Shuvin Undhi
Jun 4th, 2016, 09:59:46 PM
Ben really should have thought through his offhand remarks more, though if he did he probably wouldn't be as much fun.
"If the cubbies are full, make some room back there for the parts, then," the man had said, exhausted, before tripping into his cabin and probably passing out on the floor by his bunk instead of making it all the way. Shuvin had laughed evilly to herself and rubbed her hands together. She was a naturally curious girl; this had been partly how she'd become a slave back before she met Ben. Unfortunately, though she'd gained much more experience than back then, she hadn't managed to rein in her impulse-driven personality.
Really, it was Ben's fault for not clearly defining 'back there' to her. He should've known better.
Near the engineering section, which was basically a series of consoles that ringed the main reactor which sat in the middle of the ship like the main corridor that wound around that, which had the doorways into the galley, the two cargo bays, and the rear lift access through which the cargo was loaded and off loaded. In normal 720s (Alderaan's class of ship), the two economy berths were located right there behind the mid-ship accesses to the cargo bays, and were seperated by a walkway through to the cargo bay access lift that would drop down to load and offload cargo when landed. Shuvin had connected them and made that rear access accessible only through the cargo bays, which she considered a fair trade off. She'd really wanted to keep an escape pod and fix it up into a swanky bachelorette pad, but Ben had ignored her pleas and sold them and put those areas "to better use."*
So she'd removed that rear doorway to the lift (that new wall served as the wall for the cubbies and all their spare parts) and enlarged one of the economy berths as well as insulating and making it just as nice as the cabins up near the cockpit and made it her cabin. The other, downsized economy berth had been repurposed into a storage closet of sorts; it served as a smuggling cache and repository for odd items. In there was a number of lockers and shelving units for everything in the ship and more besides. But one of the lockers Ben had locked tight, and tonight Shuvin was finally going to find out what was in there, even if she needed to bust it open. She could always fix it after anyway.
She was disappointed, greatly. She'd found an old comm device, some old clothes, a dead datapad, and several dozen locked datadiscs and tapes. It was a wash. In a fit of pique, though it was worthless, she took the comm device and shoved it into her pocket.
After that, she'd forgotten about it in the haze of work and supper (Cerie made bantha burgers; Shuvin loved that woman), and only thought about it when she was stripping to get into bed. The old clunky thing dropped onto the floor and Shuvin just stood there looking at it for a moment before picking it up and falling onto her bunk and staring at it. It powered on, which surprised her, and true to her impulse-driven nature, the teen pressed the activator, and loaded in the first saved frequency.
She'd honestly expected to get nothing for her effort but a blank cone of light.
When someone answered it, she couldn't have been more surprised.
"If the cubbies are full, make some room back there for the parts, then," the man had said, exhausted, before tripping into his cabin and probably passing out on the floor by his bunk instead of making it all the way. Shuvin had laughed evilly to herself and rubbed her hands together. She was a naturally curious girl; this had been partly how she'd become a slave back before she met Ben. Unfortunately, though she'd gained much more experience than back then, she hadn't managed to rein in her impulse-driven personality.
Really, it was Ben's fault for not clearly defining 'back there' to her. He should've known better.
Near the engineering section, which was basically a series of consoles that ringed the main reactor which sat in the middle of the ship like the main corridor that wound around that, which had the doorways into the galley, the two cargo bays, and the rear lift access through which the cargo was loaded and off loaded. In normal 720s (Alderaan's class of ship), the two economy berths were located right there behind the mid-ship accesses to the cargo bays, and were seperated by a walkway through to the cargo bay access lift that would drop down to load and offload cargo when landed. Shuvin had connected them and made that rear access accessible only through the cargo bays, which she considered a fair trade off. She'd really wanted to keep an escape pod and fix it up into a swanky bachelorette pad, but Ben had ignored her pleas and sold them and put those areas "to better use."*
So she'd removed that rear doorway to the lift (that new wall served as the wall for the cubbies and all their spare parts) and enlarged one of the economy berths as well as insulating and making it just as nice as the cabins up near the cockpit and made it her cabin. The other, downsized economy berth had been repurposed into a storage closet of sorts; it served as a smuggling cache and repository for odd items. In there was a number of lockers and shelving units for everything in the ship and more besides. But one of the lockers Ben had locked tight, and tonight Shuvin was finally going to find out what was in there, even if she needed to bust it open. She could always fix it after anyway.
She was disappointed, greatly. She'd found an old comm device, some old clothes, a dead datapad, and several dozen locked datadiscs and tapes. It was a wash. In a fit of pique, though it was worthless, she took the comm device and shoved it into her pocket.
After that, she'd forgotten about it in the haze of work and supper (Cerie made bantha burgers; Shuvin loved that woman), and only thought about it when she was stripping to get into bed. The old clunky thing dropped onto the floor and Shuvin just stood there looking at it for a moment before picking it up and falling onto her bunk and staring at it. It powered on, which surprised her, and true to her impulse-driven nature, the teen pressed the activator, and loaded in the first saved frequency.
She'd honestly expected to get nothing for her effort but a blank cone of light.
When someone answered it, she couldn't have been more surprised.