised on a temporary basis to facilitate loading/unloading to a pressurised dock.
Three females (I rolled – bad luck!), the Legionnaire standing watch by the door looks to be 16-17 kCy, the one checking documents 8-9 kCY, and the Sub Officer about 13 kCy. They’re all wearing Operations Black, so all three look reasonably fit and active – no pudgy desk warmers that you sometimes see in Staff Greys.
It seems to Lia that all three are in good moods, and have so far been respectful to the crew – from Lia’s travels she has observed that Customs work seems to be a magnet for bullies, but so far these three seem decent and professional.
The young one reaches Lia and asks for her ID tag.
Lia will hold out her arm with the bracelet on.
“Hey.”
She flashes a hopeful smile.
“I’m Lia, Cargo Master. I’m really hoping I ticked all the boxes.”
Her smile goes a little lop-sided.
“I’ve just started this job.”
That would be Diplomacy.