As she skims through the datapads, she finds that she could find more information about each slave if she chooses to. There was information on each slave, and she found her name, Kaelaen and Jura's on those lists. She suspected, among the names, was also the Twi'lek slaver turned slave somewhere. And others, their short bio, pictures, prices, training... The ship's manifest seemed to be more a list of things to fix... And this seems to be a large list... Which was also not updated for some time. The names, as she skims through them, mean nothing to Seri. There are short notes by them - names of planets, organizations, in some cases something like 'meet in bar' or 'own him 500 credits, stay away from al Huta'. The names and notes are too bare, she would need to cross reference it with something to get clearer view of who those people are. As for the target, the owner of the ship intended to sell the slaves on flesh markets of Zygeria...
(Oh nooo, that is the perfect detail! ) Nami goes through several phases in quick succession. Confusion, realisation, absolute horror, and a mortified embarrassment so strong that the cringe nearly breaks her spine. But in the end – in the end it’s all she can do not to laugh out loud at herself. “Something on my ship that— oh! Good point!” She pauses and adds, “…if it still works. We should head back anyway, we’ve been here longer than I thought we’d be. I’m sure we can find something on one of the ships – or just bring a few extra pairs of hands to carry it.” She’ll just have to resist the urge to crawl into a tiny hole and hide from the galaxy a little while longer.
(I am glad you approve ) Kaelaen nodded her head, a smile spreading over her lips. "Some kind of trolley?" She cocked her head. "Well, if we have secured transport, we might as well get all the other things we need, then come and pick it all at the same time." She suggested.
There’s a shiver of revulsion across Seri’s skin as she reads over the list of slaves - little more than items on an itinerary. She lingers on her own entry, then moves on, trying to find something worth sharing. She’s beginning to feel the start of a sense of shame - failure at having achieved nothing that they’d planned for. She imagines disappointment in Nami’s deep dark eyes. Getting nowhere, she shelves her current search, and instead tries to get a picture of the workings of the ship - turning back to the manifest and detailing that long list of repairs.
“Other things we need…hm.” Nami counts what’s in her pockets again. “Well, I saved fifty credits there. So I have…fifty credits.” She rubs her head. “Any ideas on what we can try and get for that much?” She doesn’t add: I don’t know if I can handle negotiating another discount right now.
As she looked through the slaves list Seri realised that she could enter any log t get more details, picture.... Zeltron moved to the manifest. Spoiler: Tech 13+2+2 Vs DC 10 - success First thing that she noticed, was a sever lack in replaceable parts. Even the vital ones, making in between repairs all but impossible. A small damage to any part might mean catastrophe. The slave quarters had only their doors maintained. Most of credits went into captain's quarter. The ship had weapons, twin laser cannons, that were not working for unknown causes and a grappling turret that was stuck in fixed position. There was also an information about some expensive purchase - a specialised droid, left in a cargo bay.
Kaelaen winced. "With that amount... Maybe we should keep the cash for later, emergency expenses." She sighted. "Shall we go back?" She asked.
