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    Causally humming to herself, a slight female figure walked along the paved street, despite her hardly noticeable build and stature her hair was more than enough to catch the attention of who ever happened to be looking in her general direction, the various rippling strands of yellow and orange hues casting an illusion like effect as if the figure’s hair was set alight. As the fiery haired female continued down the street her gaze darted from one side of the street to the other, taking every visual sight that the street had to offer.

    Still she continued along the street not caring for the fact that whomever she had walked past cast her a curious and occasionally disapproving glance as she walked by, perhaps not because of her fire hued hair but probably more weighted to the overall dirty appearance of the figure, who was still dressed in her overalls, albeit the upper half was tied around her waist , leaving just a simple black vest top to be seen, in addition to the countless marks of grease and engine oil that adorned her visible skin all the way, from her face down to the very tips of her fingers in numerous patches and marks, not that the figure really cared as to how the locals saw her, after all she had more or less just recently stepped off of a freighter that had recently docked.

    Docking being the lighter means of classifying the freighters recent arrival onto this planet, setting down within the aptly named refugee’s gateway platform located perhaps no further than the slums were, hidden among a worn down industrial complex that had seen better days, the platform acted as nothing more than a low key docking area, where little Imperial care was paid to the ships that came and went from the platform, not because of the lack of security or negligence on the Imperial’s parts, but because the area was too high in volume to effectively police, large bulk freighters were the core of the daily arrival’s depositing small mountains of cargo containers before consuming another sizable quantity of containers before leaving. It was just the shear volume of the trade passed through that it would be impossible to effectively police all the content that passed through the complex.

    It was through this hole in the Security that she were able to slip through the immigration barriers, effectively jumping ship, not that she hadn’t done it before, for the past month she had worked from one freighter to the other, swiftly travelling the length of the universe, in order to keep just one step ahead of the Imperial port authorities based on Roonadan, that is if they were even actively seeking her out. Regardless if she were being pursued or not, she was following her dad’s request, for her to keep moving until she could find something that she could settle down within and make a life out of, as of yet she was still to find that something that she would want to actively become a part of, so for now she has simply gone from ship to ship earning her passage by performing routine maintenance aboard the freighters as they carried both her and the cargo between worlds.

    Stopping dead in her tracks, her head turning round to double check what she had believed to see through the pane of glass, an audibly excited “ooooooh” sound escaping the young figure’s lips as she pressed herself against the glass pane, her eyes focusing squarely on the long cylindrical object sat at the forefront of the shop display. “The FastTurn-3 mk2” The figure commented to herself, as she regarded the tool that was held on display. “Could do with a new hydro spanner, my FastTurn-2 is a bit battered” She continued, talking to no one in particular other than perhaps herself. With a dull thud, the figure’s duffle bag slid from her shoulder before falling onto the pavement below, swiftly followed by the figure as she knelt down onto the floor beside her bag.

    Rummaging through the bulk that made up the contents of her bag, her hands easing apart the various articles of clothing that had hastily been stuffed into the bag along side various tools, components and grease stained hand towels, until her fingers touched upon the canvas wrapping of her credits purse, situated at the very bottom of her bag. Drawing the small purse outwards, the figure unzipped the small canvas bag, before threading her fingers through the opening to riffle through the contents, the figure quickly counting the cumulative numerical value of the contents before looking towards the price tag that was sat upon the tool that had caught her attention. Keeping the credit purse in one hand, the other took hold of the duffel bag as the figure disappeared into the shop.

    Emerging several minutes later, the duffel bag now once again resting upon the figure’s shoulders the sole addition to the figure having entered the store was the branded bag that was clutched tightly within the figure’s left hand, clearly indicating that she had just purchased the tool on her moment of awe inspired impulse buying, something that would more or less be understandable for someone of mid teen age, of which the figure would fall under if one were to try to gauge her age by her appearance. Continuing back along the path she followed, her gaze darting from one side of the street to the other as the casual humming reverberated from her lips, her gaze raising as she regarded the gradual change in the type of business operations that were in place, gone were the simple goods stores, now replaced with various bars and inns and the occasional eatery.
     
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    Alika fixed her jacket collar and readjusted it over her shoulders as she hopped out of a hovertaxi, landing on the ground with a slight bend of her knees and scanning the surrounding environment with a blink of her eyes. She brushed a hand over the patch on her shoulder, setting off into the crowd while at the same time checking her schedule on a watch. A little time to burn...maybe. Not that she had anywhere to go, as the ship she was waiting for hadn't even docked yet. An inn with a flickering sign sat across the street from where she was, the spray of street water peppering the back of her calves as her ride sputtered away, leaving her with a scowl. The woman crossed the street. She was expecting a ship in a day's time to pick her up in hangar 6--as of now she needed to sit back and relax.

    A hand patted her credit pouch to check if she wasn't dead broke as Alika entered the inn, asking for a room to be scheduled for an hour from now ans finding no open space. Figured, with her luck. A finger drummed on her belt as she turned around with a thank you leaving her tongue, setting back out into the masses to look for another place to stay, something to eat, or anything to pass the time. Kaz could sleep on the street if she had to. Not like she hadn't before, and the snub blaster tucked in her shirt was more than enough protection.

    A flash of ginger hair caught her attention before she readjusted and looked for somewhere to grab food for cheap, preferably accepting rebels.

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    As the fiery haired teen continued with her leisurely stroll through the back streets winding away from the star port, her attention was pulled towards a series of binary beeps and tones. "Ok I know we're going the wrong way" the teen uttered, to any passers by it would look as if she was talking to herself and not to the droid that was hidden with her duffel bag. "But we got told to try the other path remember?" she added as she passed a female figure with dark hair stepped suddenly out of the threshold of an inn, forcing the young girl to abruptly side step out of the way and continue her path. "you're gonna have to stay mute now Ditto, you'll draw attention" the teen muttered through a hushed voice as she cast a cautionary glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention to her.

    Pursing her lips in thought the young teen scanned her gaze over the street briefly looking over the surrounding shop and bar fronts, her eyes and attention eventually setting on a rather run down looking military surplus store. Figuring it'd be enough to allow her to kill some time and allow the gathered crowd to move on to a new set of faces, thr fiery haired teen wandered over towards the shop from and casually looked over the display so to look like she was window shopping.

    As her vibrant emerald hued gaze continued to regard the collection of redundant imperial military clothing and equipment, the young girl dwelled on the instructions that was relayed to her. She was sent to the treasure ship bazaar to carry out some fit out works in a recently aquired facility hidden within the abandoned underground Selonian tunnel system that rand beneath the maze like streets or Corellia. Turning her gaze back along the street she was heading towards the teen spotted the landmarks given out to her, the Fell Swoop Cantina and Card's Tapcaf. A light grin crossed her features as she returned her attention back towards the surplus shop front for a few more minutes before making her way back towards her destination, as soon as she crossed drew level the young teen walked into the dead end alley way that ran between the two restaurants. "Ok Ditto unmute and keep your proximity sensors running" the teen spoke as she slipped deeper into the alley way towards a solitary trash compactor.
     
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    Alika passed a bright haired girl who seemed to be muttering to herself as though she were irritated at something. She stopped in her tracks once the ginger woman had gone, and turned around. Odd to say the least. And she wasn't really hungry, plus she really needed something to do before her heart exploded from its place in her chest from all the antsiness coursing through her veins. She tapped a rhythm on her hip as she walked the other direction, finding the girl scanning a surplus store of Imp junk while she ducked toward a food stand and ordered a kebab, taking it and paying without second thought. It was gone in a few seconds--maybe she was hungry after all--and Kaz had managed to meander through a few pricey shops when she saw Ginger heading away again.

    Alika knew what people looked like when they were trying to get somewhere sneakily. She couldn't guarantee that was the case here; this girl was pretty damn good at looking normal. The restaurant perusing almost made her lose interest, but then Ginger Girl ducked into an alley. There was nothing there but maybe food scraps. Homeless maybe? Certainly didn't look the part. A smirk rose on her face as she readjusted her jacket and entered the mouth of the alley, flicking the kebab stick into a nearby garbage bin. She stood there silent for a few moments, wondering if maybe she had just followed a random person throughout the market. That would just be awkward.
     
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    As the young firey haired teen drew to the end of the alleyway, she carefully slid her duffel bag off from her shoulders and lowered it onto the floor. Crouching down the young girl loosened the draw strings and opened the bag, allowing a blue hued metallic sphere to emerge and levitate slightly off balance around the young girl, it's vibrant blue optical receptors panning around briefly before focusing on its owner. Furrowing her brow the teen regarded the concealed droid before reaching out towards it to pull free a small article of clothing that had got snagged on its outer shell, warranting a series of tones to come from the droid "I know it's not ideal Ditto, but you know what it's like here, theyd want to run data sweeps of your memory core if you were out in the open" the teen responded as she hastily folded the undergarment and stuffed it Into her rucksack. "Trust me I'm not happy about it either, especially that you keep getting my knickers caught on your casing" she added lightly as she closed the bag back up.

    "keep an eye out will you?" the teen spoke as she placed the duffel bag atop a wooden crate, before squeezing her slight frame between the stacked crates butted up against the back wall. Slowly and attentively the young girl ran her hand along gib the bricks until she came across a small hole within the mortar. Carefully she adjusted her stance so that she was braced against the left most stack of crates and gave them a quick succession of shoves to reveal a concealed metal backing plate that had been covered over by the wooden boxes. As the teen prepared herself to follow through with the rest of her curious activity. A series of hushed metallic chirps emanated from the droid, forcing the fiery haired teen to snap her gaze towards the mouth of the alleyway. "Frack!" she muttered to herself, there was a tail and it looked as if it was the dark haired woman she almost bumped into earlier, this was the last thing she needed they had a tail, for several months now she had evaded the Imperial authorities and now here she was standing at the end of a seldom used alleyway trying appearing to be trying to recover some concealed artifact, in full view of some unknown woman who might as well be an imperial officer in plain clothing.

    Thinking on her feet the teen shuffled back over towards the duffel bag to rummage through for her tools, least if she could make it look as if she was about to do some maintenance on whatever was behind the crates then perhaps the female might pass. The last thing she needed now was to not only get lifted by the imperial authorities but also compromise one of the Corellia Rebel Cells safe houses.
     
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    Alika watched as the woman cursed and a series of alarms broke out from some kind of droid (judging from the sound emanating from a bag). She chuckled quietly while the girl pulled out a couple tools from her bag and acted like she was about to do something. The woman approached, stopping at the dumpster to smirk and think of something to say.

    "What's there to fix in this scrap heap? Nice tools you got there."

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    Well Kriff! This was it,she been rumbled. The Dark haired female had now started to move deeper into the alley way, closing the distance between them and effectively cutting off her means of escape. Now what to do, does the fiery haired teen do what she could to blag and bluff her way out of the situation by trying to pass off she was trying to fix the defunct compactor beside the wooden crates? Or should she stick to what so many of the operatives have constantly told her to do and eliminate the threat? No, she couldn't do that! Although she owned an old slug pistol and carried it concealed within her overalls, she had yet to actually use it beyond pointing it at a big target at the end of a range during her initial combat training.

    Not that the combat training went down well for the teen, she was much happier crawling her scrawny self amongst the various mechanical aspects of the rebellion to keep things running. fixing things yes, killing not so much but it seemed that regardless of her views, she still had to go through basic much to the reluctance of the teenager. The teenager who was now possibly having to call upon thpse teachings so to ensure she wasn't captured and tge local cell compromised.

    Her gaze pouted a little as the female smirked slightly, the line of questioning didn't really help either! There truly was very little to fix baring thr compactor, and even the Fiery haired teen knew from the instant she saw it, there was no kriffin hope in hell it would ever be fixed. Slowly and cautiously the emerald gaze scanned over the older woman, before settling upon a familiar looking squad marking, the insignia, casting a slight ray of hope, but there was still a chance that the jacket the woman was wearing belonged to someone else. But perhaps there was enough of a reason to test the waters, the teen smillied as she looked down at her assortment of tools. "Thanks..." she responded initially before trailing off as she reached over for her tool wrap, "...they each have a purpose, ya know?" she poiniently added as she unfurlled the canvas strip to reveal several more tools but also a similar styled marking to that on the dark haired womans jacket, yet this one bore a different series of symbols. Something that those who served within the growing rebellion would recognise as being the markings of the service corps, more precisely in the young girls case the specialist engineers.

    Once the tools had been fully laid out, and of course the secretive credentials displayed for the dark haired female to react to. The young girls emerald hued eyes intently studied the other female to gauge her reaction .whether she was a rebel or just someone who happened to have come across the jacket she would soon find out.
     
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    Alika watched as the girl rummaged through her toolbox, leaning against a wall slightly and waiting while she talked. She couldn't stay there forever though, and her eyes soon wandered as she sat up and roamed around, looking for that explosive sounding alarm that went off earlier. She looked back in time for the kid to reveal her tools, as well as what looked like a faded Rebel marking in the wrap. Her eyes narrowed a little as she knelt down and focused on the compactor, knowing enough about mechanics to know it was thoroughly kriffed. She readjusted her stance while she thought up something to say. The fact another Rebel was here was amazing, but..maybe this girl had just taken a cloth wrap off a dead guy so she could carry her tools easier?

    "Interesting. Name's Alika. Call me Kaz or Ali, if it's easier."

    She pointed to the marking.

    "What's that mean? Some kind of code or language?"

    It was fun to mess with people. Kaz also wanted to make sure she wasn't talking to a kid that would report this encounter to an Imp police group and have her ass arrested. She already had narrowly avoided that on Coruscant, and dealing with laying low on an Imperial world was hard enough. As for those beeping sounds, that'd have to wait till she learned more.
     
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    Casting a wide cheerful smile almost instinctively as the dark haired female introduced herself, the young teen looked up from her assortment of tools to safe the older woman. " Eisa" she offered "though everyone calls me titch" she added with a bright grin crossing her lips. Laughing inwardly at the inside joke that seemed to follow her namesake, given the young teens very slight stature she often found herself being nominated to carry out the maintentce work within very tight spaces that many of her more burly and muscular framed colleagues wouldn't dare attempt to squeeze into.

    Her gaze soon followed the directed gesture towards the symbols on her tool wrapping, before narrowing slightly as she looked briefly back to the other woman, a slight bit of relief crossing her mind. Most would have paid little attention to the markings thinking them nothing more than simple branding by the manufacturer, to those more knowledgeable there was a significant meaning behind them. "Oh those, they're just identity tags for my trade" Eisa spoke out casually as she looked back over the tools.

    "It's something the people I work for do, just so other maintenance crews know what department I'm from, you know?" she added before running a finger over the symbols "That's where my department is based, that means I'm a spanner monkey, and those show what I specialise in like systems repair, out fitting and even light craft maintenance" she explained, as she finished off with her finger tracing around a large grouping of sigils that noted her specialities. Something that perhaps seemed to imply that either the young girl was perhaps either over generalizing her skillset, or given her age was naturally gifted with machines. A light smile crossed Eisa s features as she returned her gaze to Kaz, figuring that what she had explained would be vague enough to not incriminate her, but enough to show to a fellow member of the rebellion that she was who she claimed to be.
     
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    Alika looked at the symbols on the wrap as the girl introduced herself as Eisa, or 'Titch'. An odd nickname to be sure, the origin of which surely as odd as it alone. She let herself smile as best as she could while the younger woman flashed her teeth. Eisa then began explaining what the tags on her cloth wrap meant, to which Kaz found a small bit of amusement just because of the circumstance. So this girl knew her stuff. At least a little bit. She read the markings, too. Same as Alika, who took a hand to rub the patch on her jacket as she knelt down and looked back at the alley.

    "Nice to see a friendly face besides the bunch I've been dealing with."

    Kaz looked at the tools laid out in front of them as she put on a convincing smile.
    "I don't think I need to tell you about my patch...so what's someone like you doing on a hellhole like this? I didn't think there were enough of us to end up meeting in a backwater rock."

    Alika held out her hand to shake and rose an eyebrow slightly.
    "Now what about that thing that beeps all the time? That's no hydrospanner."
     
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    The cheerful grin on the young fiery haired teenager, brightened as Kaz spoke out commenting about being able to see a friendly face, nodding briefly in agreement before her gaze followed the older female's gaze back down to her tools before drawing attention to the patch sewn onto the arm of her jacket, before shaking her head briefly. There was no need for the dark haired female to elaborate on her patch, if she was able to understand and accept the veiled admission of her knowledge Eisa's own collection of Rebel insignia that was sufficient confirmation enough that she was talking to a fellow member of the rebellion. "It's all good, I kinda know what your patch is for" She added lightly with a shrug. Her brow furrowing slightly as Alika continued to query why she was out on Corellia, more thinking as to how veil her words just on the off chance any one was in earshot. "Mostly doing some outfitting for a new office" she responded hoping that would be enough, "the company are looking to expand their operations" she added before turning her attention back to her tools and gathered them back up and stuffing them into the open pouch on her duffel bag.

    Turning her attention back to the older female, to see that she was being offered a hand. The firey haired teen quickly looked down to her hand, narrowing her eyes slightly at the grease stains still present. Qucikly rubbing the grime off her hand against her overalls before taking the offered hand and giving it a friendly shake, before a light chuckle escaped her lips in response to the question about the periodic beeping that was following her. "Oh thats Ditto!" she remarked casually as she lifted her duffel bag off the ground and slung it over her shoulder before motioning for Alika to follow her. "Keep an eye out will you" she added before pacing back to the section of the dead end wall that she had originally been standing at.

    Swiftly she ran her hand along the bricks and relocated the small hole, before sliding a pinky finger into the gap and pressed her foot against the metal plate that was hidden by the crate. A light buzzing sound could be heard as the hidden scanner concealed within the wall read the young teen's finger print, as soon as Eisa's identity was confirmed the stack of crates slowly slid forward, revealing a growing aperture in the ground where the permacrete. Casting a quick look over towards Kaz, the teen motioned for her to follow before quickly clambering down the concealed ladder. As she waited for the older woman to descend into the tunnel, the fiery haired teen knelt down beside her bag, opening the main compartment and allowing a small metallic sphere to spring out and hover about the young girl, lingering mostly within the shadows of the unlit tunnel the two rebels had entered.

    Once the dark haired female had touched down on the floor of the tunnel, Eisa reached over and flipped a switch forcing the recently revealed hidden entrance to close back up. "Ditto give us a spot light" the young girl spoke out, a series of beeps and chirps rang out in acknowledgement before the optical receptors of the hovering droid flashed up into a blue hued light. "I was getting to that ditto" Eisa commented to the droid before gesturing to Alika, "This is Alika she's another rebel, Alika this is D1-T0, but you can call him Ditto" she added introducing the droid and the other rebel operative to each other.

    "Come on Kaz, i'll give you the tour" Eisa spoke as she slung the straps of her duffel bag, back over her shoulder before leading the dark haired female down the abandoned tunnel, the group made their way deeper into the dark tunnel, with the hovering droid floating up ahead illuminating their path before eventually coming to a stop at another dead end. With a sudden hiss the outer shell of the droid sprang open revealing a almost insect like body concealed within the hovering sphere, the droid spun round to face Eisa before returning it's attention back to the wall and extending an interface probe and inserting it into a terminal port concealed behind a rusted hole in the iron grating on the wall.

    With a dull grinding sound the wall swung open, to reveal a concealed cavernous chamber. Ducking through the opening Eisa stepped into the room before clapping her hands, switching on the banks of lights within the room revealing the hidden base. "Welcome to Bordellos Base" Eisa cheerfully announced as she spun round to face the dark haired female. "Its not much to look at now but it's mostly up and runng" she added whilst guesting over towards the bank of ancient looking computers and surveillance equipment, most of which looked as if it had been stolen. "That's the surveying bank, but i need to source a few more bits to get it running, over there is our stock pile" She continued as she waved over towards several stacks of crates and drums "Rations, ammo and i think there are some weapons, no wait they're still to be smuggled in" the fiery haired teen noted as she pointed at each individual collection of crates and foot lockers.

    Pacing over towards the right the teen continued deeper into the chamber, moving over towards a make shift living space comprising of several rows of bunks and military cots, a collection of worn sofas and tables with various camping stoves. Slinging the duffel bag unceremoniously off of her shoulder and onto one of the lower bunks. "And this is the Den" she spoke out as she returned her attention to the visiting rebel agent. "Its not much, but there is supposed to be some proper dorms being built soon" she added before slumping down on the near by sofa. "You can crash here if you need to for a bit?" Eisa offered with a tilted head as the hovering insect like droid buzzled around the teen before landing beside and scuttling next to its owner. "If you need to report in to command I can help you get set up" she added with her ever present cheerful grin being cast to the other rebel whilst she fished out w charge pack from her pocket to plug into her droid.

    OOC Sorry got a bit carried away LOL
     
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    Alika nodded. Ditto, huh? Of the interesting droid names she'd heard of all too frequently, that one had to have a story. As for now, that'd have to wait as she kept watch down the alley. She followed Eisa around while the housewarming tour was given, nodding to each thing in amazement. She had no idea the Rebellion was this deeply connected. In fact, she had begun to think that maybe there were only a few ships left, hardly plenty to call a rebellion in the first place. Evidently she was wrong.

    "Nothing to call to command about. As for the invite on the brief sleepover, I'm more than happy to. As it's free of charge."

    Ah well. The hotel could find someone else who wanted that room more anyways. She sat down and thumbed the collar of her jacket, eyeing her surroundings.

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    Smiling as she nodded in understanding, the fiery haired teen looked over towards the bunks behind her. "That's ok will fix ya up with a bunk, can have mine if you want?" she offered as she returned her gaze back to Alika, "I get dibs on the good bedding, don't like those military woolen blankets..Too scratchey!" she continued as she pushed herself back up onto her feet, the small droid scuttling off of her lap and onto the sofa, casting a few low toned beeps. "I had to get up Ditto, Kaz can't sleep in my bunk if my stuff is hogging up the space" Eisa remarked at the droid. "Sometimes you're as needy as a nexu pup I tells ya" she added with a light chuckle as she reached down into the bunk and retrieved her bag before dropping it at the foot of the sofa.

    Looking back over towards her droid briefly as it sat docked into the portable power pack, Eisa rolled her eyes slightly in bemusement. Most droids tended to develop quirks in their personalities after prolonged run time, Ditto on the other hand? Well Eisa was to blame for that one. "Well that's your bunk fixed up, if you wanna grab some shut eye, I'll leave you to it, gotta finish up some interfacing on the computer terminals" the fiery teen spoke as she returned her attention to the visiting rebel. "Its mostly wiring so I shouldn't make to much noise" she added, more in the hope to reassure the woman that if she wanted to settle down she wouldn't have to do so in the midst of a racket.

    Turning her focus back to her droid, the fiery haired teen raised an eyebrow as it started to shake the battery pack as if it were w ketchup bottle trying to get the last few drops out of it. Shaking her head Eisa bit on her lip briefly. "Come on Ditto let's get you hooked up to your station" she spoke out as she held her arm out to the side. The small droid springing to its spindly appendages and scuttled along the sofa and up onto the teens arm before perching up on her shoulder. "Is there anything that I can get for you Kaz?" Eisa offered cheerfully as she turned her attention back to the dark haired female, stepping forward slightly so she could lean over the back of the sofa.
     
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    Alika shook her head at the offer for Eisa's bunk. She wouldn't be that intrusive. No, not this time. Maybe if it was some middle aged rich mansion owner, sure, but this was a fellow rebel through and through. And a good natured one at that. Serious people weren't a joy to be around all the time. Of course, it looked like she had no say in the matter and the girl immediately fixed herself a place on the couch, much to the chagrin of Ditto the Kriffing Alarm Clock. She smirked and then said her thanks as she fell down onto the bunk, immediately regretting her decision but also feeling her exhaustion from the past week. Hitching a ride with random shuttles usually gave a person a few hours of sleep at best.

    None at worst. She was still figuring out where she was on that spectrum.
    "Not loud? Trust me, I can sleep through a spacecraft engine whining in my ear. Chaos and me like to work together."

    Especially after her little jump start. She laid flat on the bunk and pulled off her boots for the first time in probably four days and pulled off her jacket, dropping it in a roll over the pair of boots as she brought her legs back into the bunk.

    "No, I'm fine for now. Maybe a good looking guy with a bottle of beer, but that ain't happening."

    She paused for a moment, realizing how empty the place was. Her eyes opened while her brow furrowed and the arms crossed behind her head moved.
    "Hey..what happened to everyone else? Isn't there normally at least one other person, or was this just empty? Do you know?"
     
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    A light chuckle escaped the young teens lips, as Kaz spoke of being able to sleep with the sounds of a ship engine ringing in her ears. "I know what you mean, I used to have a hammock in the engine room of my dad's ship, was born a space brat so was used to it" Eisa commented as she walked over off to the side to retrieve a small tool box and bring it back to the living area of the rebels clandestine Base.

    Periodically she raised her attention from rifling through the assortment of components and wires as Kaz spoke out about a bottle of beer and a handsome guy as she stretched out on the bunk. "There are beers here somewhere, but the others have hidden them, am too young apparently!" she explained with a light shrug, despite her protests about having had a few beers with her former crew, the rebels stationed in the cell reckoned it was safer to hide the booze, too much of a risk letting their mechanic have a few whilst she tinkers away with the bases critical systems. "As for good looking guys... Well can't say for this lot, some are old enough to be my dad, but they're all like big brothers or uncles to me" she added with a bright grin before winding some cables round into a loop and stuffing them into a pocket for later.

    Closing up the lid of the tool box, and setting it down to the side before starting to make her way over to the cluster of computer terminals, pausing in her stride as Kaz asked about the whereabouts of the other rebels. Spinning round on her feet, her hair fluttering like a wave of flames due to the brightly coloured layers of hair dye. "Umm... Lanky Joe, trigger and trapz are out... Think they where off to gather Intel on the imperial ship yard, but they won't be back for another week. And I think Dutch and Lucky are meeting our smuggler over in the slums, think they're back later this evening" Eisa spoke cheerfully as she filled Kaz in with the whereabouts of the members of the rebel cell who where based here. "For the moment I'm the designated guardian as I'm pretty much here all the time except when need to go out to dealers to get parts, but they'll be back soon enough, hopefully you might catch em after your nap" the fiery haired teen continued whilst she coaxed Ditto off of the shoulder it was perched onto over onto her other shoulder.
     
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