By Kika'lekki, she didn't remember this route being so small. 

Ivaadi pulled herself through a tight section, a frown on her lips. No she certainly didn't remember this section being so enclosed. Then again she hadn't been down this section in a while. Vi was currently in what were most likely air ducts that went through the majority of Mahuva's palace. Unfortunately they didn't lead to the outside. If they had Vi certainly wouldn't be here anymore. But still they were a good way to get around when she should be in a room with all the other slaves that didn't have any specific job to do at that moment. This was much preferred to [i]that[/i]. She did quite like small spaces and being alone so it all suited her. The risk of being caught sneaking about was minimal unless she made a lot of noise, something she certainly wouldn't do. She wasn't going to let anyone discover what she used to get around. It would be quite obvious that she wasn't meant to be up here. After all the metal band around her neck quite obviously marked her as a slave. Not to mention her skin colour. There were only so many red twi'lek running around. In fact she was sure she was the only one. And if there were any free female twi'lek of this colour... well she was yet to hear of one.

It would of course be less suspicious if she got out and just walked around. It would probably be assumed that she had some kind of task to perform, a letter to deliver or a place to be. Up here it was quite obvious she was doing something suspicious. But here she couldn't be found. It was pretty perfect. Also great for overhearing all sorts of secret conversations. She got to see quite a lot as well if she found a vent in the right spot. Sometimes she would just watch the people that worked around the palace as they went about their daily business. Some worked here out of choice while others did it to pay off whatever debt they had to the Hutt. It was fun to try and guess which category people fell under.

At the moment Vi wasn't really sure where she was going. Well, she knew she was heading in the direction of the place most of the mechanics worked but she didn't really know where she wanted to go. She could just find a comfortable but hidden spot and camp out there for the day so no one could find her, if she was needed. But where was the fun in that? She would eventually get bored. There was only so much she could take of her own thoughts. They got rather irritating after a while.

Before she even knew it Vi was over the area used by most mechanics to work. Shrugging slightly she lay just in front of a grate, giving her a few of the people working down below but meaning she would only be seen if someone looked hard enough. Most people tended not to look. She lay down on her stomach, propping her head up with her hands. It was surprisingly comfortable, the heat of the confined space not really bothering her. Though she did not remember much of her six years on Ryloth she did remember the oppressive heat, the sun so strong that most of them lived underground. This didn't bother her.

She'd only been watching in half interest for a few moments when a loud, and unexpected, bang caused her to jump, hitting her head against the metal above her. A stream of swear words, both in Rylothean and Basic, were muttered under her breath as she rubbed her left lekku. Frotz, that had hurt! Grumbling quietly Vi pushed herself into a hunched over sitting position and continued to gently rub her now sore lekku. Well that was a first. She had never hit her head. What a bother.

Ivaadi didn't even consider the fact that both banging her head, and the curse words that followed, had made a reasonable amount of noise.