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1105-008 - 08:00 - The Free & Clear - Cargo Bay
Cerabu completes his morning ritual and meditation. A few minutes of quiet reflection to settle his pulse and blood pressure, to even out his breath, and to settle the thoughts racing around in his head. Today, the mission officially begins; his bid back into society after fifteen years of isolation; his chance to find meaning after years trying to find himself.
He stands from his kneeling position taking his staff in hand. Walking to his personal cargo crate, Amada Cerabu reaches in and pulls out a suit identical to the one he wears every day, only the colors vary from day-to-day. If asked, he would say you don't change what works, or everyone should have a signature--if he answered at all. Most likely he would simply grunt.
Climbing the ladder to the passengers deck, Amada felt the isolation. Over the three weeks he had been on the Free & Clear, he had made a habit of maintaining his state of mind, his presence of peace, by maintaining his isolation. He had known Cal many years ago, worked together across several jobs, made connections on both ends and sold what Cal found to the highest bidder he could find, or the right one. But that was over fifteen years ago. Cal had said people change. Amada Cerabu knew he had changed over those intervening years. Cal too seems to have changed, but to what degree, Cerabu didn't know.
The rest of the crew were a mystery to him. He liked Jeet. The roboticist/engineer seemed affable and a genuinely happy person. He liked to be useful and helpful. Ashe Volare was flashy. An entertainer of some kind, Cerabu didn't know what Ashe's role was on the ship. She was supposed to be the Steward and was perfectly capable of the job. Ashe took care of Cerabu's needs more than the ape needed. It was almost a nuisance. But with Cerabu having bought out the ship and no other passengers for the pointy-ear to attend to, he felt it was his duty to let Ashe do the job appropriately.
Kalidaren, or Sed, wasn't like the other two. He was secretive and too curious for his own good even after being told not to ask questions. Secrets usually meant something to hide. Changing his appearance and name between ports didn't help Cerabu's suspicions that Sed was going to be a problem. Only the future would tell if he was right or just paranoid.
Over the past three weeks, Cerabu had spent most of his time with others with Cal talking about old times. Cal was the only one who knew the mission so it was comforting to be able to relax around his old friend, to talk like nothing had happened and like it was still fifteen years ago. But it wasn't. It wasn't fifteen years in the past. It was now. It was 1105.
Cerabu showered and changed clothes. Jeet had been working on the presentation over the past weeks. Cerabu had given him all the information he could, helped him lay it out in order. It would go the way he wanted. Cerabu had spent most of his free time planning out everything he knew, which only helped him to discover there were a lot of variables outside of his control. Complications. Complications required contingencies.
At 09:30, he made himself some coffee in the passenger quite and made his way back down to the cargo hold to the same area he used for his daily meditations. Jeet would be there in a few minutes and they would make the last adjustments before the others arrived. Today, the mission would really start.
1105-008 - 09:30 - The Free & Clear - Cargo Bay
