Dry foodstuffs - at least a month’s worth, if they did proper rationing.

Spare parts - a wide array; he’ll likely need to see about organizing those.

More spare parts - some of these didn’t look like they’d get more than a few creds at a swap meet.

Knick-knacks - Looks like memorabilia; maybe stuff that they didn’t wanna look at, but couldn’t get rid of.

A locked crate - Not messing with that.

Buncha clothes - Looks like…disguises, maybe?

Wow…spare hyperfuel - Oh wait. Just empty canisters. Wonder when [i]these[/i] are getting refilled?

Med supplies - the stuff Zane swiped on Lotho, and some older stuff that the kid found in there.

Annnnd, the crate of spare weapons - stun batons, case of concussion grenades, a few E-11s. Looks like maybe a few more things?

Wait…what the kriff was that noise? The crash outside broke him out of his rhythm. He started walking across the metal grating of the port-side cargo bay, his slightly-oversized boots clanking on the metal, making his way to the door. He reached his hand up to open it - locked. The kark? Pressed the button again - still nothing. What was that frackin’ override again? He tried a combination; nope. Tried another one; still no dice. The trill of the keypad was actually starting to get a bit annoying, if he was being honest. Did he really forget the karkin’ password? No way.

[color=cyan]”Seriously?! Wait, no. It was…kriff me, I can’t remember!”[/color]

He took a deep breath, exhaling frustratedly as he tried three more combinations. The denial tone was taunting him now. Throwing all caution to the wind, he reached into his appropriated tech belt, grabbing out the slicer kit. He could hear muffled voices outside - Wrench was there, and it sounded like…a female’s voice? Not Aellyn’s though. Not the right timbre. Why the kriff was this door even locked?! The kid was really starting to get annoyed now. Popping the cover with the small tech tool, he looked at the mess of circuitry and wiring within.

[color=cyan]”Who even kriffin’ [i]wired[/i] this thing?!”[/color]

No sense in yappin’ about it. Time to work.

Zane continued to draw the wiring out of the panel, eventually pulling the excess all out and letting it fall toward the floor. It almost reached the grating. Finally seeing the zeta plugs on the circuitry, he began using his set of tools to start the bypass.

First try, kriffin’ thing shorted.

Sparks flew, and Zane was startled, flinching like he’d just been shocked. He hadn’t, but the shock to his system felt real enough.

[color=cyan]”Frack my life.”[/color]

Zane spent the better part of the next [i]two and a half hours[/i] trying to restore power to the small panel. When it sprung back to life, he was actually as excited as he would have been if he’d actually opened the door. And then, it hit him.

The sudden need to pee.

It wasn’t a small sensation, either. It had sprung up on him quicker than a gundark tackling a nuna in the fields. The kid cursed his luck, and actually started to look around the bay to see if he had any alternate options. He could only imagine how upset Fel would be if he had to pee in a corner or something. Well, so long as he didn’t think about waterfalls or running faucets - kark, he just did.

Another hour passed, and the young scrapper was now streaming beads of sweat down his forehead. The stress was real. He had tried thirteen different circuit combinations, splicing twelve sets of wires, and stang-near overloading the ionic capacitor - nothing was working. His need to urinate had become a biological imperative at this point. His breath was coming out in ragged huffs, and he was wiping his forehead with the back of his sleeve, which was fairly drenched now.

A small whimper escaped his lips as he came down to the last few circuit combinations. The panel’s interior was covered in scorch marks and slightly-melted wiring covers, to say nothing of the ton and a half wires that were strewn out and pinned up along the bulkhead beams. It looked like a bunch of ooglaks had gotten into the cargo bay - maybe that’s who Zane could blame all of this on. Yup. We picked up a bunch of ooglaks on Abilene. They’re all gone now though. The kid had vaporized them. He yelled at them, “How dare you mess up Cap’n Fel’s ship like that?” and [i]poof[/i] - pink mist.

Another short. Wait…the door slid open.

[color=cyan]”[i]Kriff[/i] yes!!!"[/color]

The kid shouted so loud that the nearby bulkheads sang like they had been struck. Standing up, he darted out of the hold, not caring if anyone was standing nearby. Boots hit the floor panels like a stampede of Banthas running across the dunes as he shot into the nearby ‘fresher.

And then, finally…relief.