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Coruscant, Early Morning
The ringing of armored boots across metal marked time to Nyloke's journey across the cargo hold. His eyes flicked back and forth between the datapad in his hands and the mound of containers and boxes that grew around him. Behind him, two scruffy transport droids were constantly weaving in and out of the storage facility, bringing boxes to his attention and securing them to the freighter's floor. With each delivery, Nyloke clicked off the item from his list and then proceeded to triple check his inventory list. Not a single box would escape his thorough examinations!
It was a most important task that had been placed in the hands of Cyrus and himself. The recent ousting of the Mandalorian clans had left them scattered and broken across the galaxy. Supplies were scarce and distribution was still being organized. And thus, the two had been chosen to cover a most vexing gaffe and oversight in the past evacuation. Several colonies and refugee camps were alarmingly low on edible supplies and facilities. It was Nyloke and Cyrus' task to make a delivery run and ease the burden of their fellow warriors.
If things continued as they were, then the pair should be ready to launch their cargo transport ship into the atmosphere within the hour. Just as that thought entered his head, Nyloke found himself distracted by a whirring pop and muffled explosion. He turned towards the source of the disturbance to find that one of the cargo droids had... experienced a malfunction of some sort. The abused droid was sitting at the cargo hold's entrance in a limp pile of parts and servos, with smoke issuing from several of its mechanical joints.
Nyloke frowned at this development. He approached the droid, cautiously, to examine it and harbored the vague hope that he might be able to initiate a repair. Doubt filled his heart on the matter. His abilities with computers was, indeed, rather infamous...
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