[hr][center][code][/code][/center][hr] [code], meditation had something of a calming effect on you. You know from your Force training what this technique was, you've seen it done many times in the battlefield, where a powerful Force user could bolster the spirits of their allies or make their enemies tremble with fear. There was something about this power that caused your fear and insecurities to subside for the time being, allowing you to think with much greater clarity and act with more confidence. As a result, you receive a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls for 1 hour. Continuing on, all of the different conversations happening right now, such as the one between Woo'rah and , and and , and with meditating, no one was really left to notice you pull out the remains of your weapon... no one except the captain, that is. He didn't seem necessarily bothered by the presence of the broken device, but he looked at you with a stern gaze that suggested it might not be such a wise idea to so carelessly show it off in the open. He glanced between you and the pocket it came from and that was that, and he looked back at the rest of the crew. , Your jabs at Woo'rah's height and originality didn't look as though they unsettled her very much. In fact she looked rather satisfied, as if she had somehow won in a battle of temperament of some kind, probably taking your comeback as a defensive reprisal to her teasing. Regardless, her smug attitude reverted back to the bored expression you first saw her with as you explained the risks of a bad seal in the combustion chamber, almost to the point where it's hard to tell if she's still paying attention.[/code] Woo'rah idly chewed on the chewstim, leaning her back against the workbench as she sat on the flexiglass container as she "listened" to [code][/code] lecture on engineering. Though she didn't look very impressed, she did at least give him a shrug, as if that was a sufficient enough gesture of acknowledgement. In a brief lapse in her chewing and blowing pink bubbles, she did say, "Well, you know what you're talking about. I'll give you that." The twi'lek sat up in her seat and grabbed one of the empty mini-missile shells lying on the workbench, and held it in front of [code][/code] face. She continued, "These babies don't work if I don't have the proper seal on them. Jump packs are basically two missiles strapped to somebody crazy enough to try it. Grenades and mines, they work the same way - sort of. You can't just half-ass the seal if you want a good [i]pop![/i] If I couldn't fix the damn thing myself, I'd already be dead." She leaned back again and returned the shell to its spot on the bench. "I appreciate the concern sweetie, but stay in your lane." [code], There was a moment of realness there that one might not have expected to see in her when you first met a couple minutes ago. No snappy comebacks, smart-ass remarks, or dismissive comments - she talked to you on an equal level of sorts, likely out of respect for your profession. Still, there was a sense of pique that betrayed her otherwise polite answer. She certainly comes across as a woman who is prideful in what she's good at, and considering how many twi'lek girls were sold into slavery or became indentured, it takes a little imagination to figure how she got to this point. [/code] "Alright, I think we've been gabbing long enough. Let's get to showing you lot the ship." Varen declared, gathering all of the crew's attention. He was quick and snappy with his address, and while he didn't appear particularly impatient, he was at least eager to get orientation over and done with for everyone's sake if not his own. He stretched his arms out, gesturing to the cargo hold everyone was in. "Right now we're in the cargo hold. This hold can carry up to forty tons of cargo, is approximately twelve by ten meters, and comes equipped with a junk receptacle and a workshop." The captain pointed at [code][/code] and explained, "If something that's not the ship needs to be worked on, you come here. You will have to share with Woo'rah, however. Learn how to coordinate and prioritize your time management." The twi'lek woman casually strolled from one side of the party to the other, making a bee-line towards a hammock that was stretched between two large cargo crates which were secured and tightly fastened to the starboard wall of the hull. It was high up enough that Woo'rah had to pull herself up before she could let her back fall into the hammock, but when she did, she cradled her head with her arms as she rocked side to side with it with one of her legs carelessly hanging down from the side of the hammock. Varen continued, "You already know where the two boarding ramps are at the aft of the Phoenix - one on the port side and one on the starboard side. Facing the fore, these 578-R models come with two forward crawl spaces on the port and starboard sides with the stairwell to the upper deck in-between. It leads directly to the bridge. This ship has been refurbished to that both of these crawlspaces serve as crew cabins. The starboard side is the captain's cabin - [i]my[/i] cabin. You can find me there or on the bridge most of the time if I'm not making my rounds. The port side..." The captain pointed at [code][/code]. "That cabin goes to the ship's pilot. I'm warning you lot right now that the cabins upstairs will not be as comfortable. They are right next door to the engine room and the walls are not soundproof, but I must have my pilot be well-rested and as close as possible to the bridge so that he can respond in a moment's notice." "I'm a special case." Woo'rah sarcastically inserted, staring at the ceiling from her place in the hammock. Varen ignored her and looked at the rest of the crew. "Bo is a droid, and they don't have much use for bunks. So Bo, when Baarsuth turns in, you stay on the bridge. I don't want the cockpits unmanned for any reason. The rest of you can sort out your cabins upstairs however you like. They fit two people each," he said looking at [code][/code], [code][/code], and [code][/code], “but I would prefer if Zekha stayed in the port side cabin, since the the blast door to the engine room is through there. Are there any questions before we head upstairs?”