[Slog Bait]

"Hurry up, I'll be damned if I'm late to this."

Mildred huffed at her low ranking security slig as they made their way through the terminal. There weren't many others in the terminal; A few scrubs cleaning what looked like an oil spill nearby, a couple sligs on patrol, some glukkons huddled in the corner discussing business probably. She sneered as she passed by the glukkons, muttering something under her breath akin to 'Those hotheads always act like they're in some sort of secret club' quite bitterly. The slig snickered a little, having heard the remark. At least it has manners.

Keeping her eyes ahead and not faltering in her step, she reached into her satchel and pulled out a clipboard with several important documents clipped to it, a pen, and a small pair of reading glasses. She slipped the glasses on and skimmed the page she had on the top bundle. It had a long list of arrival and departure dates for several important deliveries. One of them should be arriving very soon. Her directive from the Cartel was simple enough: Arrive at station #0451, check the cargo to ensure nothing was damaged or stolen in transit, get a few pieces of paper work signed by the conductor and station officials, catch the train to the barracks to get even more paper work signed by the general receiving the order, then return on the next train out to file and submit a report to ensure every thing's going according to plan. She groaned and flipped the page, which contained a full list of instructions and disclaimers and... what exactly is she supposed to be checking for on the train?

Flipping through the rest of the documents gave her no answers. Mildred darted her eyes around a bit, raised her glasses and looked toward her slig guard.

"Say... You wouldn't happen to know what's on that train, would you dear?"

Her voice was raspy and old. Despite her youthful-for-a-vykker appearance, there's no amount of surgery that could hide her age when she speaks. The slig shrugged and mumbled something about how he knows even less than she does, and is just following orders as well. She signed incredulously.

After a bit more walking, they finally reached the station platform. There were a bit more people out here than in the terminal, which struck her as a bit odd. She had expected far less personelle here. 'So much for keeping this low key...' She thought as she approached yet another huddle of glukkons, one of which looked to be a Feeco employee. The glukkons seemed a little put off, likely because she seemed to be the only vykker at the station. At least, that's what she assumed. She held out the clipboard she'd be carrying, flipped to a page for storing the signatures she required.

"I don't supposed you gentlegluks would be able to tell me where I could find Operator Kollik, would you? I'm here on important matters and require his signature."

The Feeco employee seemed to contemplate for a minute. "... Said he was goin' on break, I think." He scoffed. "Peh, bastard should be here watching the dock if ya ask me."

Mildred crossed her arms and scoffed as well. "Figures. Not like we're in the middle of a war right now and simple things like deliveries and checkpoints aren't vital at all." The remark got a few chuckles out of the glukkons. She jotted down a quick note on the page, then put her documents, pen, and glasses back into her satchel. She turned to her slig, gave him a quick pat, and asked him to do a quick round on the station platform to see if he could get any leads on where exactly the operator was. The glukkons began engaging her in conversation, telling her about how there have been a few more terrorist attacks in the cities they hail from and what business they were here on. One even brought up a few speculations on the contents of the train, which gave her a better idea of what she'll need to be looking for. Mildred hasn't yet witnessed an attack, and failed to quite grasp what the glukkons were saying they've been through. 'With luck, I'll never witness one, we'll beat the rebelling forces, and everything will go back to normal...' What a lovely thought.

While experiencing the excitement of being a part of a hothead glukkon secret club she seems to enjoy chastising, a shout rang out through the deck. Everyone seemed to look out towards the arriving train. She could feel the wind picking up as the light of the train became fairly visible in the distance.