<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/PantoranChi.png)</div>Change was never a good thing. And a change in circumstance was almost always a horrible thing. But she had volunteered and so Chi bumbled her way up the ramp and onto a freighter as told, a massive pack on her back and arms stacked with crates high enough to hide behind. It didn't take even a day for her assigned room to become a controlled mess with papers, parts, tools, and other mechanical apparatus scattered about with only the bed and a corner where a suit of armor sat on a stand remotely clear of various projects.<br/><br/>During the days of travel upon the ship Chi quickly setup a fairly standard routine. In what passed for morning and then again in the evening she spent an hour going through a series of exercises and barehanded forms. The rest of the time was spent roaming the ship, hands never left idle as she either fiddled with some project or sought out anything needing maintenance.<br/><br/>The captain's call to gather had her padding in on bare feet, her barely five-foot form slipping easily into a spot around the crate. White locks danced about her face with every movement softening her features while vivid amber eyes gazed out from beneath her bangs. The violet of her lips as natural as the pale blue of her heavily freckled skin. Thin exercise pants and a sports bra clinging tightly to her perky bust were the only coverings of her toned form, her build more one used to hard work then a lithe dancer’s.<br/><br/>The explanation of the indistinct handler has her frowning, fingers drumming against her thigh. Before she can pose any questions, one filled the air causing her to pause and glance at the tall Twi'lek. "Well... illegal things. Disrupters, military droids..." A hand comes up and fingers raise with each item she lists. "Pictures of naked sentients, I know Tel'sec was trying to get meat made illegal,... Oh. And Je'qual's red firepaste should really be banned."<br/><br/>Nodding she lets her hand drop back to her side before turning to the holoprojector. "Do we have files on the pirates? Colors they use, do they use specific weapons or modifications? Anything we could use to make the Separatists think we were them?"  She pauses to chew on the tip of her thumb, eyes downcast and bare heel rubbing against the floor. "What else would he do... Oh. Do we have any contacts on the station? people that hear things and would point you in the right direction for... Dunno. Isn't this the part where people in the books do a series of strange errands to build trust with the shady ones?"