"Perfect. Well, Mr. Dacres, why don't you come aboard and I'll show you the stateroom that's all fixed up for ya." She looked him over. "The...well what you saw isn't really -that- normal. Well....most days." Mara smiled. "Comeon then." She started to walk away, and just hoped he would follow.

Mara made her way up the ramp and waited for only a moment before she started down the corridor to the nicer guest staterooms. "I hope this is ok with you!" she called behind her. "Freshers are down that way....and I don't recommend a long shower. Just trust me on that one." Finally, she stopped at one of the doors. "Well, here...there are clean sheets on the bed, an extra blanket in the closet and towels for you. So if you need anything well...I'm around. There's a comm so you can holler." She smiled warmly.

"Need anything else?"

"I received a transmission, earlier," he blurted out, his words lacking tact but filled with hesitance. Why he was hesitant, even Dav didn't know.. the transmission had come from somewhere on the planet, from a Senator no less, which was suspicious enough. What confused him further was how exactly Cerra had come upon his comm channel; after all, no-one on Coruscant save for a select few should have known that. He took in a deep breath, gauging what he would assume would be a curious look from his Captain, before continuing. "From a Senator Ja'nar Cerra; pretty thing, the type that carries the weight of a whole planet on her shoulders and all that. She offered us quite a hefty sum for a grab-and-drop on Garos IV."

Sighing, Dav reached into his pants pocket and produced a small flask, half-filled with Corellian Ale, his favorite drink. He took a swig, pausing to let the spice of the brew linger on his lips for a moment, before tossing the flask to Rawls. "You look like you could use a drink... and a shower." The last part was a joke, no doubt, and the slight grin that crossed his features would confirm it.

The ship shook ever-so-slightly, and with Percy about to get the ship in the air Dav decided to speed things up, he wanted to be in the air before more of Kolbrun's 'friends' showed up. Reaching into his pocket, Dav felt around for a moment, tongue sticking out of his mouth in some awkward face, before producing the comm link and tossing it Rawls' way. "Give it a listen; I haven't rang her back yet... figured I'd let you do that." Next up was a fresh cigarette, the joy of finally getting the hell of Imperial Center being a cause for celebration, in Davon's mind. "She's a cute one too," he added, voice muffled slightly from the cancer stick hanging loosely at his lips. It crossed his mind that he'd failed to mention she knew his father... but Dav was almost certain that not even Artemis knew how to contact him, they hadn't spoken in years. As far as he knew, his father had no idea of Ja'nar's contacting him.

"Something going on that I missed? Again....?" She asked before she tossed a glance back to the stateroom for a brief moment before she moved towards him. The heels of her books clicked on the metal floor of the Aphelion. "Any idea where we're going, by the way? Not that it much matters...."

As the ship came to life, he walked aboard, the ramp closing as he came up it. After a few moments of enjoying his cigar, and putting away the weapons in a crate full of various extras he picked up along the way, which he sold alongside Doohan's various spare parts and creations to help bring in credits, he went about going up the ladder of the lift. When he walked out, there was apparently a three way conversation occuring between Rawls, Vanden, and Antares. "So, Cap'n, where we headed? And please, for the sake of the blasted Force, tell me its somewhere I can get off the damn ship," he said, bludgeoning his way into the conversation.

He looked at the room as she ushered him in and couldn’t help but be grateful for a female influence on the ship. The room was… adequate enough… but he knew the conditions would have been far worse had it not been for this vivacious young lady. “Thank you, I’m sure this will do just fine.” He smiled at Mara but couldn’t help but hope that the room didn’t have any bugs, both organic and electronic. And what did she mean by not taking long showers? He took a 20 minute shower at the minimum once a day.

As she left him to unpack, he dropped his luggage on the bed and meticulously stored everything away. He did wonder about eating on the ship though. Should he have brought his own food? Or did they actually provide meals for passengers? Would they call on the ship’s com system to let its inhabitants know soup was on as they said? He felt too stupid and embarrassed to actually call Mara and ask her as she had suggested.

How he wished this was his PLY. Or a luxury liner… But enough wallowing. He’d need to have words with the captain soon enough and he'd have none of this attitude from himself.

It was either boredom or a strange rush of nostalgia, but Dav's eyes darted back to the Captain and memories came flooding back. They were pictures, mainly, a veritable collage of amusing memories playing in his mind like a news report. They'd met on Tatooine; Dav a direction-less young man in his late teens and Rawls, still sarcastic and roughnecked as ever, having just inherited a pretty ship not a few months earlier. Dav'd been on the receiving end of one-too-many punches and Rawls had stepped in to save the boy. To this day Dav wasn't sure why Rawls had taken him in; at the time Vanden was a greenhorn, fresh off the pampered life on Naboo... and despite what the young man boasted, not much of a navigator. Perhaps Rawls had seen a bit of himself in the boy, or perhaps he'd just needed bodies for the ship, Dav had never cared enough to ask. Maybe one day he would, Rawls was never the type to share and care, and neither was the chain-smoking navigator, so they'd just let things work themselves out.

With a sigh that was more than likely too exaggerated to be believable, Dav took another drag of his cigarette and patted Rawls on the shoulder. "I'ma go help Perc get this bird off the ground." He made himself scarce, sliding behind Mara, back against the wall, and continuing on to the ladder up to Deck 4. "And for the record-" he shouted back as he began his climb, "-we need to get the damn turbolift fixed!" Within a moment he was up on the command deck, jogging into the cockpit and settling in to his seat at Navigations, to Percy's right. His area was a slight mess, a collection of various animal toys; his favorite being a small-scale model of a krayt dragon, occupying whatever unnecessary space there was. An ashtray was rigged to pop out from beneath the console when it sensed motion, allowing Vanden to drop his cancer stick in and proceed to prime the hyperdrive. He'd have to wait for Rawls, as he'd no idea of what their destination was, but there was no sense in wasting time at this point. Dav turned back to Percy, flashing him a thumbs up to indicate the hyperdrive was green across the board.

He exited his room and made his way across the ship, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. And if he was really, truly, lucky, he wouldn't bump into anyone. Or he wouldn't be seen on any possible security devices.

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Yet after a few minutes of wandering about and finding no one at all, Ryner was getting slightly frustrated. "Hello?" he called down the hall he currently found himself in. "Is anyone there? I was wondering if someone could direct me to Captain Rawls?" He was talking loudly more than he was actually shouting. That would have been uncouth. So would be barging into any of their own compartments or stations. But his skills as an orator meant that his voice would carry far anyway. Still, he hoped someone would be in the vicinity and come to help him. He wasn't used to having his calls unanswered... in his own home, at least.

"Outbound traffic is good... hyperdrive's showing green across the board-" he coughed, the sting of cigarette and ale causing him to grimace. "-and Denon is... wait for it... punched." With a contented sigh, Dav fastened his straps and leaned back in the chair. For the moment, his work was done. "And for the record, Cap'n, next time we come back here I'd really like a chance to check out the Blue Moon, rather than be stuck with watch duty."

She shrugged it off and moved down the corridor to find Mr. Dacres to make sure that he was secured somehow, even if it was just with bungees or ratchet straps. Didn't much matter how he was strapped in, as she just didn't want to be sewing up another gaping head wound. No, she wasn't a doctor or even a nurse, but it was just a skill that needed to be learned with this crew. One could learn a lot from the holonet, though a simple closure was just that and usually could just be glued, the deeper cuts needed stitching. Blaster holes could be easily filled with a mix of bacta and a medical grade foam, unless they hit any major organs. Well then, those would be just a problem. It disturbed her a little that she thought about this stuff sometimes, but that was part and partial to these folks. And sometimes awkwardly enough, she considered them to be a very twisted sort of a family, since she really had none of her own that she actually wanted to claim.

Needless to say, exiting and entering atmo were not her favorite parts of any trip. The impending doom of it all was stressful, so she preferred to be as far from the bridge as possible. The only time that she liked the bridge was when they were in hyperspace, or just kinda floating out in space. She liked that blue blur of the stars whirring by, and at other times, the constant stillness and twinkling of the stars in the endless night. Davon had showed her that first. Granted, he was probably trying to use it for something else, but she hadn't noticed, or if she had, she didn't acknowledge it.

"Mr. Dacres?" She called out down the corridor as she paused for a moment and checked the chrono that circled her wrist. Only a couple minutes, though it could take longer if something happened, again, but just to be safe and to prevent any sort of accidental injury or death, she wanted to keep an eye on the Captains 'credit stooge'.