The past can haunt you (Open)

[Daeran Winters]

Daeran didn't much care what was in the crates, he knew he would have to do things without questioning. He tossed his bag up into the ship and went to moving crates up into the ship. He waited to see where Jeff was putting the pallet, and started sitting crates beside it.
Walking back and to from the cargo and into the ship with another crate he finally spoke.
"So how many do you have on your crew?" his tone remained even and the anger had all but seemed to seep out of his voice.
He grunted as he lifted a particularly heavy crate and carried it onto the ship.

[Jeff Weston]

Looking over to the one called Winters Jeff smiled.

Counting you two..........two. Don't worry this is not the normal ships you have your own cabin and sleep well. This junk heap is a cargo runner, running being the optimum wording here. All cargo and engine no frills a short hatch to the engine and to the cargo bay is all the extras you'll find. We'll fly fast and burn hard and make the trip in a third of the time that it would normally take. This is not a mid to long range runner oh no this girl is for single 'Unification' blockade runner. All cargo no major loss of life was it's draw. Also made for great breakers as well. You run one of these into a picket and drop cargo turn burn and 'boom'. A hole in the fence wider and more costly to the other side. Anywho got to get this thing filled ain't filling itself, right.

Jeff turned on his heel and grabbed for another crate and made for the bridge.

This ones special I'll handle it myself.

[Daeran Winters]

"Wasn't worried. Just curious." Daeran answered.
He nodded at Jeff's last comment, that she ship wouldn't load itself. "True enough."
Daeran went back to loading the cargo. He had heard of such ships before, but had never been on one. He committed to himself that he wouldn't ask a bunch of questions now, that he would work as hard as he had to, harder still, to ensure that he could get to Rachel.