Masters's Quarters - Crew Quarters A

Bevik rounded a corner and almost ran into someone's butt. He wasn't sure who, because there were, like, at least 6 legs there, but he stutter-stepped and blushed right on by. Then that one apprentice spoke to him as he passed. Bev was surprised and not too familiar with the parlance the older guy used, so he just pipped "Hi," a little too quickly. Bev was suddenly very aware of his youth and couldn't wait until he grew up like that guy.

The ship interior in the living quarters was very simplistic - minimal and practical, but made comfortable by using off-white and beige tones lit softly by yellowish luminaires and wall sconces in the 3500 kelvin range. All lighting design was purposefully indirect and thoughtfully similar throughout the interconnecting corridors so that the eye didn't have to readjust while walking about. Though once one reached the primary passage way it was back to business with direct lighting using cool white color temperatures and diffusing covers. Bev poked shyly around the main passage, curious but avoiding eye contact as he headed aft towards the hanger. No one paid him much attention, not like that older guy did, and Bev didn't really see much that interested him; it was primarily doors and passageways to who-knows-where, and Bev really just wanted to find some food. If he didn't find anything to eat, he figured he would just go back to the hanger and find a corner, cupboard or tool shed to curl up in and go to sleep. Space was cold, and Bev was already over the stale smell of recycled air.

Bev just wasn't sure of what to do with himself, now that his message had been delivered and his mission complete.

Before Bevik could get too far, Ian reaches out to snag the hood of his robe. "Come on, nerd. There's already enough of us wanderin' round this ship alone. Stay with'the tour group." His expression is somewhere between be used and irritable. "Someone's gotta run'an get a first aid kit after Alyx here kicks my ass." He upnods at the Zabrak girl who looks like she is a foot shorter than him.

Children should have fun - at least for as long as they are children. Bev never really learned to have fun; but then Bev was never really allowed to be a child. So the playful tug on his hood stunned him for a brief moment, and then a bright smile played across his face. Caught in the wake of joy made by Ian and Alyx, Bev followed after without hesitation, ecstatic and curious as to what happens next.

Bev chirped "OK!" at Ian, thinking about how amazing it feels to be included. Bev didnt even remember his hunger, though if he did, he wouldn't have missed - whatever's happening - for all the hot stew on the ship!

"Man, I am glad ta be outta there." As the four of them head along the corridor he glances back to the others, "So, Bevik, you've been ta Arkania? What's the worst part?" He chuckles quietly as they meander towards the hangar. When they enter the cavernous enclosure, the long haired human pauses, looking ahead at some of the cargo containers that look as though they've been cracked open.

"What the hell!" Indignant he jogs over, examining them. "Dammit. An after all'the trouble I went to ta smuggle these on board." Saying it right in front of your new teacher. Classy.