Darius returned and looked at all of them, he was back in his typical armor suit, a quick climb back up and he sat down in the Pilot's chair.
"Alright listen up," the bounty hunter demanded, "So far I'm the only one here who is capable of piloting, which effectively until we figure out the power struggle later, means I am in charge of this ship. We're going to find a outpost nearby and deal with our issues in a non cramped ship. Makes it easier to clean."
A quick sweep of who was there, "Now does anyone have any issue with this?"
Selth paused for a moment before going round the corner, he situation was a strange one, he had not had time to properly assess his new companions, but from what he could sense through the force many of them could use the force. But more worryingly, many of them held to the teachings of the dark side - if only just.
He walked round the corner with a slow deliberate walk, surveying his surroundings. Selth entered the cockpit just as their pilot spoke.
"It is a reasonable course of action. No objections from me"
The Jawa pulled his head from the hatch and pointed the power calibrator at the open hole and muttered something about staying that way until he got back. Then he put the panel back in place.
Moving to the second panel he lifted it from the wall and then he heard a light 'ting' sound. Huh, was this...He rang his fist against the metal wall. It was hollow!
He at once began searching for a way to open it. Obviously another smuggling compartment! Maybe one that still had stuff inside it!
"No," Darius bluntly stated, he took quick note of the pleased smile on Ra'as's face. "That's a privilege I am saving for myself. Now, Let's start up a scan, and see just where the hell we are."
The bounty hunter turned his seat around and flipped a switch, hoping to get a response from the console about what star system of the galaxy they were in.
Uziel bowed slightly to Darius, "Sure. You have the reins."
Cockpit excluded, the ship didn't really seem all that cramped to him. He had more than enough space to fight onboard something like this, at least.
"I'm sure I saw a Jawa come aboard," Uziel said in reply to Sia, suspiciously eying the man in the gray robes who had just voiced his assent. "Let's see if we can round him up before he tries to scavenge the hyperdrive."
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Flesh is a design flaw."Perhaps you can check up on... wait that brings up a good question. I mean we have a engineer. Fixit is down in the engine bay and is no doubt already rummaging through the engine to repair it. What can everyone else here do?" Darius looked over all of them wondering.
I am just waiting Nman to find out what system we are in.
T4-BP made a warbling sound as it rolled up next to Rakko, and started working on something on a nearby data port.
Darius would quickly figure out that the scanner was currently non-functional, as the ship was in hyperspace. The navcomputer was voice-locked, meaning that wherever the hyperdrive was currently taking them, they didn't currently know, and the only way to abort the jump was by having the droid undo whatever it was it had done. Considering how quickly they had made the transition, the jump had likely been calculated beforehand and stored.
It would take some doing, but eventually Fixit could manage to get the section of the wall to slide open, revealing a secret compartment. It was rectangular, about a meter tall, and a quarter-meter wide.
It was also secured with a particularly nasty lock. He could tell that it would take someone with serious security skills to bypass it.
Oooh, a thing! A hidden thing! Or rather, a formerly hidden but now not hidden thing!
And it had a rather severe security lock on it. Oh well he'd have to...
He'd have to introduce the thing to his datapad and slicing kit.
“Oh hello Mr Lock, may I call you soon to be junk?” Fixit said as he unwound the cable leads that were attached to his datapad and hooked them into the lock. He narrowed his glowing eyes as he set to work, punching in multiple codes and sequences to attempt to unlock the machine. He would not be denied!
If he was successful there was going to be a cry of “UITINNI!” that would echo through the ship.
Kyla walked into the cockpit and, to her surprise, found it was crowded with the oddest menagerie of people she'd ever seen. And even worse, having gotten a better look at them now that there wasn't a rain a blaster fire at their heels, some of them looked familiar! She'd known there were other now ex-prisoners on board with her, she'd heard them conversing a few moments ago, but she hadn't been listening. She'd been busy tinkering with the ship's computer via a terminal in the lounge. Gaining access had been easy enough, given her slicing skills, but to her disappointment, most of the interesting systems had been physically removed, and the interesting information had been well-hidden.
She paused for a moment, then scooted past the odd gathering and made herself comfortable in the System Operator's chair, which was behind the pilot's seat. "I've rigged the ship's computer transmit a new transponder code." She said, casually, as she put her feet on on the console. It was important to project an air of confidence, she'd found, as people tended to trust those who seemed to know what they were doing. What's more, there were at least two Sith on board, and while she had met both of them in the past, if there was anything her Jedi training had taught her, it was that showing any weakness around Sith was generally unwise.
"Somebody mentioned that earlier, right? Now we just need a new paint job." She said. "Oh, and we also need to avoid anything too far core-ward from the Outer Rim unless one of you plans on paying for some real new transponder codes. Most of the systems out here won't have the tech to spot the fake code, but anything in proper Republic or Imperial space might be an issue." She shrugged.
Looking around at the group, and briefly waving at Sia and Uziel because she recognized them from before her imprisonment, she was both surprised and relieved to find that no-one had been killed, maimed or even punched as of yet. She thought of this as a promising sign that maybe, just maybe, they could go more than two systems before someone blew up the ship for some reason or another. "I don't suppose anyone has a plan, huh? Or at least, any idea where we're going?"
Not entirely dead."I'm capable at a workbench. I can repair or modify weapons and armor, if need be. My name is Uziel Astaroth," he replied to Darius, before Kyla walked back in.
"Impressive, Kyla, that was quick. Maybe you can slice the droid, too - it doesn't seem to be giving anything up."
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Flesh is a design flaw."I do not know our destination, whatever it is our first priority should be to obtain credits. Whatever our purpose or end goal credits shall invariably make it easier. And I would not worry too much about Imperial Space - I doubt that the warlords that remain will care too much for us."
Selth deliberately ignored the questions about his skills, he would rather keep his abilities to himself. People tended not to trust you too much when they learned that you could manipulate minds
"There are a few... and don't kid yourselves. I've been sizing you all up in case you ever do get bounties I need to collect. I'm sorry. It's not personal, just business," Darius explained, "Now keep in mind. It is possible to do non lethal bounties and the few that do pay much higher than a dead body."
Unlike the computers of the galaxy that he could no doubt slice with ease, the lock on the hidden compartment did not make any movements or noises when Fixit tried to open it. However, things went black for him.
When he woke up a few seconds later on the far side of the engine room, the formerly locked compartment was now open. Anything that had been in it, though, had been flash-fried by what appeared to be a concentrated plasma detonator, and was now simply a pile of ashes and slag. The Jawa might feel rattled, but was otherwise unharmed. His small size meant the majority of explosive force had missed him, while the fact that the engine was unharmed meant the charge had been more concussive than explosive - it was likely a failsafe meant to be used by a smuggler under duress.
Elsewhere in the ship, the sounds of conversation were momentarily rattled by the sounds of an explosion coming from one of the engine rooms.

"I'm warning you." Rakko said, before walking further away to increase the distance between him and Sia. All the while, he waited for the droid. In the meantime, he just fumed inwardly. Sia was irritating and she had annoyed him to no end when he had pursued the bounty on her. If they weren't all stuck in the same boat, Rakko had a half a mind to...
It didn't matter. It was best not to dwell on people such as her, Rakko thought to himself.