Sounds good to Deskyl; she follows along.

Devika locates a promising service hatch and gets to work opening up. It's not exactly intended to be operated manually but she has some tools on her and the mechanism holding it shut isn't exactly a complicated one.

Alright. Let's see what's behind door number one.

There's a completely unremarkable storage room behind door number one. On the far side of the room is a second hatch like the one she just finessed.

Okay. Okay. It makes sense there'd be more than one between the transport corridor and assembly floor...

Devika crawls her way across a line of lockers and prepares to get to work on the next door.

(Deskyl reaches out with the Force: Is Devika on the right track?)

(She’s got the right door and is making what would be the right incision into it if she weren’t upside-down.) 

She spins to the right orientation and signs for Devika to do the same.

Devika follows Deskyl's lead and, not long after, successfully forces the door...

...the space beyond contains an enormous mass of shifting machinery. The assembly infrastructure emerging from the walls of the chamber dutifully adds and removes components from a smaller free-floating workspace--a sort of automated, modular laboratory. From this distance, Devika has trouble making out the specifics of the laboratory's current function.

(Devika checks her comm unit for more information.)

The machinery below is currently running tests related to hyperdrive manufacture, in accordance with instructions relayed down from the residential hub.

They sure aren't wasting time here. Whatever technology you and DZ shared with our host must be pretty valuable.

Lightning flashes between open conduits in a couple places. Hot gases vent from distant apertures. Devika confirmed before cracking open the room that they'd have a safe vantage point, but still the proximate hyperspatial science makes her hairs stand on end.

Deskyl keeps an eye on the machinery; it's not dangerous, she can tell, but if that changes, well, there's someone here her danger sense doesn't apply to.

Yes, she signs, and freedom again.

Just like every other time she's focused on it since getting here, Deskyl's danger sense registers pervasive dread--a uniform sense of peril throughout the entire station--without any imminent or specific focus of threat.

The machinery remains safe to view at this distance for as long as they care to view it.

When that's done, Devika will lock the hatches back into place and lead the way down the transport corridor and further into the assembly quadrant of the macrofabricator.

They've started assembly of the new engines in another section. I just have to find the right door.

She hops from handhold to handhold, inspecting the available branches of the structure and cross-referencing them with the schematics on her comm.

Deskyl leaves her to it, this time.