The plaque came with them. He was not the only one to have made sure of it.. the hammered bronze sheet that carries the tale of the ancient Be'Hude. One of the first things to go up when they reached their new, and temporary home. It hangs here as in Unity in a sacred space, near Karn's office. Old, hard eyes track the barely understood words over and over- another ritual to have survived the relocation- here, as in Unity, Khon spends many a spare moment trying to stamp the story into his thoughts... perhaps then the haunting melody of now hated hymns will be replaced. Khon's concentration is usually a fierce and tightly focused thing- but half heard words carrying the static of Intergal communications leak from Karn's office, and pull his gaze to the door as he recognizes the voice of that Freecaptain... whatsisname... Le.. something. Sounds Galletean. His gaze narrows, then widens as he suddenly turns from the plaque and strides briskly toward the Quartermaster's office. He doesn't even knock before entering.

Choba. We need an industrial shredder. He glances back down the corridor as the overworked young Brutor he addresses starts to object. The insistent sweep of one large hand through the air cuts him off as Khon continues as though he'd never stopped talking.

We uh... need two industrial shredders. Two. Also put on some coffee. We're gonna be a while.

As Khon and Choba- both loyal Beh'hude, set to a task better not shared, the battered old Brutor wonders whether that story he'd heard was true. Regird the dockmaster swore to it. "Maggot on the line again? The Old Man's ships lash through space! He's like an angry spirit in the sky." This will be a good year, he decides.

Choba. We need an industrial shredder