One thing Theia could be certain about was how ugly this ship was; the blocky design was so .pre-Republic in her opinion (Ew). She paused as she rounded an edge to find a door; she pulled hard, two or three times to just make certain it was locked. She noticed the keypad...wasn't really a keypad, it looked more archaic. Her face contorted with confusion on why someone used a deadbolt on their ships' door. She didn't really have specialized tools to finagle with such a lock and decided to leave it be, but first giving a loud knock on the door-just in case there was a second individual present.
The echo of her banging rung through the entire hanger and she took a couple steps back, observing the ship. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn't know who flew the ship, she would certainly a lot of judgement on their taste. Theia pulled out her EZphone and took a couple more steps backwards to snap a quick picture. She added it to a message to Ezra (@Sreeya), adding: Look at this! Its uglier than Uncle Em's geriatric junker!. Hitting send was not an option, her EZphone giving her an error, clearly there was a lack of service reception within the Maw.
Taking another look around the ship, Theia went to catch up with the rest as long as no other interruptions occurred. Foot prints following the groups to the doorway and down the corridor, she could still see them standing, talking. As she got closer she heard the small mouse-like being (@AutoFox) translating something on her datapad.
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