The metal hand of opportunity

[Geoffacake]

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Big Liners mean big things, although sometimes the smallest of things can make a change. Dusting away on the hall ways and corridors of the vessel, a man who doesn't seem to sleep is brushing and sweeping away, with a janitor trolly next to him. Humming to himself a song continuously. A few footsteps are heard coming around the corner, followed by a blue figure, she stops a few feet away from him. "I question your activities, you don't normally clean." He stops sweeping and turns around facing her. "I know, but we have real guests visiting... Ones that won't blow us up, shoot us or..." "Extort us?" "Yes."

He packs away the mop into the trolly, and starts to wheel it away. "Right all done." "Can you confirm that you have just cleaned all five hundred corridor sections of our vessel." "Yes, like I said, we have guests... Now Open the Right section mooring points to a Kusarian Luxury Yacht. I just hope he thinks we're not compensating." As they walk away, they continue to converse on other matters.