© J.U. Park & Cyberwriter Novel, page  6   <-  home  -> "Cause, someone called out to me, thinking I was lagging behind." "Must have been a mistake on their part. Last thing I've heard on the subject is that military and high profit company forces rarely get along. Best you get to your ship before your late." "O.K. Thanks." And, with a quick movement, Ron sped down the hallway. As he walked into Docking Port 19, Ron couldn't help but notice all the reloading activity. Every last square inch of the ship's hull was being packed full of crates by many muscle lifts. And, to the right, was his fellow crew members of six. And, one of them, he snuck up on real quietly. As he got within two feet of the oversized teddy bear, he softly said, "Can you say Ewok?" The little creature showed signs of annoyance, began to turn around while replying, "No. Can you say bleeding throat?" and bared it's sharp, pointy teeth. "At ease, Grolo!" Ron shouted to the fury, little creature that was getting ready to bite off his kneecaps. Grolo eased off the attack and replied, almost with a relief, "Ron Waielee, I can't believe you'd be here. Should have known. Only you would be brave enough to tease me in that way." Captain A'lau'chia walks up to his crew and starts making a speech as Ron watches a crane bring down his weapon's pod. He sees that D.I.A.N.E. is on-line and testing all on-board systems in preparation for the journey.