"There really is a lot of empty space here in this walkway, isn't there…" I say to Zenya curiously, trailing off as I look over the corridor to the bridge and to the gun turret station.
"Yes and that's because not only does the XS have an escape pod at the rear of the ship, but the bridge is a small shuttle.
That specific modification was done by the previous owner and happens to have an auto turret and two ion torpedo batteries mounted underneath the bridge slash/shuttle craft.
The shuttle is even equipped with its own hyperdrive, though the hyper matter fuel cell is incredibly small, so it will only be able to jump one system over if the system is close by…and hopefully there's a fueling station or planet for you to land on." Zenya replies to me excitedly, almost bouncing on the balls of her feet, clueing me into the fact that the young woman truly has a passion for ships…and modding them.
"That's fucking awesome, But say someone stole the shuttle/bridge how would you fly the main portion of the ship if it wasn't destroyed or whatever?" I ask as I feel infected by Zenya's giddiness as well thinking about how this ship is similar to the Ghost in Rebels.
Zenya laughs softly before replying to me, "Actually that big ugly Holoterminal that you don't like can double as a backup bridge control console." an amused smile is plastered on Zenya's face.
"So where's my bedroom?" I ask with a small smirk starting at the corners of my lips.
"We'll get there soon." Zenya replies back to me, her smile growing wider and a bit shy as we continue the tour into the cockpit, there really isn't much to say about the cockpit other than there are six chairs, one for the pilot, another for a co-pilot and four passenger seats, there is also a circular chamber that is a refresher, in the right corner of the cockpit.
"Pretty standard Correlian fighter controls here…the Refresher was an add-on by the previous owner as well." Zenya informs me as we walk back out of the cockpit, returning to the corridor, and walk down the hall arriving at another door.
"This is the captain's quarters…you're quarters…" Zenya says to me, as we enter a medium small area that has a holo-screen and a straight couch and a chair in one corner.
"This is your private lounge here and if you press this button here it opens a weapon locker and if we continue through this door it will be your bedroom…that is equipped with a full fresher suite that can also gather moisture from whatever planet you're on so you can bathe with water." Zenya explains as she gives me the tour of my lounge, walks over to the wall, pushes her hand against it in a certain spot revealing the hidden weapons compartment, entering the bedroom.
'The bedroom is quite large, and it's a bonus that it comes equipped with an actual full bath combo as well, the bed is large enough for 3 people to sleep in it, and it looks like there is plenty of storage space for clothes…at least for one person, maybe two if they don't own a lot of clothes.' I note internally.
"The bed is." Zenya says before stopping to. clear her throat. "Big enough for two, you know for." Zenya's embarrassment at the mention of possible intimate experiences in the bedroom, is surprisingly adorable and innocent.
"Yeah I get it…there is a lot of room for cuddling…and making out with a beautiful girl." I tease Zenya with a not so innocent smile on my face.
"Let's move on with the tour." Zenya says as she speed walks out of the captain's quarters as if her ass is on.
'Surprisingly innocent…I'd love to…be the one to take it from her.' I say in my head, as I picture Zenya laying in the bed in aset of frilly lace emerald green lingerie, her hands tied above her head as she looks up at me unsureness, arousal and a small amount of fear…the mental image makes my cock press uncomfortably against the fly of my jeans.
I walk out of the room at a quick pace in hopes of catching up with Zenya quickly.
I walk to the airlock to the cargo hold apparatus and notice that Zenya doesn't register my approach…but I see her standing there, her leg arched up and resting against the wall of the ship, as has the tip of her thumb in her mouth her teeth biting into the digit but not enough to break the skin.
I clear my throat, which makes Zenya jump in surprise, snapping her out of her thoughts and makes her turn towards me…a deep blush in her cheeks as she does so.
'Man, I got them good looks…' I joke in my head…at Zenya's reaction to me.
"So about the droid doctor and the droid table, do they have capabilities of say performing optical surgeries, or something along the lines of repairing spinal injuries?" I ask Zenya who looks at me with a mix of terror and amazement in her facial expressions and body language at my questions.
"They are a bit old but they should be able to do such things…" Zenya answers my question with no small amount of uncertainty in her voice.
"Though we better find you some astromechs, and a droid co-pilot that can handle combat situations as well." Zenya says to me after a moment of serious consideration, if the expression on her face is anything to go by.
"Ohh and if you're going to be doing Bounty work and the occasional smuggling…you're going to need signal scramblers, sensors jammers, I can get them for you but the price will be high, it wouldn't hurt to add on additional armaments and shielding, for shielding I'm talking both plating and deflector shield tech…and if course your carbonite freezer." Zenya continues to list things off for me, making my mouth just hang open in a mixture of terrified astonishment feeling a bit of concern that I might have bitten off more than I can chew…especially with my lack of funds. her.
I raise my hand up and gently rest it on Zenya's shoulder.
I notice that Zenya's eyes are shining in anticipation and excitement as energy just seems to burst from her body until she suddenly develops a sad look on her face.
"Everything you just mentioned is doable, but I can make pretty much everything I need from scrap if you can recommend a place to go that won't charge too much for said scrap." I say to Zenya who looks at me with no small amount of doubt in her eyes as she scans my face and body I notice her zero in on my Ultimatrix before nodding to me in reluctant acceptance of my claim.
"I can get you or take you to a place where you can get all the scrap you could ever need for free…any junk planet would be perfect…all you'd need to do is pay for the ship fuel…fees associated with leaving and returning to the planet a ration expenses…there's even a junk yard here on the planet." Zenya says in a sort of honest way and earnest way.
"Hey…your grandfather was pretty jumpy…is there something going on…?" I ask Zenya seriously as I rest my hand against the wall of the ship.
"Haa, you're from a backwater planet probably mostly low-tech, do you know about the Hutt cartel?" Zenya sighs before asking if I know about the Hutts.
"Yes, I do know of them…they're slave owning gangsters." I reply to Zenya who nods softly.
"M-my parents used to work for Jabba the Hutt…they failed to deliver a very precious and valuable shipment because they were attacked and killed by pirates working for a different Hutt, well Jabba has transferred the value of the shipment into debt that Grandfather has to pay…haa, why am I even telling you this?" Zenya tells me about her parents, a few stray tears running down her face making me cup her cheek and wipe away her tears before she gives me a watery smile and sighs before asking herself why she was telling me what she has been telling me.
"Hmm, when we go to turn scrap into something like combat slash security droids to help keep you and the old man safe." I say to Zenya in a soft reassuring and comforting tone of voice.
"I-I couldn't ask you to do that." Zenya says to me as she looks into my eyes deeply.
"You're not." I say softly, while Zenya seems to be scanning me for something that she either finds or doesn't find, as she gives me a small nod of her head.
"So…is Betty really the ship you want?" Zenya asks me while blushing deeply.
"Yes, this is the ship for me…especially with the future modifications…that you listed off." I reply to Zenya with an easy honest smile making its way onto my lips, as I stop caressing her cheek with my thumb and remove myself from her personal space, and pick up my booze basket that I had set down on the floor.