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Reaching his room, Sol maneuvered the cart carefully through the narrow doorway. Within seconds of the door closing, Sol began to tear into all his belongings. He quickly sorted through the mass of replacement plates for his armor, rechargeable A-cells for his omni-tool, the expandable tablet that was currently unlinked, the tablet for his ship, and monoknife, which he normally used to open anything that couldn't be opened without a thin blade. Looking at the tools he pulled from the external cargo bay, Sol ran his hands across each, as if religiously checking each of their conditions.

After achieving a level of satisfaction that his tools were up to his expectations, Sol began to give them another look over. Grabbing his monoknife first, he fastened the knife and sheath on his belt. With a look at his omni-tool, the device found itself hanging opposite the blade, with the unlinked tablet, still in its shrunken form, next to it. With a swift movement, Sol grabbed three more of the A-cells and threw them into his pockets.

Turning around, now ready to begin his tasks, Sol started to plan what he would do. Before he could get very far, his stomach let forth a great howl. Food first. Thought Sol while he was pressing the button to open the door. With a quick gate, he made his way to the mess hall, intent on getting something to satisfy his empty stomach.