Frayne nodded briskly to Kal. "We should arrive in 5 minutes and counting. Please ensure Medic Ahara is prepared, then you and Eamon are to focus the entirety of your attentions on fixing the clamp. Dismissed." He turned away, his shoulders slightly more stiff than usual. The anxiety of their first mission, no matter how simple, was weighing on him. No matter how simple the mission, a lot of things could go wrong, and it was his job to try to plan for each thing that might go wrong and have a backup plan. Now he had so many plans spinning in his head he was starting to make himself dizzy.
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Down below, Eamon had finished fixing the clamp intended for the craft except for one item. He slipped down to the cargo bay and fetched a single hand-lift used for shuffling the cargo about. There should have been another. According to the manifest, there was another, but unbeknownst to him, the loading crew had accidentally taken it, leaving them with just one, and now he had left Ahara with none.
Completely innocent of any malcontent, Eamon headed back to the bay where the pod sat waiting. He used the lift to maneuver the clamp closer to the pod and carefully positioned it so the pod's weak gravitational ray - mostly intended for such things as collecting specimens or wayward spacewalkers - could pick it up and carry it for him to where he needed it to fix onto the craft. Then he went about the painstaking check of his spacesuit. It was a far less bulky thing than most human spacesuits as far as he could recall. In fact, it was surprisingly thin and sleek, not at all bulky except for the bubble head at the top for his, well, his head. In all honesty, he would have preferred the bulkier spacesuit. That would have made him feel safer.