Crix breathed a small sigh of relief as the ship landed in the hanger of one of the larger Ossein ships as directed. He wasn't flying the ship himself, of course, but his pilot droid had done a decent enough job that no one questioned it. Dressed in some of his Jedi robes, Crix checked he had his essentials on him; lightsaber, stun baton and a series of mini-tools hidden away on his person alongside his datapad. Stepping away from the cockpit and into the passenger area, he called out for the Jedi who had come along with him.
"Hey Rupert!" he called out as he left instructions for his two droids to keep the ship locked up and to do the routine work on the sensors that was required periodically, "We've landed already old man - time to see if we can't get ourselves some friends."
Making friends was supposed to be easy but Crix doubted that any of this was going to be easy. They'd called ahead and told the Ossein Fleets that they had potential business and they'd been told which ship to land on but that was about it. There hadn't been much chatter so it would be up to him and the old man to try and make friends well enough that the fleets actually felt like assisting them.
The ramp to his ship opened up and Crix stepped outside into the hanger proper, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of a ship at work. Despite not being the newest ship by any means, it was a hub of activity as people went too and fro to carry out tasks. Some of them sang songs as they worked and some of them chatted to people around them.
All of them were busy and all of them seemed happy, as though this was what they did each and every day. There was something about working to keep a ship going that appealed to the engineering student in Crix. He kept an eye open for anyone who was coming to meet them or if they were going to need to try and find their way themselves.
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