30 Zone 2 Compartments (1/2)
Barely an hour since he had returned, Valad made his declaration. Zone Two, next to the Droid Assembler Factory in Zone Three, would be turned into a residential zone. The conversion was a multi-level prefabricated setup in which would allow rooms of up to ten people. Each compartment had a barracks like setup, kitchen, bathroom and hologram suite for mass communication throughout the ship as well as entertainment.
Hall ways and wide corridors were a normal sight, since droids would be manufactured in Zone Three and still had to get to Zone One in order to board landing crafts. The corridors were outfitted with lighting and loud speakers, so even if people weren't near a hologram suite, they'd still hear announcements.
The prefabrication was cheap, but it didn't cut corners. If they would be attacked or bombarded from the outside, they were practically in the most fortified area of the ring-ship's parameter.
With the help of Riané, Jay and thousands of plastic armored droids, the slave population of over one thousand were able to put together a populace roster. Names, age, species and force sensitivity were jotted down in Datapads and ID cards were dispensed.
Even known criminal history was shared as it was considered essential information.
It turned out every tenth of a thousand of the slaves were force sensitive, prime picks in which Kazarak were probably mindful of. The rich were always looking to get their hands on individuals who could host Jedi powers. Dark Jedi would always want to have their own following, even the Sith. It was good that he raided the Slavery Cooperative, otherwise all of these useful individuals would have been spread across the galaxy.
Force Sensitives were assigned to live together in groups of ten, their compartments were located close to Zone Three, so they could access the modular core section much faster. Orphans were also assigned to live close to the force sensitives, and then there was the general populace.
All of the compartments looked the same. On each floor however there was a cafeteria, stacked on top of one another, stairs which connected each level allowed all to intermingle.
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One of the conference rooms within the core ship module had been converted into a loft for Valad and his companions. A massive round bed took up the center of the room, big enough for at least six people laying in any direction. It was covered by a heavy blue comforter with silver lining, white sheets and orange-gold satin pillow cases with a silver Imperial embroidered upon it.
Valad was resting in the very center of the bed, with his eyes closed. His hands were rested on his abdomen and his legs were held close together. He was dressed in black skin-tight boxers and a muscle shirt.
In a sense he was meditating, but slowly falling asleep. Any and ever rustle in the room kept him awake however. His eyes slowly opened and he turn his head to the side.
The gaze narrowed upon the Princess who had crawled up beside him and was laying on her stomach. Her head in her hands as she was watching him. ”What are you doing?”
”Meditating.” Valad stated and pursed his lips slightly, ”What are you doing?”
”Watching you Meditate. There's nothing to do here. No shops, no trade. I don't even have any handmaidens at my disposal.” Leia stated in return as she was asked a question that with her tone, obviously meant she thought was stupid.
Valad's eye twitched as he reached over and flicked her nose, she quickly retracted herself and rolled a few feet away.
”Oooow...” She was holding her face, not facing him. It was as if he really caused some damage, but he didn't at all. She was trying to make him feel guilty so he'd spoil her. She was actually smiling with her back facing him.
Shaking his head slightly, he'd turn his head in the other direction as he heard a quiet snoring sound. His eyes narrowed upon Riané who was in her leotard, sleeping with a coy expression on her face, as she laid on her side.
Reaching out with the force, he would very slowly drag her limp body over to him and wrap his arms around her waist. Planting her forehead against his chest as he intertwined his legs with her own.
Hearing the rustling of the bed, the Princess blinked a few times and rolled back over to see what was going on. As she saw two people's legs intertwined with one another, her face flushed red slightly. Her heart sunk and it stung. 'Why am I feeling jealous all of a sudden?' She pressed her lips tightly together in thought.
Riané was completely oblivious in her sleep as she burrowed into what she assumed was a warm pillow. Despite it being longer and bigger than her own body, she didn't wake up and just pressed herself against it.
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Four year old Ashoka Tano had found herself in a compartment of ten people, five of them were young force sensitives including herself, while there was a handful of older teenagers. Her big eyes surfed over the people present.
Some may be asking how Ashoka Tano had found herself in a slaver's den. Well, after the Death of Palpatine the butterfly effect sprung across the galaxy. Events changed and Plo Koon didn't make it in time to the planet of Shili and Ashoka Tano was abducted from her village as a prime force sensitive target.