[center]~|Day 1, 18:15 GST|~ 
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Food Storage |~[/center]

It had taken forever to locate a safe spot. 

Though sadly, it was less than ideal Navi thought bitterly. Subtly, his gears grounded and created friction, trying to warm himself and barely able to starve off the bitter chill caused by his current hiding place. Frost collected over his surface and spread, thinly veining in the form of a thin ice layer as he stood upright. His legs shaking off the ice and making it crackle while he shifted to prevent himself from being frozen in place. Gingerly Navi started to crab walk down one of the Kaggath’s refrigerator unit side then onto the metal grate flooring. His eyes swerved around to spot the several crates and storages within the storage, quickly registering his location as the food storage. 

He hated the cold ever since their last mission, the planet covered in ice and chill save for one tropical area created by artificial means. There was a prison unlike any other and the reason Xid, his creator, never came back the same. His legs clicked across the  metal bring him to the nearest shelving unit. Pausing, the droid looked upward to spot another vent entrance and then glanced at the frame work on the shelf. A plan forming in his computer, Navi edged forward to the lowest shelf before reaching for the next and the one after. Slow he began to make his way upward, edging toward the cold room’s misting vents and likely to the other places within the ship. Ones more suitable to his mission: Seek out Xid and the other captives. 

He had last spotted the troopers loading them forty- five minutes ago yet he became separated when the men started to shift the prisoners into the ship, preventing him from following the others into the main complex. It annoyed the little machine to no ends having to detour to avoid capture but it was better than the alternative. 

The Last thing he wanted was someone digging and slicing into his memory banks. The mere thought of anyone accessing secrets, from past missions to recent interaction, made the droid unease. Enough that he shuddered involuntarily at the thought of being taken apart while he continued placed one leg at the bottom shelf and began to scale up the side. As it moved up, Navi noticed the metal rack was filled with the uncut and unprepared fruits and veggies, their origins ranged from various worlds according to his memory, his legs careful never to disturb a single one during his climb. Half way there, a sound made his actions still suddenly. It was hiss of door immediately opening  as a man, dressed in a dark cook hat and apron, a cook apparently, casually walked inward. His path took him right toward Navi’s original position where he leaned down and reached in, his hand touching cold meat cuts, freshly chopped and butchered, before righting himself upright again. A large, thigh chuck cradled in his arm while edge back to the door, bypassing the shelf where the droid had once been. 

Overhead, Navi watched the man leave, his figure paused enough to slam the door shut behind him, then started to move once more. He jumped up then popped out his magnetic grapple hook to secure himself in place, then began to work the bolts loose and vanish once more down the vent system.