A Place Of My Own A Ship Apart (OPEN)

[Celiana]

Having concluded yet another training session with another instructor Celiana had gone looking for the Grandmaster of the enclave. After meeting with him briefly Celiana had headed to the enclave library to retrieve her boots and other belongings. Having gone barefoot most of the day she pulled her boots back on and headed towards the Enclave hangars. The smell of coolant and grease washed back over her like a wave. The sounds of engines and power tools greeted her ears like the voice of an old friend.

As she entered the enclave hangars Celiana opened herself to The Force and after listening sensed the mechanical strain of a conveyor belt that was tightened down too far. Looking or rather casting her senses outwards she found a tool lying on a workbench and after giving it a cursory look slightly loosened the bolt that was causing the belt to strain too hard. After loosening the bolt Celiana felt rather than heard the tension leave the machinery. A smile crept onto her face as she put the tool back and headed towards an open doorway and entered a hallway with quarters for the hangar crew among others.

Smiling a little wider she walked down the hall and through an open door to decently sized quarters and a place that she could call home.

 

[Celiana]

Laying her bag down on her bunk Celiana simply sat there for a few moments thinking to herself, "I have a place of my own." Having set her bag on the bunk Celiana started going through her bag. Pulling out two sets of folded clothes and laying them on the bed she reached down further and pulled out her old combat and tool belt. Unfastening the belt she had on over her modified Jedi robes she switched to her combat belt. Threading the Nerf leather belt back through the loops of her maroon silk pants she fastened the combat belt over the waist of her Jedi robes.

Her combat belt still held the holsters that hung from slightly above her hips and after searching her bag for several more moments she found both sections of her adaptable Echani battle staff. Quickly going through and locking out the blades then locking the staff out and releasing both blades. Then breaking the staff down into its two segments she slipped a segment into both holsters on either side of her hips before clipping various tool holders onto her belt.

Turning to look at herself in a mirror Celiana let out a grin and headed out the door locking it as she left. She needed to get her hands on some tools and work on something. So she headed back to the hangar to get some much needed dirt and grime on her hands.