"I could learn to pilot a spaceship, Ma'am, I think. Or a nav droid could, if I can't."

"Might work."

"I can make you a nav droid. ...I would be a little uncomfortable if it is a person because my magic reacts weirdly to people - they automatically like me - but I suppose there is a way to assemble a nav droid capable of forming it's own opinions."

...what.

"We... are people, sir... at least the bar thinks so..."

Felix looks very ashamed and concerned. "Oh, I am sorry. It's just... my world doesn't have droids and from my perspective the term 'nav droid' could either apply to a person or a non-person... much in the same way the term 'organism' could apply to a person or a non-person."

She lays a restraining hand on the droid's forearm. "It makes people? Like -" she waves vaguely at the crowd without looking at it.

"Yes, it varies per dreamshaper, but many could use the magic to create people."

"Fucked up." She shakes her head.

"Droids're people but not - known, acknowledged. Also fucked up."

Felix nods at them both. "My world doesn't have droids, but there are non-human people that faced problems being acknowledged."

Nod. "DZ's all right. 'F I get a navdroid he'll be all right. Can't much more th'n that."

Nod. "Do you want to figure out which kind of ship you want?"

She thinks about it for a few seconds, signs 'go ahead' to the droid, and goes back to her book.

"I - expect I can figure out what she'll want, sir."

Nod nod. "We can ask Bar for catalogues."

She nods.

Bar dislikes to straight up giving them catalogues but is willing to give magazine reviews about spaceships that do the trick.

DZ has a pretty good idea of what Deskyl will need - a meditation room and a sparring chamber and at least one workshop; the hydroponics bay can be small and should probably be automated if that's easy enough; doesn't need much of a sound system but what it does have should be very clear, or just go with visual displays, those are probably better; any vital or hard-to-fix equipment that runs along the hallways should go in the floor or ceiling, not the walls, or be shielded if it has to go in the walls for some reason...

Felix is taking notes. He can shield both horizontal and vertical surfaces. Why the vital equipment can't go on the walls?

"-Oh, sorry, sir, I hadn't realized you wouldn't know about lightsabers. Only Force-sensitive people can use them and they can cut through nearly anything."

"Ah. Well, the closest thing this ship has to a budget is a constraint on how much volume I could create given time and I could create a space-citadel if she so preferred. Could even do it in addition to the spaceship if she think it's convenient."

"All right." She doesn't know what the state of the art in lightsaber-proof materials is offhand, but with a little help from Bar, she can find out.

And it shouldn't take too long until they have an optimized spaceship.

With a couple different layout options and choices for this or that to be slightly better at this or that expense, because if it's just presented as a completed plan that won't work either. DZ brings the plans back over to where the Sith is still sitting.

While she does that Felix is approached by a nearly-identical man with white-gray wings.