Near the Millenium Falcon . . .

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Camulus stalks up to the Millenial Falcon, hauling behind him a sarcophagus covered in intricate Celtic knots and designs of which a snake is most prominent, on a wheeled dolly that looks suspiciously like one of the ones used for storing and transporting wrestling mats. The stencilled letters "Property of Fandom High P.E." were absolutely not clearly visible. After circling the jagged monstrosity and failing to find a hatch or ring device, he gives up and bangs on what seems to be the most likely place for a door.

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*ramp lowers*

Evening, sir. That your stuff?

*leads Prof. Camulus around the front and shows him the concealed plate.*

Press your palm to it, and I'll set the lock to let you in anytime.

*some beeping and swearing later, a very large loading hatch opens.*

There we go. Right up the ramp and to your right, Professor.
We got the partitions all in place.

*Directs to screened off section of hold.*

Your 'fresher's through here, head and sonic shower.

*demonstrates plumbing*

Your zapper is here. Just set the time and press the green button.

*The original numbers are taped over, with Arabic numerals written on the tape. it looks a lot like a microwave.*

The food synth has been reprogrammed with menus in English. Just use the touch-screen and the synth will turn out anything you want. It's all processed nutrimix, so it's best if you eat real food at least once a week.

The lock's all set.

the main part of the ship is up that ladder there. Take a left in the ring corridor and you'll be in the forward lounge.

Is it okay?

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*looks around curiously* It will do. The technology is strange. Ugly. But I will have to . . . adjust to it. *pulls some cash out of a concealed fold of his plaidie* I believe this should be enough for both this month and the next.

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She's no beauty, but she's all heart.

*pats ship consolingly*

Thank you, Professor. Make any other payments to the big furry one. That's Captain Chewbacca.