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"The star charts you obtained for the Heleria system are inaccurate," Bau'jah grumbled to the yautja standing next to him, "the inaccuracy would put you in the middle of glaciers or on the wrong side of hemisphere from your targeted location, I have marked the inaccurate charts with coordinates, these areas need to be updated." He pointed out the obvious mistakes as the dark-olive skinned yautja nodded and took his leave to work on the updates.

Bau'jah glanced down at his access data pad, taking the navigational star charts off of the list. Next, he needed to enhance the command sequencers, add that to the sensor analysis check; optimization of firing algorithms, shields, and main deflectors; realign the EPS manifolds; improve the subspace tracking algorithms, the list seemed endless. The completed diagnostic check confirmed the operational efficiency at a rating of eighty-six percent out of a possible one-hundred, not exactly flying colors to his standards, but passable, although the major upgrades they did were impressive, the insignificant issues still need to be corrected, very soon.

He groaned as he checked the list over again, it was nowhere near complete, he had been working seamlessly since the moment they left the throne room, moving from control deck to engine rooms, reading comprehensive instruction manuals to familiarize himself with the vessel's complicated equipments and state-of-the-art technologies. His mind was filled with possible modifications, how to enhance the command sequencers without disrupting the secondary systems, it'd cause some minor malfunctions that could be easily corrected, but that would just add extra things to fix on to the already filled list, he'd like to circumvent that. Another time-consuming process, and time certainly was not on his side, he huffed in exasperation.

Ray sat on top of a big metal crate watching Red working furiously not far from her. Originally, she had thought about going back to his quarters after feeling tired, but he wouldn't let her leave his side.

I want to know you are safe, he had said, and she agreed with him, being the only human on a vessel full of his kind, it was only logical to stay by his side. He instructed a yautja to bring her meals, even ordered to clear out a small storage room for her to rest - a makeshift room with a cot - to suit her daily needs, she wondered just how far down the line of succession he was in his clan.

Whilst observing the others as they moved around the deck, all with a data pad clutched in one hand, she was slowly dozing off.

"Move, hooman." A deep voice spoke above her head, driving away her drowsiness, "I need access to this crate," the dark titanium yautja stated firmly.

"I do have a name, you know." She stood up from the crate and moved aside. "I'm Ray, what's your name?" She asked him curiously.

"Da'staar." He replied casually as he unlocked the crate, revealing its contents inside. He retrieved his training weapons after his shift had ended on the control deck.

"Star...?" She tried to get her tongue around his name, "do you come here often? Is that a death's scythe? Can I see it?" She asked him excitedly.

"No." He flat-out refused.

"Just a quick look, please..." she moved closer to him.

"Nobody touches my weapons." He held it above his head, out of her way.

"Ok, fine," she said disappointingly, "can you be my friend, Star? You're the first one who talked to me since I got here, Red is so busy with his task, and I can't go explore the vessel alone, are you busy today? Do you mind giving me a tour? I don't have any friends here—" and she was interrupted.

"Do you ever shut up, hooman?" Da'staar complained in annoyance.

"Human, human, human, is it really that hard for your people to say my name?" She rolled her eyes at him, throwing a small piece of asteroid rock at the wall angrily, it bounced back and hit her in the stomach, Da'staar laughed hard, tusks clicking at her wildly.