Private Family is more than blood

[Mia Mereel]

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A tiny bit of queasiness suggested to Mia that maybe, maybe she shouldn’t invade her Aunt’s privacy. But a life of time of experience also told her that Aunt Jhira would not be answering any questions about personal matters. Or feelings. It was like her Aunt had eliminated everything from her being that wasn’t centered on being the perfect Mandalorian Mother.

She reached up to take the precious Mando Computer from Omen. Eager hands ran over it, her eyes gleaming. [color=561FDE]“Thank you, Omen! This is amazing. We are so used to scavenging, rather than having cutting edge tech.”[/color] A moment was spent as she fussed over just how to safely attach it to her BB droid, then gave up and allowed the patiently waiting Mouse Droid 007 to slide open it’s carrying compartment. Carefully wrapping her present and tucking it within, she was then ready to lead Omen on.

“First her office; well, her public office. It’s just a lift ride from here, but ooh what a ride. The side of the lift is transparent, so guests can see the whole Hangar bay here on Deck One give way to the giant park and recreation areas on Deck Two. That becomes a glimpse of the fancy living quarters for guests up on Deck Three. Then there’s the the crew and warriors on Deck Four, always a wonderful sight. Cargo for Five and Six, and Deck Seven is the Bridge and all associated nonsense. Captain’s office is just off of the bridge, of course, but this lift has a public enhance, whilst the Bridge’s is tightly secured.”

Even as she spoke, she led Omen to a very fine transparsteel lift, sliding an ID card lifted from the obnoxious CIS noble Jhira had done business with. Without a murmur of protest, the lift carried them all the way to Deck Seven, sliding open to reveal a nice entryway a large plant, a couple of zooming mouse droids. Corridors ran to either side, but directly ahead lay a nearly-corporate looking office.

All images from Breshig Products​

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Technical manuals, brochures, scientific journals and images of Mandalorian forces and technology were the sole attempt at color or design. While Breshig War Forge Consolidated was vastly in the majority,, Concord Specialized Technologies, End of An Era Hades Corp. Sale, Lucern Personal Defense, Roble Manufacturing Holonet Storefront, The Enclave, and Sasori Research and Design.all were represented.

A few modern brochures of the new Breshig Point Defense Cluster Bomb Launcher and their new Medial droid were right beside the brand-new Oyu’baat styled Ka’ra’tapcaf Droid Assisted Mess Hall and the Ori’kar’bakar Advanced Hyperdrive-Navicomputer Model.

Beside them lay an oddly shaped, melted and warped piece of beskar, the Clan Kotes sigil just discernible.

The only hint she was anything but a student of modern naval warfare lay in the Breshig Limited Edition Mouse Pad she had … which featured a single image of [ @Shuklaar Krydol ] in his full gear.

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen just chuckled as he saw the gleam in her eyes. The kid was definitely worth it. "Just make sure to cover it with lots of pretty stickers Kid. Now lets go check out your Aunt's personal spaces before she flushes all the evidence down the fresher." He waited till Mia had stored her computer before following her into the wide blue ship, hoping to find the big Sando aqua monster.

Mia's words passed through one ear and out the other as Omen stared out of the tube. It was one heck of a view. "Does her room and office have security cameras? We might need to know if she gets to her living quarters before us. Just so we can see where she put her stuff" No... That went too far... "Sorry, forget I asked... Interrupting your Aunt's privacy that far is a little questionable even for us." He didn't question the ID card, for all he knew Jhira had given it to her. When the doors went up to show the contents of her office his eyes went wide. "Woah... She could open a museum with all this stuff..." He glanced at the Strill security logo on the wall before hauling his datapad out and taking some pictures, most importantly of the holo of a geared-up Shuk on her mousepad before turning to Mia and giving her a wink. "Do you think the elevator is on the fritz? These things happen all the time you know." Once they had secured privacy without the possibility of Jhira hiding away anymore evidence, they could see what was really going on in that head of hers.

 

[Mia Mereel]

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Dimples flared, as Mia imagined all the truly amazing ways to decorate her prize. “Haran, Omen, I’m 18-years-old! I’m not a kid anymore. Probably not stickers but etchings, now…that’s a thought.” Ushering Omen into the lift, she enjoyed the rapt expression upon his face. It truly was a home-away-form home. Even so, it didn’t seem to affect his mind.

[color=#561FD]“Hmm, you are right about the cameras but I’m certainly not above sending mouse droids in to do some cleaning! And if they just happened to tell us where she is and what she’s doing, well; she shouldn’t have been doing it in front of a droid.”[/color] Silent commands dashed out, and mouse droids deployed across her Aunt’s personal territory.

When Omen went inside to study her aunt’s office, Mia lingered near the door. It was odd, trying to see the place through new eyes; the careful organization and the plans they implied. Her brow crinkled. “I knew she’d once wanted to be an armorer. I didn’t quite realize how much else she wanted to build.” but a museum? “It looks like she’s been collecting his work for a while.”

A soft, wicked laugh escaped when Omen mentioned his next idea. Mia closed her eyes, using her wireless connection to the Echoy’la Sun to trigger a ‘maintenance needed’ flag on the two lifts closest to her Aunt. “The lifts, that’s brilliant.”

Laughing, she led him back into the lift and down to the family’s private quarters. Children under ten all bunked together, though each had both personal space and the anti-vacuum safety protocols had been adapted so that the children could activate their plasma shields at will, and tune them to be opaque. Children 11 - 13 had private rooms, with enough space for both gear and the more intense homework they faced. Somewhere between 13 and 18 they could choose to be moved to larger suite nearer the adults.

The captains’ suite opened to an emergency lift to the bridge on it’s starboard side, and featured a rare observation window on it’s port side. To the aft was the vast park, and towards the prow the family’s quarters.

Jhira’s room

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Even as they approached a swarm of mouse droids came to report to Mia that a few small souvenirs of her trip to Breshig had been squirreled away by the Captain. Mia laughed and skipped to the door of her aunt’s cabin, this time needing a few nerve wracking minutes to spoof the security. Once the door opened, Mia pranced in and flung herself upon the rumpled bed … a minor hint as to why the poor mouse droids could not keep up with keeping it neatly made.

Too many kids sneaking in.

A beautiful viewport was the center piece of the room, bed and table sheltering beneath it. Upon the table was a sketch book, flipped open to a half-rendered image of the Rammikad’alor. A small holovid disc sat upon the table currently tuned to the day she’d smuggled home the Vode whose freedom had been so dearly bought. Images of the battered survivors and the grieving yet rejoicing families who received them filled the device in its entirety. A romance novel lay on the table beside the sketch pad, along with a cup of her favorite tea in it’s ‘always fresh’ holder.

A large digital display was tuned to a magazine article all about the CIS Ball she’d attended, though checking browser history would show a predominance of news bulletins following the military action around known space. Beneath it flowed the banner of the Rimward Trade Leagu; to the right Mereel Ice Works an to the left the newest promotional shot from Breshig Warforged.

The dozen or so holo discs scattered around were stuffed with images of Omen’s new family!

Centered in the window was a small pot of hydroponic flowers that did not need dirt to flourish; a small thank you card, decades old, lay faded and worn beside the flowers.​

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Well, she certainly had the ability to put as many etchings as she wanted on that nice piece of tech. How she command those mouse droids made Omen even more sure she would put it to good use. Jhira's office however, Omen wasn't surprised at all of this stuff based on the Woman's reaction's downstairs. "She definitely has spent a lot of time looking at one man..."

Omen admired their setup for children. The kids even had privacy shields. "Wish I had all this back on Kamino... We didn't have that privacy in the least" When they went into the room, the Clone tried hard not to gasp. This room... Wow... Jhira certainly didn't kid around when designing her spaces. Omen had to admire her for that. He smiled at the sight of the romance novel, seeing even more that said he and Jhira were even more alike. He wanted this life. And then the clone saw the thank you card and calmly without a word, looked at what it said. "You might want to come to look at this..."

Mia Mereel