"What sort of things? Unless you're looking for SLAYER components, I won't know offhand who you should speak to, though I would be able to ask around?"

"She'll need a few changes of clothing, and I'll need to recharge in the next twenty or thirty degrees; she can make a charger for me, but she'll need parts and tools, I don't know what exactly. And she'll want some poetry and an embroidery kit, eventually, but those aren't urgent."

"Okay. I think I can find someone to provide clothing and someone to provide tools. You might want to start jotting down a list of specific parts you'll need... oh, and specific clothing items she'll want, if your master's picky about that?"

She nods. "I'll get a list next time she's awake. For clothing, I wouldn't say that she's picky, but she won't wear anything that will constrain her movement or get in the way in a fight, and she prefers simple styles and things made of softer fabric. And color is important; Sith only wear dark colors, primarily black and red."

"I'll pass that along. Those preferences sound pretty easy to accommodate, we can probably have a few outfits tailored before she wakes up. Do you know her measurements, by the way? Could probably extrapolate them from my SLAYER's cockpit recordings, but that would be kind of a lot of work."

"Yes Ma'am." She gives them. "Thank you."

She jots the numbers down, stands to go and puts away her tray.

She stops for a moment at the cafeteria door, though, and turns back to DZ.

"Do you need anything to do? In the mean time?"

"No, Ma'am."

She leaves.

And DZ goes back to the room. She ventures out again some hours later to get Deskyl a meal.

They quickly settle into a routine, if a relatively unsteady one; Deskyl doesn't wake on any kind of predictable schedule. When she does, DZ brings her food, and takes her on short walks through the halls near their room - to the cafeteria, once, and to the gymnasium, though she doesn't stay long at either one. When Deskyl is asleep, DZ reads and watches shows on the wall interface, and occasionally goes out on her own; she stays nearby, as directed, but checks the facilities to see if she can work out when they're more and less busy.

Eventually, Deskyl feels up to going through some forms, and they visit the gymnasium again.

This gymnasium is one of the larger spaces in Procyon Station's underbelly, and is in use at pretty much around the clock.

Currently, about two dozen assorted women and leons are frolicking about--availing themselves of exercise equipment, climbing walls, or the wide open field in the room's center whose cushioned surface is covered in surprisingly convincing imitation grass.

The artificial grass is a little disconcerting - no matter the quality, an imitation isn't ever going to look right to someone who can directly sense that it's not alive - but not enough so to stop her from using the space. She picks a quiet patch and stretches briefly before moving on to a beginner's kata sequence while DZ sits watchfully nearby.

This does draw some curious looks from the locals. Human-scale weapon arts are a very obscure skill around here, and biomech-scale weapon arts are typically trained in a simulator carcass rather than in a gymnasium.

Of course, their own exercises may well look as strange to her as hers do to them. Those of them out on the turf with her seem to be occupied with a collaborative recreational enterprise wherein: (1) one of them will throw a small plastic disk into the air, (2) the rest of them will scramble to catch this disk, (3) the person who catches it throws it again immediately, (4) repeat ad infinitum.

While the activity has no obvious martial utility beyond that of basic agility training, they at least seem to be having a lot of fun with it.

She's familiar with games, it's not that surprising. She focuses on her own work, though, well aware of the looks she's drawing, and when she's done with the kata she transitions into a 'saber practice form - still relatively low effort, for her, but something that gives the impression I'm dangerous, don't mess with me, even without her 'saber lit.

They are not intimidated!

They continue to prance about, play their silly games, and occasionally gawk at Deskyl with nary a care in the world.

That's not ideal, but fine; the point isn't to scare them, it's to establish her credentials, so that if she needs to threaten someone later it'll be clear that she can back it up.

She keeps at it for a good twenty minutes, and then heads back to her room.

Pala Kaur is waiting by the door.

When she sees the two of them approaching, she hmmms for a moment and then strides up to meet them.

"I hope this degree finds you well."

    "And you as well, Ma'am." The robot and the Sith sign back and forth for a few moments. "Can we help you with something?"

"No, I was just here to pass along information." This would be so much easier, she thinks, if somebody would give these two a crash course in using personal comm systems. "Culamine will be returning to this station soon, and she wanted someone to show you where you'll be able to reach her."

More signing.

    "I'll go, Ma'am, unless you need Deskyl for something."

Pala shakes her head.

"Nothing needed. I'm just here to pass along my master's word."

She'll show DZ the way to the station's main Audience Chamber now?

Yep.

Once they're on their way, DZ asks: "I haven't managed to work out your hierarchy here yet, Ma'am, would you mind telling me about it?"

"Sure, uh." Explaining things to visitors from other universes is not even remotely her job but she thinks Culamine would want her to take her best shot. "So the specific vary from domain to domain, but there's definitely a general hierarchy that holds throughout the Draco Territories?"

They enter an elevator. Pala pushes the button for the highest level.

"So you have the dragons at the top. Obviously."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Humans start out as Unpledged. They're free to pursue their own affairs, within reason, outside of the dragons' domains but require permission to enter them. Unpledged can join vassalages on a more permanent basis by... well... pledging? Basically, you read up on whichever vassalage you want to join, you tell the dragon 'I understand your rules and will follow them' and then unless the dragon has a reason to say no..?" She shrugs. The elevator reaches its destination. "The expectations for vassalage can vary quite a lot from dragon to dragon, but they're generally things that just about anyone could do if they put their mind to it."

She exits the elevator. She and DZ are nearly weightless: they're quite near to the center of the rotating habitat.