Entry 565

Recording.

Reprogramming a datapad, the first of the days annoyances. The data crystals were salvagable from the one the staff bit... the staff bit her damn datapad.... but it still meant the pad itself was scrapped and she had to do several modifications to make this one worth the using. Several safeties to disable, at the least. Files to check making certain nothing got corrupted. And all this in the few scant minutes of freetime. When all was said and done, Rel hoped there would be a few weeks of quiet at Ghambeezi before they set off searching for Tazenda, 'Star's End'.

Sumna was quiet, moving about quietly helping with the wounded, Harvey's fur was that offwhite that most often meant he was at peace, the Imperials avoided him, even the wounded, but he kept to the cockpit mostly, not that there was any flying to do, but to watch controls, being one of the few remaining pilots on the crew at hand. The LE droid and his piggyback R2 were quite capable monitoring the backup hyperdrive as it hummed and coughed, leaving the living crew to handle the wounded cargo. It was very unusual, Rel thought, how little time she spent in the engine room during this trip. Years of helping patch up bounty hunters was proving more useful today then patching engines. Most of the Commandos still called her 'Compnor', half jokingly and half because it just stuck.