Re: Part 3b - Desperately seeking R2
Starship components were not the kind of cargo Rhijans was accustomed to transporting, and as he looked at the boxes, he fought the sensations of his eyes trying to cross as every side of each container looked the same. When he realized he was examining the same side of a container for a third time, he shook his head in mild disgust.
"I feel like a damned Dewback," he muttered, as he stepped back to the entrance of their little cargo niche. "They could train a Bantha to do this."
For all the grumbling in his tone, there was a part of him that was intensely grateful that, thus far, everything seemed to be running very routine and by the numbers. There was another part of him that was almost screaming that something had to go wrong at any second.
He tried his best to ignore that second voice. Things had already gone off the rails, after all...they should have been here hours ago, and would have been, had it not been for the Imperial closure of the spaceport. That's plenty of stuff gone wrong, he told himself. The Fates should be satisfied.
Somehow, though, he had a strong suspicion that they weren't done being Fate's playthings just yet.