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Post by The Conman on Dec 14, 2015 21:41:07 GMT -5
As soon as her wife spat her coffee out all over the table Donnie was overwhelmed by raucous laughter for a few moments, and crumpled onto the table, head on the table, hands over the back of her head. It'd been awhile since she'd seen Var lose it like that, and a big change from how she was mere hours before. Not that the woman wanted to minimize her missing son, but seeing her wife in better spirits did a lot to make Donnie feel more at ease.
After a few seconds of laughter, still slightly giggling, she reached out and put her hand on Var's shoulder for a moment, shaking her head trying to hold back more laughs, eyes closed, nodded and got up, heading towards the Caf maker.
"Okok, I'm on it..." Donnie mused, as she walked the short distance to the machine.
As Var explained her thoughts on how they should investigate the planet, Donnie strode over, listening intently, refilled Var's cup, and retrieved hers with a free hand, then returned the carafe to the machine. After doing so, she paused for a moment, a gurgling in her guts...it'd been hours since she'd last eaten, the woman realized, as Var finished up her thoughts. The tan woman grabbed the kitchen towel that was wrapped around the handle of the oven nearby, and spun around, leaning back up against the autochef, sipping her coffee.
"I agree, entirely. Hopefully this'll be a quick in and out sort of thing, no stupidity...last thing we want is to have to shoot our way out of this place, hopefully...whatshisface...will have gotten something to work with so it's not going to be too difficult to get what we need, the less exposure we have here, the better." Donnie explained, glancing down at herself and sprouting a sideways grin, the irony of her statement not lost on the woman given her current attire, and glanced at the hand holding the towel, and tossed it towards Var, to clean up the Caf.
She was about to complain about having to wear pants when what'shisface the slicer made his grand appearance.
"Sen. My name's Sen'da." He said, sounding somewhat frustrated.
Donnie waved, and he looked over, eyes settling on the woman's boobs.
"Uhhh..." he managed to get out, mouth somewhat agape.
Donnie waved her hand in front of the space between herself and Sen, the man's eyes still focused firmly on her chest.
"Sen, hon, they're tits. Half the population has them..." Doneeda explained slowly, as she walked back towards Var and the Table, sitting down beside her Wife.
"Uhh...I...Uh found out...." He stopped and looked away from Donnie and her body, at the wall, trying to focus.
"Ok...Ma'am-" He said, being cutoff by Donnie.
" Doneeda. Call me Doneeda." Donnie cut in, explaining he didn't need to be so formal.
" Whatever, Look, I can't...concentrate with..." He said, turning towards Donnie and gesturing towards her chest.
The Twi'lek held her arms to her sides slightly, and looked down, then looked over at Var, then back at Sen, confused, but starting to get it. He couldn't concentrate with Donnie wearing her "stayin' at home clothes". She sighed, and leaned forward onto the table, and looked over at Var.
"Men..." She muttered to Var.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 15, 2015 23:16:13 GMT -5
Var caught the towel when it was tossed to her, and she immediately set about properly sopping up the brown liquid on the table. Luckily she'd had it black, and this cup had been with very light sugar. Not likely to be sticky. The slicer shuffled in, which Var was vaguely aware of as she finished up with the table. Another few wipes and the sound of blankness wafted over from the spectacled-man. Var looked up and noticed he was staring at the breasts. Donnie's cleavage was indeed ample. She did often skip the procedural bra. She did often wear tank tops that were either the wrong shade, wrong thickness, or both. Also given ambient temperature her nipples were probably trying to escape their prison.
The results were often distracting for men.
A thin smile crawled onto the pale woman's face, as she realized with pleasure she was mostly immune to that charm. She was far more fond of Donnie's flat stomach, and the area just below it.
She wasn't above amusement from the slicer's discomfort though. Particularly as Donnie did exactly what Donnie usually did, namely further exploit the advantage and the amusing situation. Of course she stripped the concept of breasts down broadly to 'half the population.' The fact was, there was a very small minority of that population which could clear a shelf by making a sudden turn. The fact he was staring was probably more due to gravitic forces or something than simply testosterone. After all, he wasn't really staring at Var's modest chest. Though she did have the suspicion he'd sized up her rear a bit.
When concentration was broached and Donnie flatly sighed about 'men', in a way that suggested she was amused more than anything else, Var took that as her sign to intervene. She slid out from the chair, moved over to Sen'da, and put one hand on each of his boney shoulders. Then she rotated him to face away from Donnie.
"Okay, stare at that section of wall and talk. Problem solved."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 15, 2015 23:57:49 GMT -5
Donnie leaned back in her chair after Var got up and watched her walk over, put her hands on his shoulders, and spin the man around. The woman guffawed a bit and got herself under control. As much as she was amused by Sen's discomfort with the situation, he kinda did have the information that'd help them (hopefully) narrow down where they'd need to look on Vandeltheim for more clues. The Twi'lek figured antagonizing the man wasn't probably the best idea.
They'd had their fun with him...for now.
"Alright, alright, Var let the man go-" Donnie piped up, draining the remnants of her caf, and standing up.
"I'll be back in a sec." She said, walking off towards her room to get somewhat more properly dressed.
Sen, feeling Var's grip on his shoulders fall away, turned around just in time to catch Donnie as she walked away, the man rolling his eyes and shaking his head, noticing she was wearing a pair of shorts that looked like they'd been painted on, the woman being as impressive from behind as she was from the front. The green skinned man looked over at Var.
"Mind if I grab a Caf?" He asked sheepishly, receiving a nod in return.
He shuffled over to the Caf machine and pulled a cup out of the cupboard after a moment of searching for the right one, then poured it full of the black goodness. As he turned around, he heard somebody walking back into the kitchen, and Doneeda reappeared, this time wearing a black bra under her white tank top, and a pair of dark cargo pants. She looked over at Sen.
"Better?" She asked with a smirk, getting a nod and a sideways smirk from Sen, as she gestured for him to move to the table.
"Sit, sit," Doneeda said, sitting down in the spot she'd occupied before beside Var, Sen coming to sit in the seat opposite, leaning over onto his elbows on the table, hands cupped around the drink.
"Well...Good news and bad news, I guess..." He said, taking a sip of his Caf.
"Good news, I guess, is that when they took him, they took him alive, and from what the media is reporting on this, they were trying to rob a bank, not take him specifically hostage....The bad news, well...is that they don't know who he is, so they're either sitting on him until they can figure out what to do with him, or they've airlocked him and disappeared into the black." Sen said, somewhat bluntly, not being good at sugarcoating things.
"D'yah...have any description of their ship? Idea where they went? Anything more useful than "he's hostage and could be dead"?" Donnie asked flatly, somewhat unimpressed with his lack of progress, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"Actually, yeah...they could have gone to one of two spaceports. Both have security systems, so all I have to do is get into them and have the computers do their face recognition thing to see if I can figure out which one they went too, then what bay they were in, then get a picture of the ship they were flying." He explained, somewhat quickly and enthusiastically.
Donnie nodded. She wanted more, she wanted all of the information, and she wanted it right then, but her rational side realized that wasn't possible. They needed to get to vandelheim and get Sen into the security networks in the spaceports in question to get to the next step. There wasn't really much to do aside from hurry up and wait, it seemed.
"Alright...well, the pla-" The tan twi'lek started to explain, being cutoff by Sen.
"I know the plan, I stay here with Jade, you guys go out on a date, I'm cool with that. You'll need to get the bugs I'm making into a network access port at each spaceport, do that and we're golden." He said, not entirely sure how he was going to access their networks yet nor how to actually explain to his benefactors what the correct ports looked like.
Doneeda nodded, figuring he'd tell them if there was anything special about the ports in question, and looking over to Var.
"What'cha think, hon?" Donnie asked her, hoping her far more reliable decision making skills would poke any holes that needed to be poked in their plan before they got holes poked in them by blaster fire for not poking holes in said plan.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 16, 2015 1:33:47 GMT -5
Admittedly Var stared at the receding ass right along with the slicer. She'd been informed by reliable sources that her own rear was good, but it didn't stop her from appreciating one she could actually see. And handle. She granted the poor nerd permission to grab a cup of caf, not that he really needed it, while they waited for Donnie to change. If there was going to be company around for the forseeable future though...
Var started thinking about propriety of shower schedules, of clothing. Balancing the laundry schedule so nobody got Donnie's g-strings out of the washer by mistake. Or for that matter her own undergaments. Somehow Sen didn't seem the type to be sneaking away undergarments, she'd already pegged him for the type to hide away with a collection of pornographic material the size of some planetary libraries. She also had the sneaking suspicion Enarin was the same, though she'd never had any desire to confirm or deny that guess.
Of course she did shoot a glare at the green slicer over his good news bad news commentary, because it was all old information presented with the tact of a badly-programmed droid. If she'd been more scabrous she'd have smacked him upside the head. Instead she frowned very disapprovingly.
Luckily Donnie took over, and handled things until the plan was laid out, and then Var was consulted in a manner that she knew meant Donnie wanted to head off to the cockpit with a cup of caf and not deal with planning, or budgets, or technical concerns, or whatever kind of realistic drivel was harshing her mellow. Or whatever phrase she was inclined to use at the time. That meant she had to evaluate the concerns that would bubble up, and there were quite a few. What did the thing look like? How did you install the bug? Where was the port to begin with?
"Donnie, go check on how Jada's doing," Var gestured towards the cockpit. "I'll sort this out."
It didn't take any of her ex-Jedi skills to tell that was the inevitable conclusion. A short second or so later and Var jumped into her questions.
"So where are these ports going to be?"
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Post by The Conman on Dec 17, 2015 0:55:24 GMT -5
Donnie nodded to Var, then to Sen, and got up, and strode over to the Caf machine and refilled her cup, then popped the cupboard open and extracted another one, and filled it, figuring Jada would probably appreciate a cup. She took one final look over at Sen and Var, who seemed to be getting into details about the plan, and headed off for the cockpit.
"Hoooller if you need me!" Donnie said, loudly enough for the pair to hear, walking at a brisk pace towards the cockpit.
Var's ability to "get" her was one of the woman's amazing qualities. There was only so much theoretical planning garbage she could stand. Sen didn't know squat aside from how to get more info, good enough, she thought. He and Var could figure out how to make that happen without anybody getting shot, arrested, or pregnant. All three of which, truth be told, were more often than not a risk for operations planned by Donnie, and she was woman enough to admit that to herself.
Var's plans, on the other hand, typically didn't come with such dangers.
After a few seconds, the Tan woman turned the left turn into the back section of the cockpit, the primary escape pod behind her, Jada's back to her front, lekku hanging over the back of the seat, arms seemingly crossed, with her feet up on the console. Donnie smirked and let out a small chuckle, the YT-2400s pilot's console seemed to be designed at the perfect height to act as a foot rest. The woman walked forward, ducking and dodging around the controls, and slid into the co-pilots seat, Jada looking over, Donnie nodding as she got situated.
"Morning..." she said, sliding her cup into the cupholder on her side, noticing Jada already had a cup, but it was empty. The Tan twi'lek deflty swapped it out for the full one she'd brought, and tossed the plastic cup over her shoulder, it ricocheting around behind them somewhere.
"Heh...love doing that." Donnie said, flipping on the controls on her side, and doing some quick couse checks, nodding and donning a small smirk.
"Jada...this is good, very good-" Doneeda said, putting her left hand on Jada's right thigh as she looked over at her, patting it slightly, before returning to the controls.
"SO..." Donnie began, taking a sip of her Caf with one hand, her other pulling her lekku to the front of her shoulders, draping over her chest, as she wiggled to get them out from being pinned behind her back and chair.
"Stupid...humancentric...designs.." She muttered, before looking over at Jada.
"Tell me about you...Things are kinda moving quickly, so I kinda...uh...didn't read your file, where you from? You born in the fleet?" Donnie asked, innocently, trying to make conversation while her hands manipulated the controls, going into more indepth checks of the engines and related systems.
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Sen really couldn't avoid getting an eyefull of Donnie's shapely rear as she motored around the kitchen, though he did do his best to keep his eyes on the woman's mate. It seemed like Var was the brains, and Donnie was the...eye candy? He wasn't quite sure what roll the attractive woman played, she seemed somewhat derpy to the slicer.
Either way, her wife had a certain kind of attractiveness to her he couldn't really put a finger on. Her body was fantastic, just...in a different way. Donnie's would draw eyes from miles, Var's, however...the more he looked, the better she got. Not that he was currently, the man wasn't stupid, he'd need to sell the idea to her, not "humps". That meant no bs, no staring at her boobs ( not much of a problem, given the fact she dressed sensibly ), and solid explanations.
The man shook his head, figuring they both knew the answer to that question. They'd more than likely be in or around a security office, though on a safe-ish planet like Vandeltheim, it'd be entirely possible they only had droid security forces at some of the more low rent space ports...of which both candidates were, thus making the job a ton easier.
"Realistically? They're going to be somewhere near, or maybe even in, the guards offices. You're going to have to figure out a way to get near or into the offices to get the bug planted. If they're droid security setups, just ion-cannon a droid, and bring it to me, I can use it's transceiver, but if it's...y'know...people, you and your lovely wife will have to figure something out." He explained, calmly.
What that "something" was he had no idea, that wasn't his job description, but from the Rep the pair had, he was confident they'd come up with something.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 17, 2015 1:27:53 GMT -5
Jada slept like a hair-trigger on a pistol was at rest. Namely, perfectly until the slightest thing caught her attention. In this case it had been the sounds of Donnie and Var waking up and going about their routine. Of course with nothing but the streaks of hyperspace ahead of her in the cockpit, Jada's amber eyes were kept closed, and she had an even pattern of breathing that suggested she was asleep. She had damned good hearing, and the footfalls that came she promptly identified as Donnie. There was a science to it actually.
The weight of the subject, the size of the feet, the type of shoes. Donnie weighed substantially more than Var or Sen'da, but right now she was barefoot. There was a very quiet kind of slapping sound from the steps. Jada opened her eyes in time to see Donnie give her a cup of caf and slide into the seat next to her. Tradition was the only factor that made one seat different than the other, both had identical controls. As such she didn't particularly mind it. The thrown empty cup though, well that suggested to the black Twi'lek that she'd be doing a lot of routine cleaning tasks.
The hand on her thigh prompted a quiet kind of quizzical look. It was removed quickly. Donnie started talking instead. The trivial bits requiring no response faded, and what was left was a query about her personnel record. It was the sort of thing that Jada associated with a desire to fish for information. But on the other hand the woman was a quick data transfer from all the information, it seemed pointless to fish for it. The dominant question in Jada's mind was if this was a serious question that she had to answer. She stared at Donnie as if she'd get answers on that.
Instead there was sort of an expectant silence as the tan woman fussed with controls.
"Nar Kaaga," Jada replied in her usual gruffly polite tone.
It was a shitty frozen swamp, with temperatures hovering around freezing, where you were constantly chilled to the bone and hacking your lungs up. A place with no redeeming qualities and no reason to visit.
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Var listened. It boiled down to entering the security office. Far from the best course of action in her opinion. On the other hand she could think of many worse courses, and this wasn't beyond impossibility. Frankly she'd prefer people to droids. It had been a while since she'd done a mind trick, and she wasn't about to advertise to anybody present that she could. It was more her own hide she was interested in saving in that respect. She'd managed to avoid any inquisitors nosing after her for quite some time, and that was not a reality she wanted changed.
Maybe the slicer could be convenient though...
"We'll figure it out. I have one other concern though. Do you have any tools to block the security footage? I don't want to leave any documentation we were there."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 17, 2015 1:59:08 GMT -5
Donnie flipped through the various switches and dials with a practiced ease. The checks she was flying through were part of her daily routine, and she'd done them since her father had entrusted them to her at the age of 14. The result was that Donnie was faar away, not really paying attention to what Jada was actually saying, and just hearing words, her mind formulating responses without the woman really thinking about it.
"Ooo, sounds nice, pretty this time of year?" The tan twi'lek asked somewhat absentmindedly , switching her screen to the hyperdrive overview, noticing the portside hypermatter reactor was running overpressure slightly. Nothing to worry her, still worth sending Tater to have a look at.
Not really paying attention to Jada's responses, she reached with her right arm and grabbed around while flipping a few switches with her left hand, grabbing for the intercom. After a few seconds she got frustrated and looked behind her.
"Damint..." the woman muttered, turning around and grabbed the small, puck shaped unit, tethered to the ceiling by a bungee cord.
" Hey, Tater, take a look at the port side hypermatter reactor, it's overpressure. " Donnie explained, hearing some very annoyed bleeping coming through the radio. She looked over at Jada and shook her head, and let the device go, springing back to it's usual location.
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Sen chuckled, he could insert hardcore wookie porn instead of security footage if he really wanted too. Altering data though, wasn't really the best idea, they'd be able to tell, what with the giant furry penis and all, that somebody'd been poking around. Seemed like Var wanted to avoid that, understandably. Which basically meant no shenanigans.
" Well, blocking it isn't the best idea, that'll be just as obvious as if I were to cut in some hardcore wookie porn to any of their computer guys....no, I'll have to loop it and hope nobody notices." Sen suggested, taking a sip of his coffee.
"The issue is that if we block the security footage, it'll just make it more obvious something happened, I can loop it, and provided everybody does everything right...we'll be fine, nobody will be the wiser, no reason to look at it ever." He finished up, taking another sip of his coffee.
The man had left out that he'd probably have to dodge around some security measures, probably alarms, as would the gruesome twosome going into the belly of the beast. He was laying equal odds that they'd be shooting their way out, at this point.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 20, 2015 23:02:05 GMT -5
Jada sat in the pilot's seat looking over the displays through her amber eyes, drinking them in as she paid equal attention to the distracted charge next to her. Distracted was self-evident. If she said Nar Kaaga sounded nice, it meant she'd never heard of Nar Kaaga. Without exception, nobody there had anything even remotely decent to add about the place. It was cold, it stank, and if it were to disappear tomorrow, few would care. Fewer still would shed a tear over the loss of such a planet. Jada was certainly the harshest critic of that frozen swamp.
Her eyes even narrowed a little at the 'pretty' comment.
Pretty was a sunset on Tatooine. Pretty was a flower in a vase. Pretty was a young woman with flowers in her headband and a smile.
Nar Kaaga was hideously ugly, from the dull, dead grey of winter, to the ugly dull, dead brown of summer, to the spring when ugly pods of seeds would float in the muck and the mire to spread on their own future generations of ugly pods of seeds. There was nothing decent for the eyes. It was a planet for the blind, and a planet for those who couldn't smell.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Jada asked coldly, after trying to think how to politely ask her charge if she was insane, and failing.
Var had to admit he had a point about the security footage. Her interest though was far from innocent. She'd been hoping to disrupt the signal just long enough to cover up a good Jedi mindtrick. Obviously that wasn't a fact she wanted to advertise to the slicer, or to the guards who might review the tape. Oh yes, she might've gotten it properly done without any signs, but she'd never been able to succeed at it without the hand motion even back in her younger days when she was fresh. She hadn't called on the Force... Well for years.
It was still there. Like an old container of spices you rarely used, but had 100% confidence were still there, good enough, and could save a recipe if you needed it.
"All right. Give us the devices, and we'll get it done."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 21, 2015 12:33:07 GMT -5
Doneeda stopped what she was doing, Jada's tone coming through loud and clear. She'd touched some kind of nerve, but wasn't quite sure how. The woman had a vague memory that Nar Kaaga was in Hutt space, and that a bunch of hutts who thought they were...something, snails or somesuch nonsense, ran it. That was about all she could dig out of her memory though quickly, nothing about if it was nice this time of year.
She leaned back in her chair and looked over at Jada, with an awkward look on her face, unsure about what she'd done.
"Uhm...well no, I mean, I'm just trying to make conversation..." Donnie said, trailing off mid sentence, noticing the blinking on the display in front of her had stopped out of the corner of her eye and turning to focus on that.
After a moment of realizing Tater had actually done something right, she looked back over at the darker of the pair, still somewhat confused, but able to focus on her more now that the drives were running properly.
"...Maybe yes? Iunno Jada, I've never been to Nar Kaaga-" Donnie said innocently, pausing to sip her coffee.
"-Why, you mad, gurl?" Donnie asked with a smirk, attempting to lighten the mood, hoping Jada's sense of humor wasn't as scarred as the rest of her.
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Sen nodded.
He'd have to get to work, the man knew that, the bugs wouldn't build themselves, though Donnie's Space TV's remote would have to be sacrificed to the cause. He figured leaving that bit out would be wise, as he could just replace the thing once they returned to the fleet.
"Alright, then, I've got work to do, if there's nothing else?" Sen asked politely, hoping Var would let him get to it.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 21, 2015 13:15:18 GMT -5
Jada abruptly realized during the response that, really, she didn't understand Donnie. The woman was not the kind of person she normally dealt with. Down below decks in the section for their fighters, problems were usually solved by stepping into the nearest empty room and punching the shit out of each other. Humor was of the very coarse variety, with phrases like 'throwing a sausage into a cave' par for the course. Jada was having seriously trouble comprehending Donnie's 'u mad' statement. She wasn't mad for the simple reason that she usually kept herself under tight control. If she WAS mad, bad things happened. Things like clavicles broken in three places.
If she punched someone, they stayed down.
"When I get mad," Jada said in that deliberate cool tone, "People die."
She was silent for a few seconds, staring at the tan woman before she looked back to the display.
"So no. I'm not mad."
Var nodded her assent.
"Go ahead, get to it," She advised Sen, sipping her coffee again and leaning back in her seat. It was almost time for the morning shower. The ordinary routine was back, more or less, since Donnie had returned. It was good to know some things could stay normal, or remotely normal, even in crisis.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 21, 2015 13:51:37 GMT -5
Doneeda sighed, the information was good, but the conversation was going nowhere and the woman was now somewhat convinced she'd confused the woman. All the Twi'lek wanted was for her to say some absentminded thing about how the weather was shitty or something, they'd somehow instead gotten to weather or not Jada was mad. The Tan Twi'lek shot a sidelong look towards the whirling blue mass that was hyperspace, then looked back to her humorless friend.
"Jada...I'm just trying to have fun, that's all, joke around, you know?" She asked, realizing that the concept of humor may be a foreign one to the dark woman.
Donnie turned herself in the chair more towards Jada so she didn't have to crane her neck around, arm leaning on the rest nearest her dark companion, bum pushed up against the one farthest, legs crossed and knees bent at the end of the seat, to let her spin around. The woman's coffee was in her right hand, sitting on the control console. It was, strangely, more comfy to her than trying to spin her neck around like some kind of owl.
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Sen gave a quiet 'ok" and got up, heading off towards the den where he'd setup his gear, intent on getting to work. He'd probably need most of the rest of the time they had until they arrived to get everything prepared. The man made a mental note to bother one or both of his benefactors if he needed anything, but short of that, to stay out of the way.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 21, 2015 15:48:29 GMT -5
Jada's brow was furrowed and she looked at Donnie. She questioned herself momentarily why she was reacting this way to the joke. It seemed odd to her that the question had suddenly shifted to her sense of humor. It was there. She did like a joke. But what was there grating on her still was Nar Kaaga. It wasn't the joke part or the lack of attention that was irritating her, it was the Nar Kaaga portion. The place was a cesspool, and one that inspired a lot of very negative emotions from Jada. She had a very set jaw, teeth pressed together, and a very narrowed look in the eyes.
"I do have a sense of humor," The black Twi'lek insisted. "I just frelling hate Nar Kaaga."
It was the best way she was going to make the point. And besides, the tan woman seemed the sort to be fine with bluntness. To like it even.
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Var watched Sen go, and she drained her cup. She recycled it, and then headed back into the refresher, bolting the door behind her, peeling off layers of clothes, and then turning on the water until it was adequately hot. Then she stepped into the hot water and tried to forget about the whole stressful situation. For ten minutes at least.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 21, 2015 16:26:31 GMT -5
Donnie nodded to Jada, appreciative of her honesty, though smirking somewhat at her insistence of having a sense of humor, intentional or not, it was comical in a cute sort of way.
The woman made a mental note, Nar Kaaga was a sore point.
Either the weather was that bad or it was where Jada'd gotten those scars. Either way, it was a thread Doneeda wasn't intent on pulling, given the situation with her companion. She hated Nar Kaaga, seemed like that much was certain, and that was pretty much all Donnie really needed, so she decided to drop it and move on, hopefully to something that wouldn't be something Jada hated.
"Alright, alright, no Nar Kaaga, no Nar Kaaga, I got it." Donnie said with a mock-exasperated tone, holding up her hand closest to Jada and bowing her head somewhat. After speaking, she returned her hands to their proper location and looked back properly at Jada, figuring pancakes would resolve the situation.
" Anywho, Iunno about you, but I'm starving, wanna grab some breakfast? " The tan woman asked with a warm smile, then swinging her leg over the armrest and getting up, moving towards the back of the cockpit, retrieving her errant cup in the process.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 22, 2015 15:26:01 GMT -5
Jada had watched the cooking attempt with eyes that were, well, wide with horror. She'd never before seen someone dump such disparate quantities of essential ingredients and the nutrient-powder they widely distributed into a large bowl. It was a shocking way to cook. The rapid whisking splattered bits of batter on the bulkhead. The pan was starting to smoke already, she'd poured the oil in and heated it up before even mixing the batter. It was no surprise then that it flamed up, noxious smoke and all. The pancake that had been plopped into the pan had decided it was more prudent to skip golden and delicious and jump straight to more burnt than Satan's anus after the ghost pepper chili cook-off in Hell.
Things had further been complicated when the nearest extinguisher Jada picked up dribbled a tiny bit of chemical and then gave up with a gasping sound like a Chandrilan youth learning the store was out of locally-sourced mushroom tea.
The large, black Twi'lek had darted down the corridor to the next extinguisher, and returned to a large pillar of flame. Luckily the second extinguisher worked, and she hosed the flames down, side to side, until the whole thing was coated in chemical foam, and the fire was out. The pancake was reduced down to the charred remains of a self-immolated monk protesting some act of violence. Smoke hung about their heads like the interior of a particular scuzzy cantina.
Jada looked Donnie right in the eye.
"Your wife is the one who cooks, am I right?"
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Post by The Conman on Dec 22, 2015 23:08:06 GMT -5
The tan twi'lek jumped back as the pan erupted into a towering inferno for what she believed was literally no reason. She'd done everything right...at least as much as she could remember, Donnie'd watched Var make food enough times, she figured she could pull off a pancake. Though, she did have a brainwave that it shouldn't have been 2 cm thick and taking up the entire pan, sloshing oil everywhere.
The woman was hiding behind the kitchen table, arms over her head when Jada came bounding back into the Kitchen, extinguisher in hand, and started hosing down the stove. Donnie peeked over the table gingerly as the dark woman finished, coughing a bit from the smoke that'd collected. After a beat, it was pretty obvious that things had been put out, and Doneeda stood up to full height, and gingerly walked around the table, covering her mouth coughing slightly, Jada turning around and looking at her.
The woman's question was logical...and slightly hilarious. Donnie looked down, at the floor, and wrung her hands. Jada was right, Var...or her son, Enarin, nearly always did the cooking...
"Uh...heh...yeaah...Var and Enarin do the cooking...I-" Donnie stopped, coughing, for a moment, then continuing.
"-Y'know, just thought I could make a pancake...Anyway-" The woman was interrupted by a coughing fit, intent on continuing, but being cutoff.
Tater squealed into the room, beeping away like a freak, and stopped nearby Jada and Donnie, then popped his fire extinguisher attachment out and looked at Donnie, then Jada. The tan woman's eyes went wide and she started in towards Tater, hoping she could get to his power button before he did what she thought he was about to do.
Which, of course, she didn't, the Astromech instead unleashing a veritable torrent of fire-extinguishing foam at the pair of Twi'leks.
"OHGODTATERWHAT*COUGHCOUGH*THEFUC-" Donnie yelled, arms up in front of her face while she dove towards the other side of the kitchen, attempting to avoid Tater's deluge.
"JAAADA, RED BUTTON, ON HIS*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH*HEAD!" Donnie yelled from behind an overturned chair.
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