"Thank you, Ma'am." And in they go.

It's not a huge space, maybe three meters across and two meters high. It has two bunks, a small desk, a wall interface, and sliding doors leading to a pair of even smaller chambers (one a closet, one a bathroom).

Shreya demonstrates the most basic uses of the wall interface--including how to call for help if they need it--and then steps back into the hall.

"I need to get some rest now, myself. Would you like me to come by again later? Just tell me about how many degrees to take off and I'll set an alarm for myself as appropriate."

Shreya is very excited. Shreya's master has given her an Important Job and she intends to do her Very Best.

The Sith goes straight to bed, and falls asleep immediately.

"Deskyl should rest for the next few days, but I'd appreciate a tour of the station if you have time to give me one. Whenever is convenient, Ma'am."

Shreya considers.

She would really like to show the Mysterious Shiny Woman around her home right now.

But she has already been awake for half again as long as humans are meant to be at a stretch and she is beginning to feel jittery from fatigue. And Culamine would not like to have her a tour of her domain given by a jittery person, would she?

"Two degrees," she blurts out finally. "I'll set an alarm for two degrees."

And then she bounds off.

DZ goes back inside, and goes to lock the door.

There isn't a lock on the door.

Fortunately, Shreya just showed her how to call for help.

"Hello? What is your emergency?"

An androgynous youth seated at a console answers DZ's call.

(She has a bored demeanor, initially, but when she glances up from console and looks DZ in the face the youth seems Somewhat Startled by DZ's appearance.)

"Hello, I'm DZ-twelve-Q, calling on behalf of my master, Deskyl; Shreya brought us in a little while ago. I just noticed that the room assigned to us doesn't have a lock on the door; Deskyl is a fighter, and if someone comes in and startles her, she might injure her, especially if she's asleep when she comes in."

"Wait. Back up."

The youth sets aside everything else she was doing and gives DZ her full attention.

"I don't know of any dragon called Deskyl. And you're currently calling from a room that would Definitely Not Fit A Dragon. And what are you wearing?" She leans in, scrutinizing the screen in front of her. "Is that colonial scout armor?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Ma'am, you must not have been notified yet. Deskyl is a Sith; she's human, but she can do magic. She teleported us to Shreya's SLAYER a few hours ago, and Shreya brought us here on Culamine's orders."

"If she's human, then why are you calling her master--Oh. Ohhhhhh. This is some sort of weird roleplay thing, isn't it?"

The youth frowns.

"This is a gross misuse of the station's emergency hotline. I'm going to have to write you a citation for this."

"I assure you I'm telling the truth, Ma'am."

"Sure. And I'm just an Orc of below average height."

She rolls her eyes, touches something on the console in front of her, and then the screen goes dark.

That's not good.

She stations herself outside the door.

For the first half hour or so, nobody comes anywhere near their door. In fact, only a couple of people even enter the side passage that their door branches off of.

(One of these people stops to stare at DZ for a bit, but does not approach.)

Eventually a woman in uniform comes striding up purposefully from the direction of the main hallway, makes eye contact with DZ and then approaches to a distance of just a couple of meters.

"Hello. I received a complaint regarding this residential unit."

She's all deference, but holds her ground in the doorway. "Yes, Ma'am, there seems to have been a misunderstanding. Did Shreya turn in a report when she returned to the station?"

"Shreya..." She hmmmms to herself for a moment. "She wasn't actually scheduled back for a couple more cycles. I certainly haven't seen any reports filed."

"All right. She returned about half a degree ago; you should have record of that. Deskyl, who is a kind of human who can do magic, teleported us into her SLAYER, and Culamine had her bring us here."

The woman seems to consider asking for further clarification, but in the end elects not to.

(It might be worth noting that, in the holographic dictionary, the words for "magic" and "teleport" were both marked as archaic/speculative rather than as existing in the language’s common lexicon.)

Instead she says: "I'll contact Shreya."

And then she backs up a couple paces, leans against the wall, and draws a comm unit out from her belt.

"She's asleep right now, Ma'am, and it looked like she needed the rest; perhaps you could check for a report first?"

She pauses, taps back a couple layers on her comm unit, and then takes a different digital route.

A few seconds later, a recording plays from the comm unit. Shreya's voice: "I've got two unexpected guests with me. One of them has injuries of an undetermined nature. Culamine has asked that they be given access to quarters, provisions and medical facilities."

"Yes, Ma'am, that was us."

"Ah." The woman shakes her head. "She really should have told us where she was putting you."

She taps at the screen a couple more times.

"Apparently, a team of paramedics got sent down here forty minutes ago. They're probably still wandering the halls..."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's probably best to send them back; Deskyl's injury isn't the type that mundane healing can help with, and she'd rather not be disturbed."

The woman gives DZ the same sort of searching look that Shreya did when the droid and Deskyl appeared suddenly in her SLAYER's cockpit.

DZ does not even remotely look like she belongs here, and her story does not make a whole lot of sense, and this whole situation is just Far Outside standard operating parameters.

"Okay. I'll make some calls. Please don't leave this area."

"Yes Ma'am." The response is immediate, automatic; of course she will follow this order.

"May we have a lock for this door? I'm concerned that someone will come in and surprise Deskyl; she's a fighter, and might injure someone if she's startled."