[ He tries his best to keep calm, to take deep breaths with every step he takes toward the crates nearest him. Being upset will do nothing for them now, will it? He can hear Master Billaba's voice in the back of his head, the way she would console him in that cool, collected way of hers. Not chiding, not doting, but always a solid force in the chaos.
He is able to flip one open and reaches inside. ]
This one has some kind of packs. Maybe med packs? [ Probably tool kits instead, but he tries reaching in for one when the transport begins to rumble to a stop, toppling him backward onto his bottom. ]
[ Caleb scrambles to his feet the moment Ezra speaks. And no matter how heavy the pack seems to be, he drags one out of the crate and hoists the strap over his shoulder. ]
Think they'll see us?
[ There's noise farther up the track as the transport screeches to a halt. But he relids the crate and stumbles toward Ezra. ]
It's dark enough if we hold still the tarp should work.
[ His heart thunders in his chest as he drags up one end o the tarp, waiting for Ezra to climb under. But there's a real concern and fear in his face when, a few cars down, the sliding sound of pressure locks releasing echoes into the night. ] Hurry!
[Caleb doesn't need to tell him twice. Ezra grabs the corner of the tarp the other boy is holding up and slides under it as fast as he can before tucking the edge down around them. Despite his racing heart, he tries to breathe as slow and soft as he can, not saying anything now, because he can hear voices now. Voices of people in the hold. Eyes wide, he grips Caleb's arm, holding still.]
"...get the manifests, you start lining up the stuff we need to offload."
[The reply that came was in a language Ezra didn't know. He couldn't help but tense, wondering if they'd been discovered.
The first speaker just huffed in response, though.]
"Yeah, yeah. I'll get the cargo doors open as soon as we're cleared to unload. Keep your scales on."
[One set of footsteps retreated, and then there was only the sound of alien grumbling.]
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He is able to flip one open and reaches inside. ]
This one has some kind of packs. Maybe med packs? [ Probably tool kits instead, but he tries reaching in for one when the transport begins to rumble to a stop, toppling him backward onto his bottom. ]
Jeez. Don't they know how to drive these things?
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Damn it, so much for raiding this stuff. Whatever that is, just grab one. We don't have time for anything else.
[Either a med pack or a tool kit would be useful, but if nothing else the pack itself is worth it to carry things.]
Quick, over here. I think I see a tarp we can hide under.
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Think they'll see us?
[ There's noise farther up the track as the transport screeches to a halt. But he relids the crate and stumbles toward Ezra. ]
It's dark enough if we hold still the tarp should work.
[ His heart thunders in his chest as he drags up one end o the tarp, waiting for Ezra to climb under. But there's a real concern and fear in his face when, a few cars down, the sliding sound of pressure locks releasing echoes into the night. ] Hurry!
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"...get the manifests, you start lining up the stuff we need to offload."
[The reply that came was in a language Ezra didn't know. He couldn't help but tense, wondering if they'd been discovered.
The first speaker just huffed in response, though.]
"Yeah, yeah. I'll get the cargo doors open as soon as we're cleared to unload. Keep your scales on."
[One set of footsteps retreated, and then there was only the sound of alien grumbling.]