Ross, upon deciding that he was delaying in his duties for too long, executed a quick facing movement and marched down the corridor, making his way to the cargo hold. Upon arrival, his eyes scanned the area, taking a quick glance at the area as a whole. Satisfied that there wasn't an unseen intruder staring him down or otherwise making their own presence obvious, the swordmaster approached the closest of the crates. It was a metal thing, seemingly unremarkable compared to the rest. The nobleman made a quick, rudimentary scan of the manifest. It was obviously condensed by some pencil-pusher for someone uneducated in finances to understand. Even if he was meddling when it came to administrating an estate, Ross found it overly simplistic. Everything evidently in order, the Daur turned to walk away, when he spotted something queer about the crate from the corner of his eyes. He turned back to examine it in clearer detail, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He crouched down and ran his hands over the scratch marks on the crate. "Deeper than what one would expect of a professional business... And strangely claw shaped." The Youth Corps soldier deduced. As soon as the thought left his mind, he heard them, the strange noises that an animal would make. Ross unsheathed his sword and raised a hand to his communicator. "A'freub Got'ti to Bridge, I believe we have stowaways of the fauna type. They're still located in the hold, I can hear them. Orders?"
