Salas Zen sat on the floor of the port quarters, or rather floated about half a meter above it in deep meditation. Pieces of his lightsaber floated in front of him as he attempted to improve it for the third time this week. While his personal crystal was slightly out of alignment with him, which he corrected, he could find no other problems with it. He reached into his pocket and drew out a better power cell, which floated into the mass of lightsaber parts as the old cell left it. He focused energy on the mass of parts and, when he believed it was ready, he assembled the pieces together. It continued to float in front of him and he searched for errors in construction.
"You finished?" he heard a woman say in slightly accented basic.
He floated upwards, along with his lightsaber, until he could unfold his legs. He opened his eyes, grabbing the lightsaber that floated before him, then let himself fall the centimeter to the ground. "Close enough. Hello Sheron."
"Hello, Salas. Have you finished the upgrades?" Sheron Les asked, referring to the encryption and position scrambling devices she had asked for.
"Yes, I finished them." he said, a bit annoyed that she was pestering him about it. "I'm running calibration checks on the position scrambler, and the computer is testing encryption protocols. It will be ready when we launch."
"Good." she said, as he walked by her to return to the computer room just before the bridge. "By the way, several crates of Corellian whiskey were just loaded into the cargo bay. I assume they are yours?" She followed him to the computer room.
"Yeah, they're mine." he said. "I thought that we could give them to the aliens we come across, or use them for trade. Does that sound good, Mrs. Diplomat?"
She nodded. "That's a good idea. I doubt most Jedi would have thought of using alcohol for trade." She stood there for a while, watching him as he ran more test programs on the ship's computer. When she grew too bored she broke the silence. "So, how about a game of Pazaak? I've got credits."
He started one more program, then nodded. "Sure." He got up and walked into the common area to the Pazaak board. "You coming?" he asked as he pulled out his side deck.
"You finished?" he heard a woman say in slightly accented basic.
He floated upwards, along with his lightsaber, until he could unfold his legs. He opened his eyes, grabbing the lightsaber that floated before him, then let himself fall the centimeter to the ground. "Close enough. Hello Sheron."
"Hello, Salas. Have you finished the upgrades?" Sheron Les asked, referring to the encryption and position scrambling devices she had asked for.
"Yes, I finished them." he said, a bit annoyed that she was pestering him about it. "I'm running calibration checks on the position scrambler, and the computer is testing encryption protocols. It will be ready when we launch."
"Good." she said, as he walked by her to return to the computer room just before the bridge. "By the way, several crates of Corellian whiskey were just loaded into the cargo bay. I assume they are yours?" She followed him to the computer room.
"Yeah, they're mine." he said. "I thought that we could give them to the aliens we come across, or use them for trade. Does that sound good, Mrs. Diplomat?"
She nodded. "That's a good idea. I doubt most Jedi would have thought of using alcohol for trade." She stood there for a while, watching him as he ran more test programs on the ship's computer. When she grew too bored she broke the silence. "So, how about a game of Pazaak? I've got credits."
He started one more program, then nodded. "Sure." He got up and walked into the common area to the Pazaak board. "You coming?" he asked as he pulled out his side deck.