Obviously a very lived in room as it has been Kale's home for the past two years.  Through a small door on the right hand wall a private toliet and sink (not neccessarily very clean either) are located.  The bed is covered in a handstiched quilt that was made by Kale's mother all those years ago. Most of the time you can find a firearms cleaning kit stowed away in the closet and a pistol lying on the small nightstand by the bed.
This message was last updated by the GM at 07:01, Sat 22 Apr 2006.

Kale enters his bunk and plops down on the bed with a sigh.  He bends over and starts un-buckling his heavy combat boots, mullihg over the events of the past hour or so in his head.  He half wished Rhaef had come with him to see Cortez, he could use the mans insight right now, he was a good reader of people, better then Kale truth be told and something about this whole job didn't sit exactly well with him.

Rhaef enters Kale's bunk and quietly closes the hatch behind him.  Moving into the room he nods to his captain lying in the bunk and looks for a place to sit in the unkempt room.  It was always somewhat of a surprise no matter how many times he came in here how the man's room looked perpetually like a 12 year olds.

"I'll stand."  Rhaef mumbles as he presses himself against the wall beside the door.

"What did Cortez have to say?"  the First Mate says, looking at his captain through furrowed brow.  He was studying the man as he spoke concentrating on the details of the conversation as well as the things on the fringes that didn't seem to important but often were.

Kale grins, "Wasn't gonna offer you a seat anyhow." he says.  Then he sits up, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed and leaning forward on his elbows.

"Sure you heard we're headin' to Valon.  You been there before if I recall correctly, ain't much to look at, not a likely place for a job.  Cortez was extra friendly 'bout it, we know Cortez ain't a friendly guy." he leans over and pulls the box of un-marked off of his bedside table and tosses it to Rhaef.  "Gave me this up front ... it's clean and everythin'.  He didn't give me no details either.  Said it was a simple trip, taking some crate from one planet to the next.  Too simple, yeh?" Kale looks up at Rhaef.

"What told you that?  The friendly criminal who freely gives away unmarked money, or the fact that he says 'Its a simple transport?'

Rhaef opens the box glancing at the money then lets the lid drop shut before tossing it back to Kale.

"I should have gone.  With the lumbering hulk and flyboy I felt another would make Cortez feel uncomfortable.  You know how he can be."

Kale smiles. "And you know, it seemed like it was startin' so well.  He threw a gorram sword at my head and I did the whole dark angry look.  Felt like real legit business deal til he started flashin' that gold tooth 'a his and givin' me pretty boxes." Kale shook his head, and set the box of money back on the table.

He looks seriously up at Rhaef, "You shoulda come." then he runs a hand through his hair.  "Deal is, when we get to Valon I don't want no one settin' foot off this boat, not one little toe over the airlock.  Kyoko won't be pleased but that's the deal.  You an' I go in, we get the goods, and we get the hell off that planet.  Don' know what to expect but I don' wanna take no chances with my crews life." he flashes a grin at Rhaef. "'Cept fer yours of course, you could die and it'd be no sweat off my back."  Kale laughs.

"The sooner I die, the sooner you and yours follow me.  Whose gonna keep you from running this... fine vessel into oblivion if I'm not watching over you?"  Rhaef can't help as the corner of his mouth turns in a small smirk.

"Fang xin, you ain't that irreplacable.  Wouldn't want you walkin' around with the delusion of self-worth." Kale says

"I don't think you have anything to worry about.  I think I'll be able to squeeze my head back through the hatch."

Rhaef reaches up and scratches the two day old scruff on his face.

"Any guesses whats waiting in the crate on Valon?"

"I've been thinkin' on it but don't have any real guesses.  Valon's got nothin' but rocks and minerals far as I knew.  An' carrying those is completely legit business, wouldn't be somethin' Cortez would be interested in, and certainly not enough to account for that box a' dough.  It's a clean planet Rhaef, can't imagine what'd they be trying to get off it that was worth so much." Kale leans back to rest against the wall.

"Clean planets don't make for clean business.  It looks clean, and therefore makes a good way lay planet for those looking to switch ships, packaging or disguises.  Easy to get lost amongst all the rocks and minerals... so to speak."

A deep sigh escapes Rhaef's lips as he ponders the situation.

"Were you given dimensions or status of the package?  Is it a reefer, a hotbox, a simple wooden crate?  Is it the size of your boot or your bay?"

"You're goin' ta love this one-" Kale says leaning forward. "I don't know." He scratches his head.  "Cortez kept trying to dance around the topic.  Grande secret he said.  Truth is, I don' think he knew either.  The only information he sent me was that we are to pull into Harsdale. Our contact is supposed to meet us there.  Then we're supposed to go with him, get the package - no questions asked - load it on our ship and take it ta where ever it is he tells us to take it to."

"And you agreed to this?"  Rhaef snorts.

"No details on size or contents.  Our contact knows us but we don't know them.  And we're supposed to blindly accept whatever they give us...  sounds like a simple mission."

Running his fingers through his hair he looks over to Kale.  "If I didn't know better, I'd think you WERE trying to get rid of me."

"200 up front did it, guess you can say I like shiny things." Kale said, "'side's I figure it ain't nothin' Destiny can't handle ... jus' gotta be cautious that's all." seeing the mans less then confident expression Kale says "Fang xin, this'll be fun."

"Yes, fun for all.  Horrah and whatnot."  Rhaef turns and reaches for the door latch.

Before he opens it he looks over his shoulder and says.  "I'll see you in a bit, right now I think I need to prepare my last will and testament."

(OOC:  Unfortunately it is getting to be bed time for me.  I hope we can continue this tomorrow.)