The bright light of The Bleeding Star's interior lights blinded Akorae momentarily when Shoran let her out of her hiding place.

"It's about time. I thought you'd forgotten about me already."

The Wookiee barked a response, and he started the tour. Shoran brought Akorae through the freighter's long hallways, always stepping between secured crates of blue milk, Corelian whiskey, medical supplies, exotic furs, carbon, datapads. If Akorae could name it, she saw it in the crates of The Bleeding Star.

In the crew lounge, a large, open area towards the bow of the ship, were a few couches, a Holonet terminal, some cases of food, if you'd could call it that. Really, the boxes were stuffed with protein pellets; small, tasteless "meals" that were most commonly used in travel. Akorae also saw a dejarik table, which she'd only seen in store windows and on Holonet broadcasts.

Shoran took Akorae to the engine room, and the crew quarters, and the cargo hold, which was so cramped with stuff that she could barely take two steps into the room. Akorae looked at the workshop, where she had Shoran haul R2-D2. On the wall were what seemed to be hundreds of tools, and on the workbecnh there were even more components to various projects: Akorae saw pieces of comlinks, gears covered in thick black oil, she even thought she saw the remnants of a lightsaber, the famed weapon of the Jedi Order. These she looked at with the most interest. The metal was stained with soot, but it was nothing a litttle polish couldn't fix.

"Shoran, were you building a lightsaber?"

"Wyaagg gruff gruff. Ruh ruh aarrr agah."

"It would be cool to have one, you're right."

Akorae also saw the bridge of the starship, where panels covered in buttons and switches surrounded a single chair. Set back were two more chairs, with viewscreens and keypads for inputting data. The front of the cockpit was dominated by the plasteel window, out of which the stars and planets looked like grains of sand she'd seen at one of Cloud City's botanical gardens.

It was here that Akorae settled, placing herself into one of the rearward chairs. Shoran, with his hulking Wookiee body, entered the cockpit and took a seat in the pilot's chair.

"Haa ur wuwu waah?"

"Oh, I don't really know. I've always wanted to be a part of the nightlife on Nar Shaddaa."

Shoran punched in the coordinates for the Smuggler's Moon and engaged the hyperdrive. The stars outside The Bleeding Star turned to streaks as the starship entered hyperspace.

"Goaarrr. Waga nayag oh huah."

"Right. I'll work on R2 then. Let me know when you wanna stuff me back in that wall."

With these words, Akorae's footsteps retreated across the durasteel floor and into the corridor as she made the 4-deck descent to the workshop.