"Fair enough," said Fel. "I'll find your gear and keep a couple of shirts, maybe a jacket." The woman stood and immediately started looking at the floor. "Only high-end ships come standard with secret compartments. Your friend – Kelvan likely modified this thing, but as you can see, there's not much room." Fel circled the hold, her head down, until she discovered what she was looking for. Then, she bent down and inserted her finger into the grate of the floor. "Sometimes you have to get in there and dig for it, but …." There was a click, and Fel waved Kya over. "Help me with this, please." The two lifted a section of flooring to reveal a hidden compartment. "Voilà," she said and helped Kya with the two bags.<br/><br/>The compartment was small, the bags taking up most of the space. However, Kelvan also had a few other items, including an E-11 blaster rifle, a camtono safe, and an innocuous-looking strong box. "You go through the bags. I might take your favorite top or something. Toss what you don't want into a pile." Fel also slid the box to Kya while she fiddled with the safe. "Dammit, need a combination." She looked up at Kya. "I'll be right back," and jogged to the cockpit.<br/><br/>The 0-LT droid had successfully hooked into the hyperdrive and loaded the ship's destination. "Where are we headed," Fel asked. The droid made a few beeping noises. "Tattooine? Why would we go to that ball of dirt?" The droid beeped and whirred. "To hide in plain sight?" More beeping sounds. "What do you mean<i>hide out with the rest of the scum</i>?" Fel sighed. "Cut the commentary and give me the passcode to this safe." The little droid made a long string of beeps and boops. "That kind of language will get you tossed out the airlock; now give me the passcode." Again, the little droid started to beep and whirr as it grew more agitated. Fel knelt beside it.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry your master is dead, but he was an asshole." The 0-LT unit began to twitch and bounce. "Furthermore, the Imperial troopers would have killed him, and you would have been scrapped." The droid was silent for a moment.<br/><br/>"Beeooop?"<br/><br/>"I just know, okay. Now, what's the passcode?" Finally, the unit capitulated, and Fel headed back into the hold. She knelt next to the safe and punched in the combination. All three sides of the mechanism slowly opened, allowing a stream of credits, Imperial and otherwise, to pour out. Fel squealed and grabbed a handful. "It's not as much as it looks, but we won't starve." The woman then turned to the pile of shirts and picked the first white one she could find, tossing it on. "By the way, the LT unit has us bound for Tattooine. It's not my choice, but it makes sense."