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Craven's sneer turned into a growing smirk as he continued to look into Ciar's eyes. "I don't like surprises, Ciar," he stated. "I'd really have preferred that you let me know you were coming." Ciar then informed Craven of the mission he was on: #55-012. After which Ciar turned and returned to loading. 55-012? Well hell, that's way off in the Cygnus sector. Craven's eye shined maliciously. Capture, interrogation, and execution of a Fate Runner officer...now that sounds something more like what I should be doing rather than this bullshit here. Craven sighed. Oh, the unfairness of it all. It truly disappointed him.

At that moment however, a Shadow Phoenix officer strode up to him and waited for Craven to turn, not daring to otherwise attract his attention. Craven kept the man waiting a few moments just because he was bored and he enjoyed watching the officer standing there nervously, but at last turned back. "What is it?" he demanded. The officer leaned forward and murmured something to Craven in a low voice. Craven's eyes twitched, and the smirk widened. "Ah," he spoke as if something of mild interest and nothing more had occurred. He nodded to the officer, who turned and walked back, and Craven looked back towards the men loading and unloading the crates. Though he said nothing, and the crates continued to be unloaded, he had accomplished what he was here for. As soon as they were done loading and unloading, as soon as Craven believed it was secure to do so, they would then leave this planet--with some new cargo for the Shadow Phoenix group.