The Cargo Handler

Passing by the locker rooms, Captain Miller slowed her pace and peeked into the cryo chamber, her eyes scanning the now-empty pods. The sterile light gleamed off the cold metal surfaces, the hiss of machinery the only sound in the room. No sign of Cham, his pod was open, but there was no sign of him lingering.

She frowned, knowing Cham was either still getting dressed in the locker room or taking his time in the crew quarters. With a soft sigh, she turned back toward the corridor, her thoughts already shifting to the tasks ahead. If Cham didn’t show up soon, she'd have to hunt him down herself. They didn’t have time for stragglers today.

Captain Miller turned around, only to nearly jump out of her skin as she ran straight into Lyron Cham standing right behind her.

“Jesus, Cham!”

She yelped, startled, then let out a sigh of relief, trying to shake off the spike of adrenaline. Cham just grinned and rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle.

“Sorry, Captain. It was a harder wake up than usual,” he said.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Just scare the hell outta me, why don't ya,” she replied, still catching her breath. “Get your ass down to the cargo bay and start preppin’ those tanks for Daisy. Don’t need Wilson runnin’ his mouth ‘bout us slackin’.”

"Aye."

She gave him a quick nod before heading off, her usual no-nonsense attitude back in place.