The Trash From the Garbage and the Junk

[Caulder Dune]

"Think nothing of it."

Adekos watched with no shortage of bemusement as she crossed the vessel to peer out the viewport and behold the Machinator. Love at first sight. Many years ago, while in service of the Death Watch, Tyrin Ardik had lead the renegade Mandalorians in procuring the ship from the many mutants and criminals that lurked inside. It had served the Death Watch during their reign over Mustafar, but when that ill-fated government finally collapsed, Tyrin had taken the initiative. The Death Watch soldiers who didn't want to serve him in his return to Sith space were killed, and the rest joined him on the Lucrehulk as they fled. Since then, Adekos hadn't heard of any of those Death Watch he had spurned doing anything meaningful. A good thing, too.

The rest was history, but the Machinator had been his since shortly after that titanic battle at Roche. It had served him well.

He didn't make any remark after that, only waiting patiently for the shuttle to enter the hangar. Upon entering, it continued even deeper into the ship before touching down. Lucrehulks were spacious things. It was better to get as close to their destination as possible instead of landing immediately. Upon exiting the craft they had to actually get on a rapid transit train, similar to a subway really, and be ferried to their destination that way. Some would argue that Lucrehulks were enormous to the point of impracticality. Darth Adekos would not defend against that argument. When infrastructure typically only found in cities had to be stapled into a ship, there was no arguing its oversized nature.

But eventually they got where they were going, and after another fifteen or so minutes of walking they arrived on the housing level of the core ship. For his own sense of tidiness, he kept most of them furnished and maintained, but also in the event he took on any unexpected guests. They arrived in front of an arbitrarily selected stateroom, and Adekos urged the doors open smoothly with the Force. As expected, the interior was suitably lavish and decorated in the Neimoidian style. Finely carved wooden furniture, a large bed, a number of wardrobes, an unnecessarily spacious shower... Yes, this was certainly a ship built by and for Neimoidian merchant lords.

"These will be your quarters for the duration of your training. There should be a datapad from which you can call for a meal when you're suitably hungry. Get comfortable, sleep well. Your training will begin tomorrow."

[member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]

 

[Zola]

When admiring a battleship such as the Machinator, it was impossible to feign indifference, so Jemmila didn’t even try. Drinking in all of the details, she simply embraced her wide-eyed awe at the expansive interior of the behemoth battleship. It made the Jedi temple on Ossus look...mediocre in comparison. The young Hapan woman wondered what her sister, Mallisi, now a Jedi padawan, would think if she saw her older sister consorting with a Sith Lord on a Lucrehulk. It was amusing to imagine the sharp words that she and her adopted Cathar sibling would exchange. The sisters had been past the point of pleasant chit chat with one another for quite some time, so they would no doubt be colorful.

For a good fifteen minutes of walking through the ship, Jemmila accompanied Darth Adekos to the Machinator’s housing level where her tour ended with her living quarters. Opulent decor, a luxurious bed, exquisitely crafted wardrobes, a shower you could spend days in. Yes, she could get used to this place. She turned to the Dark Lord before he left.

For the first time the Hapan’s ever-present sarcasm was gone. “Thank you, My Lord,” she beamed, a deep gratitude evident in her now polite demeanor. Darth Adekos must have had a certain prescience when picking his apprentices. This place suited her well, the perfect chrysalis in which to pupate, nurturing her talents, so that she may soon claw her way out and spread her wings in the world, a silken black-winged butterfly.

[member="Darth Adekos"]