"General!" said Merick as he followed the smuggler to his Hangar. "After you" said Horn pointing up the Ramp. Merick climbed up wondering when the ship would fall to pieces. Ulic lead him throw the ship to cargo hold. There in the middle was standing a crate labeled legal spice. "As if that existed" though Merick as the Smuggler gave a kick into the crate. The lid fell to the ground. Merick gasped. The box was stuffed with medical supplies. "Ulic. I think you have just paid for your repairs."