Rana stalked down another blank white corridor, vowing to download plans of the talyc place to her HUD as soon as she got back to her quarters. She didn't think she was completely lost, but she didn't exactly know where she was, either. Honestly, would it take that much effort to just put in a few signs, or at least anything to use as a landmark? It probably wouldn't, but the talyc Kaminoans wouldn't bother anyway. They never got lost, or at least never that she could tell, and so the troubles of lesser species were of no concern to them.
Finally, she reached a portion of featureless corridor that seemed vaguely familiar. She counted doors and placed a hand against the sensor panel beside one. It didn't open. She frowned and tried again. Nothing. She swore and slapped the panel, which beeped complainingly. Great. Just- talyc- great. She resisted the urge to shoot the panel, since that would accomplish nothing except relieving some of her frustration. Increasing the volume of her invective slightly, she recounted doors. It was the right one, or so she thought. She tried it again, pulling off one black glove this time. Another failure. She narrowed her eyes and kicked the door, leaving a scuff mark on the featureless monochromatic surface.
As she was reconsidering her next attack on it, the door slid open to reveal a tall, grim-faced man in black armor. "May I ask just why you are assaulting my door?" he inquired, voice calm and measured.
Rana blinked. Oops. "Sorry, thought mine was just malfunctioning. Can't find anything in this talyc place."
He nodded, one eyebrow slightly raised. "I can sympathize." From behind Rana, there was a yelp, and she turned to see a mass of golden fur shambling along the corridor toward them.
Rana curled her lip at the smell. "Not another talyc strill."
The man raised the eyebrow a bit more. "Come, Mird!" The creature broke into a run and skidded to a halt in front of him, depositing an adoring puddle of drool on his boots. "Not fond of strill, are you?" he asked, scratching its massive head. It whined happily, leaning against him and leaving more saliva on his pants.
So the beast belonged to him. She'd put her boot in it this time. Not that she could do much about it anyway… "Not particularly, no," she answered coolly.
He nodded stiffly. "I wish you luck in finding your door, then." He snapped his fingers, and the strill padded inside. The door hissed shut behind it, leaving Rana standing once more in the empty hallway, staring at the mark her kick had left on the door.
Well, fierfek. She was back where she'd started, with nothing but the lingering aroma of strill. She stalked toward the end of the hall, counting doors, and suddenly realized that she'd come from the wrong end of the hall. She started from the far end, counting doors again, and this time the door slid open with no problem. She collapsed into a chair, muttering profanities and wondering just what she'd done to deserve a week like she'd had.
