"This [i]'scrap heap'[/i] is a gem, [i]Sentinel[/i]" Kast remarked brusquely as the jedi exited the dropship. While the freighter itself was little more than an ugly rusty cuboid block with engines on it, its uses to Kast in particular were numerous. As it was such an old, mundane ship, most people- be they Republic, pirate, freelancer, or now Sith, typically paid it little more attention than a mere passing glance. It was too unremarkable and small to bother caring about. Also, due to its nature, it was inherently disposable a quality Kast found useful in most. 

Kast had 'obtained' this ship several years back, and had converted it into a rudimentary mobile base of operations. The engines had been repaired and tuned to perform admirably given its cost and age, and the small area in between the cockpit and and hangar had been transformed into a multi-purpose living area, cramped with a single table/counter along the wall/corner for all work/hard surface related needs, an intel display, a rudimentary hospital, fit with a small surgery suite and a micro-bacta tank for quick healing. Built into the wall were a pair of cots, as well as a lavatory in the corner. The central area could be easily described as crampt, while the more spacious hangar had enough room for the small dropship as well as a couple crates, and presumably a few people- though the Kast had not fitted the ship with the idea of fitting a large wookie inside in mind.

Instead of seats, positioned around by the table were crates and boxes of about sitting level, and the table itself was strewn with all manner of mechanical parts. Blaster pistols, rifles, weapon parts, tools, and various canisters holding different fluids populated the surface of the table. Similar clutter populated the rest of the living area, along with various items of what were clearly memorabilia: various helmets, a few republic, one or two mandalorian helmets, a few with shattered visors, scorch marks, or blaster holes in them. A loop with half a dozen military dogtags sat on a crate, and the wall by the cots had a trio of lightsaber hilts, as well as a double-bladed lightsaber hilt were hung on a rack in the one section of the ship in a clean condition. 

Kast made his way to the cockpit as he was told, pausing to step towards his lightsaber rack and deposit the newly acquired red one within the rack. Taking note of the number of jedi on his ship, Kast pushed a button on his wrist gauntlet and a chain of energy stretched horizontally across the hilts, preventing their removal from the rack. He glanced at Lucina, and then at the girl in mandalorian armor, and gestured with his head for them to follow him into the cockpit.

Compared to the central area, the cockpit was slightly roomier. Only slightly. The cockpit had a three seats in the front, and another chair off to the side, along with space for one other person to stand momentarily. The middle of the three seats served as the primary pilot chair, with the left and right being weapons and co-pilot respectively. The seat off to the side handled the information and navigational systems of the ship. Kast turned to Lucina.

"Do you have any experience with...." His voice trailed off, remembering the fiasco with the speeder bikes. "Actually, nevermind, take the navigational suite." he said, nodding to the navigation seat. Turning to the prisoner/merc, he gave her a quick size up. 

"Are [i]you[/i] any good with flying?" He asked her, as he sat down in the pilot's seat. He typically had no need for a co-pilot, as he was used to flying on his own, but the extra hands never hurt. 

"Lucina, set a course for Coruscant."