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07 flopped onto his surprisingly comfortable bunk, accidentally knocking his knuckle plate onto the floor. The vibroblade shot out, a clear ring as it collided with the floor. "Fierfek," he muttered, rolling off and kneeling down to pick it up. He withdrew the blade, placing it neatly back with the rest of the set. He massaged the back of his stiff neck with his fingers, groaning in disgust at the smell of his own sweat. It had been some time since he last had a shower, and he wasn't too comfortable with himself now in the clean and open space. He stepped out of his quarters, wanting to explore even in his exhausted condition.
He set foot onto the smooth tiled floor of the corridor- the lights now darkened for power saving purposes. Although dim, the contours of the doorways to the other cells could still be seen. He opened the door to the first cell, which was just across from his own room. It slid open, the paneled lights lining the top of the walls flickered to life as he walked in. A restroom was all that was found in there, complete with a refresher and sink. He exited it, opening the door just next to that. The next cell wasn't as brightly lit, with stacks of boxes and crates set along the walls in an orderly fashion. They were all labeled in Basic, ranging from emergency supplies to spare parts. He ran a finger along the handle of a peculiarly built sniper rifle mounted on the wall, and he lifted it up off of its perch with care. It was black and surprisingly heavy, weighing what Sev guessed to be a good 14 kilograms. He held it tightly to his shoulder, testing the feeling of it in his arms. Although the weight was a lot more different than what he was particularly used to, it had a comfortable feel in his arms. He returned it to its position between two other rifles, picking up one of the bullets arranged in small boxes organized on the table in front of him. The one in particular he had picked up seemed to be around 26 grams, the metal somewhat dull but smooth. He tucked it back into the empty slot, giving one last look at the weapons before leaving. As unusual as the rifles seemed, he was anxious to see how they would fare in combat. Standing back in the hall, he looked at the one cell he hadn't looked into; the one right next to his own. A feeling in his gut told him that it was most likely Marena's cabin, but curiosity drove him to enter.
The room itself was messy, but showed hints of the owner's personality in its arrangement. Items of strange designs were scattered along the lengths of the area, including piles of novels in various alien languages. Oddly, it seemed as though her room was smaller than his own, with the claustrophobic illusion created from the diverse assortment of armor and furniture blocking the light panels. A single piece caught his eye- a chest plate welded together with various pieces of metal in an intricate design. It was shaped to match the curves of Marena's torso, something that caused the commando to flame and quickly put it down. He set it on top of a scrap of paper that was shiny and somewhat smooth, an image printed on it. Picking it up, Sev gazed at the faded picture with a type of fascination, staring at one of the people captured in a long since passed moment. She had a familiar face; cheery and carefree, but with a hint of seriousness. Her arm was draped around the neck of a little girl, who was squeezed into the chest of the older woman. The child had an irritated look on her face, but didn't seem to be fully angry. Delta-07 peered at the girl's features, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he realized it to be that of the bounty hunter he was with. He dropped the photo, swiftly retreating from the room as he did. Now fully awake from his amazement at the discovery, he climbed back up into the cockpit. Marena took no notice of his entry, or at least was concealing her observation well. She kept her eyes on the stars, glancing every now and then to the screens monitoring the fuel supplies and ship status. Through the corner of her eye, she took a quick look at her companion.

"You look tired." She said, finally after a brief silence. RC-1207 had just sat down in the co-pilot's chair, beginning to strap himself in. He looked at her with an intrigued inspection as she tugged at a paper cup next to her, placing it on a small shelf before pressing a few buttons. A hum could be heard from the device as water could be heard running through it, and she lifted the lid by its silvery gray handle to reveal the compartment inside. A small click sounded, and he looked upon the spectacle with mild bemusement. Marena fished out a small bag from a tiny box, folding it with her fingers and tucking it into the cylinder. She closed it, pressing one of the glowing blue buttons as she did. The liquid poured out, filling the container with a clear magenta fluid. Steam rose faintly from the cup as she handed it to him, keeping her eyes locked on the empty space in front of her. "Drink this, the caffeine should keep you up for a bit."
"What is it?" He asked, eyeing it suspiciously. It had a fragrant scent, and was rather warm in his hands.
"Just drink it. It's not like it'll kill you."
He narrowed his eyes, but did as he was told. The beverage was sweet, reminding him of the shig that trainer Kal Skirata used to drink. Sev licked his lips tentatively, the heat keeping him warm in the cold of space. "Reminds me of the behot used in shig."
"Wouldn't know what that is." Marena shrugged, looking at the fuel cell monitors. "Shit."
"What?" The clone asked as she hurriedly began to change their coordinates. She was right when she said that the drink would energize him. Things began to feel as though they were going at a normal pace again, so they began to process in his mind faster than before. "What is it?"
The bounty hunter continued typing codes, furrowing her brow as she waited for the ship to locate a nearby planet. A small chirp sounded, and she cursed silently. She turned back to the wheel, taking one last glance at the fuel percentages.
"It looks like I should have replaced the fuel cells before I left for Kashyyyk."
"Are you kidding me?" He said, frowning.
"No, I'm not kidding," she replied sternly. She flicked a few switches, turning off some of the other facilities in the ship. The cockpit went almost completely dark as she was in power saving mode. "We're still in the Mid Rim, and the nearest planet available to us is Nal Hutta. It's controlled by the Hutts, and I don't have much of a good relationship with those guys, so let's try to keep our presence discreet, okay?"
"I wouldn't have to worry about that," Sev retorted, rolling his eyes. Marena scoffed, raising an eyebrow.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"

When 07 didn't answer, she sniffed in disdain, grumbling in annoyance.