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Theemin hadn't exactly had the chance to check on Sp-- the boy after everything that had transpired yesterday. Even after the boy woke up, he'd had to make arrangements. Slice into a few systems. Loop a few surveillance cameras. Make sure the guards were distracted with juma juice and card games.
But now he had a window. It wasn't a big one - 15 minutes, maybe 20, tops - but it would have to be enough.
They kept their hostage in a small room in the center of the ship, doors sealed and all the terminals inside shut off. There was a bed, a table, and chairs; that was about the extent of it. If they'd taken one of the Jedi, they would have bothered with a real cell, but Nina had considered that a waste of resources, and Theemin had readily agreed.
He sighed, slicing quickly into the locking mechanism so there wouldn't be a record of his coming and going, and then slipped in the door.
[[ for sparkle! ]]
But now he had a window. It wasn't a big one - 15 minutes, maybe 20, tops - but it would have to be enough.
They kept their hostage in a small room in the center of the ship, doors sealed and all the terminals inside shut off. There was a bed, a table, and chairs; that was about the extent of it. If they'd taken one of the Jedi, they would have bothered with a real cell, but Nina had considered that a waste of resources, and Theemin had readily agreed.
He sighed, slicing quickly into the locking mechanism so there wouldn't be a record of his coming and going, and then slipped in the door.
[[ for sparkle! ]]
