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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 23, 2015 0:15:22 GMT -5
In Jada's experience 'just thought' as a phrase essentially translated to 'I have inexcusably fucked up, please don't hate me.' Since it was her job description to do just that, she nodded at the pancake statement and made a very distinct mental note to keep Donnie well away from the galley in the future. It was essential safety. But no harm, no- Jada's train of thought completely derailed. The R-5 unit rolled into the room. If she recalled it was T-8 or some such designation, Donnie called it Tater. She had no idea if it was an ordinary R-5 or a Boska copy. Neither was an improvement.
Donnie knew it well enough to correctly guess the course of action. It didn't heed her plea.
They became coated with fire suppressant foam, despite Donnie's leap behind the nearest furniture. The instruction she left over the red button was fully heeded however, and Jada sprang into action. The droid, however, became instantly aware of her strategy, and rolled away from her arm with alarming speed, screaming electronically at the top of its speakers. The warbling beeps and bloops oscillated as it rotated the dome, leaving the galley for the main cabin, rolling away frantically screaming in droidspeak about the impending murder it was fleeing, presumably calling for help.
It ran headlong into the wall opposite the galley entrance, thus buying Jada the inch she needed to slap the red button.
It was at this moment when the door in the galley hissed open, and Var leaned out, a towel the tone of her skin wrapped around her slender body, dripping water, completely free of her typical smokey make-up, looking extremely wary.
Her blue eyes flitted to the smoke, to the foam, to the burned remnants in the pan, and to a foam-covered Jada by Tater, and Donnie peeking over the couch at her with the same look as a puppy who'd just gone on the rug and been caught.
Var gave them all her best mother look.
"Donnie, were you cooking again?"
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Post by The Conman on Dec 29, 2015 15:10:54 GMT -5
Doneeda heard a considerable commotion and Tater screaming out in either terror or glee, from her bunker. She'd skittered in a way entirely dissimilar to how a scared rat scurries across the floor away from a cat. After a few seconds, there was a definite silence, and she heard Var's voice waft over her way amid the smoke and foam now coating her and the galley. The woman peeked over the couch, seeing a very thoroughly coated Jada, and Var looking at her the way she looked at Niri when she tried to leave the house wearing a top that was too low cut.
The woman slowly moved forward, butt in the air, leaning over the couch, arms leaning on the back of the piece of furniture, somewhat nervous about weather or not any more surprises would spring out. For a few moments, nothing happened.
After those moments, nothing continued to happen.
Sen motored in, from behind her, getting a pretty decent eyeful of her backend on the way, trying to use his hand to push some of the smoke away while coughing. The green, bespectacled man, took a quick look at the situation, coughed, let out a sharp laugh, then walked away, muttering something about how they were all doomed.
She looked after him and clucked her tongue, then looked back at the situation, extracting herself from the couch, and standing up, using her hand to wipe off some of the foam, sighing.
" Yeah...sorta...I guess...kinda" She burbled, wringing her hands like a child caught farting on the salad.
The woman looked at the floor, then to the still gently smoking galley, then to Jada, then back to Var, a look entirely unlike confidence on her face.
" On the brightside, at least we've got the waterproof autochef, so it'll still work...right?" Doneeda asked with some trepidation.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 3, 2016 23:17:18 GMT -5
Var stared at the foam, at the two women, to the meandering slicer, and when she realized there was no immediate danger, she took a deep breath, closed the door, and stepped back into the shower. There wasn't enough hot water in the galaxy to make up for how crazy things liked to get in their lives. Retarded astromechs were just the tip of the iceberg.
Jada on the other hand paused, slowing down, relaxing a bit, and wiped away a beard of chemical foam that had formed. She was still heavily coated in the substance, and she shook it off of bare arms. She blinked a few times, relieved it had avoided her eyes. Her mouth on the other hand... She paused tasting what was vaguely... Well, blue. It tasted like non-mint toothpaste. It was similarly frothy and was sadly unpleasant overall. She wipe some off her leather top and onto the deck before grunting in disapproval.
"You got a towel?" She asked Donnie, who was still mostly behind the couch.
Her amber eyes flitted over to the side to make sure Sen was gone, then she promptly unzipped the tight leather top, and dropped it to the floor. Her chest was free from the foam at least, the lining of the shirt made for a decent way to get the foam off her face. Of course Jada wasn't precisely happy about the mess. Or cleaning it all up.
"Could you grab my bag? Got some spare clothes in it."
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Post by The Conman on Jan 6, 2016 21:31:32 GMT -5
The woman blinked at Jada's course of action, somewhat surprised. Donnie hadn't expected her to just disrobe, not on what was basically her second day on the job. It was a bit surprising, given how Jada had come off thus far, to the Twi'lek. Surprise that was quickly replaced, upon gazing at Jada's chest.
The woman was, to Donnie's ( rather experienced eye ) blessed with probably the best pair of boobs she'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken off her leather garment, and the Twi'lek had expected to see a bra underneath, but was instead treated to the full proverbial monty...not that she needed one, the things sat perfectly, like Donnies had when she was in her teens. It was ironic, nearly, being all scarred up and such, to be blessed in such a way. Unconsciously Doneeda looked down momentarily at her own chest, as if to check that it was still present. After a second or two, Jada's request was finally processed through her brain, and it made sense.
While the Tan Twi'lek had managed to dodge most of the spray, hiding first behind an overturned chair then behind the couch, Jada had been in the thick of it, chasing Tater around trying to get his emergency off switch, and had been thoroughly soaked. She smiled an awkward smile at her darker, topless, companion, while admiring her perfectly proportioned areolas...The woman shook her head, looked at the wall for a moment, suddenly keenly aware of Sen's dilemma. Donnie suddenly felt like a horny teenager seeing a rack for the first time, and it was beginning to bother her, her concentration starting to wane as he focused on getting Jada's bag for her.
Looking back, she said; " Yeah, we've got towels in the closet beside the head, just don't take the one with the space ships on it, that's mine-" Donnie said, turning to head towards Jada's room to grab her bag, continuing to speak over her back.
"- Oh, and don't worry about the foam, it's totally safe to eat, this isn't the first time this has happened, stuff's actually pretty good for you." She continued, keying the door to Jada's room and finding her duffle just inside the door, and picked it up with a grunt, and started back.
" Jada-" Donnie called toward the bathroom/kitchen.
"- What the HELL do you keep in this thing, Buckles?" Donnie asked, dropping it with a satisfying "thud" onto the kitchen table.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 6, 2016 23:08:12 GMT -5
There was a moment of delay that was practically lost on Jada, as her face was buried in the liner of the vest. However, Donnie when she did chime in was most welcome. The cupboard was close by, did contain towels, and Jada's inner thought of 'what are you five?' went unsaid as she took a plain white towel, and began patting off the foam. It felt unpleasant. Non-toxic or not, it felt bad. Sticky. Awkward. Unpleasant. Deeply so in fact. But she still felt obliged to respond to the brown woman's revelation about toxicity. A finger dipped into some left on her forearm, and she tentatively tasted it.
Descriptions didn't flow easily. It tasted like chalk. Mint-flavored chalk. Mint-flavored chalk that had been put in a blender with an expired milkshake. Then there'd been a shot of tequila. It was the sort of substance no one but an idiot child or a baby would ever bother to ingest. The towel sopped up the rest of it from bare skin, and from the leather pants she was wearing. Except for numerous amounts that stayed in the seams. No there was nothing short of a complete wardrobe change to do here. Jada leaned down, unzipping the sides of her boots, sliding them off, then unfastened her pants. The leather belt of essentials fell by the boots.
The door to the refresher opened. Var looked out. The door closed. A second later the sound of the water turning back on was clearly heard.
Jada advanced, in the nude, to the table and she unzipped the bag. She pulled out a pair of mustardish-khaki pants, made of what looked like some kind of oil cloth, and pulled them on without ceremony. A t-shirt followed, appropriately black, a shade darker than her skin. As she pulled it out of the bag a pair of brass knuckles clattered onto the table.
"Buckles?" She queried. "Like, on belts?"
She pulled her boots on again, and then fastened the utility belt, looping the holster's strap around her muscular thigh.
"I think I spooked your wife a little."
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Post by The Conman on Jan 6, 2016 23:39:39 GMT -5
"Hah, yeah, like for belts, they're pretty heavy, bit of an inside joke, sorry about that..."
Donnie said, a bit awkwardly. She was used to people getting her humor and figured Jada'd seen the show about the sarcastic spy and his stupid antics. Apparently, though, the woman hadn't had a childhood, Donnie figured.
Jada spoke again, after Donnie had heard the shower stop, the door open, saw Var's head poke out for a moment, then return, and the door close and the water start again. The tan woman chuckled, and nodded, putting her hands on the back of the chair and leaning on it somewhat, Jada still motoring around topless.
"Nah, she's hard to spook, I'd say she's just in there trying to drown herself." Doneeda said with a laugh at the end, as Jada moved to undo her belt.
The woman watched as her darker companion disrobed fully, crossing her arms and biting down on her finger, doing her best to suppress a quiet groan as it became obvious that Jada went commando. The more Donnie saw, the more she was convinced one of the goddesses, in a sort of apology for getting the woman all scarred up, had given her a fantastic body, and what looked to be a very nice place for Doneeda to put her face....The woman shook her head as Jada looked down to re-pants, trying to clear it, occupying one of her hands with the tip of one of her lekku, the other in her pocket, the Twi'lek very thankful she wasn't male, as her opinion of her companion would be far more obvious than it was.
"Sooooo...."
Donnie started, after "the show".
You single, babe? Var's busy right now, she won't hear, s'okay, don't worry hon, it'll be worth it....
Doneeda's brain rattled off, before she looked down at the floor and then back to Jada's nipples, poking triumphantly through her shirt, then, after a beat, to her face. The twi'lek resolved she wouldn't let her bodyguard's looks screw things up.
"I'm really sorry about all that...I'll use the autochef, d'yah want anything?" She asked cheerilly, heading over to the unit.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 7, 2016 18:07:59 GMT -5
Donnie's sense of humor wasn't yet inside Jada's normal zone of comfort. She hadn't worked out how much was serious or not yet, or the inside joke. Like buckles. That hadn't been humorous. Apparently a lot of context was required. Presumably the comment about her wife drowning was also a joke. Though it was a morbid one, immensely, like one of the numerous ones she'd heard 'below decks' with other low-ranking Boska.
It was after neatly adjusting the belt that the darker Twi'lek started to click. The staring. Normally she associated the staring with her face, or more aptly the scarring on her face. It had stopped hurting a long time ago in the physical sense. The worst she could say about it now was that it felt strange to the touch and looked hideous. But emotionally, it was raw. She was liable to break noses over that sort of thing. Worse if people wanted to mock it. Idle staring was tolerable to an extent, mockery was a one way paid vacation to the sandwich islands. The knuckle sandwich islands.
This was different though, because the staring was after other variables were exposed. Not before. But...
Why was it a big deal? Showers were a thing. Locker rooms. There was so little privacy among the Boska's fighting classes that it was almost beyond her frame of reference to think that a little nudity would prompt that big a response. It was... Odd. Jada stood there, arms folded, and she mulled it over carefully. She only paused when Donnie offered the autochef.
"Anything is fine," She replied honestly. The fact was she'd barely had any actual meals. Mostly it was the flavorless nutrition so painfully common among the Boska.
Instead of thinking about it too hard, Jada picked up her old clothes and wrapped them in the towel for cleaning later. Then she approached her duffel and added a couple grenades to her belt, then slid the wickedly-large vibroblade into the proper sheath on the belt.
"Sorry about the nudity Ma'am. I didn't mean to trouble you."
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Post by The Conman on Jan 7, 2016 19:43:13 GMT -5
The smaller of the pair waved a conciliatory hand towards Jada as she headed to the Autochef. As far as the woman was concerned, Jada could walk around naked as much as she wanted, her ass really tied the room together.....As did the rest of her. Doneeda made a mental note to look into weather or not she could order Jada to be naked...After all, it'd be super intimidating, she surmised, imagining a gigantic black boska, naked, attacking a baddie, and chuckled to herself as she took the step or two over to the autochef.
"Don't worry about it, you can be as naked as you wanna be, Jada, I'm a-ok with it." The woman said over her shoulder, nonchalantly.
Or all the time, scares people, puts the fear of the gods into 'em...
Donnie's brain burbled while she keyed in the digits for apple and cinnamon oatmeal. She quickly looked back over her shoulder, trying to determine weather or not Jada was a cinnamon person. She frowned and pressed the "X2" button, then looked over her shoulder again, then unpressed it, then pressed it again and sighed slightly. If Jada didn't like cinnamon and apple oatmeal, Doneeda had no idea what to do with her.
She hit enter, and the device started to whirr in a way that sounded entirely unlike it was broken, much to her relief. After a second or two, the device dinged, Donnie flipping the door open and reaching in and touching one of the bowls, find it to be pleasantly hot as fuck.
"OW...Fuck..." She muttered, grabbing the somewhat singed towel that was hanging from the handle on the stove, and using it to pull out the bowls, scooting over to the island in the kitchen and putting them down, sliding one towards Jada. She leaned back a bit and pulled a couple of spoons out of a nearby drawer and slid one toward's Jada's bowl.
"Hopefully you like Apple and Cinnamon...well...or something like it, we haven't had this thing calibrated in awhile, so...yeah." Donnie mused, dipping her spoon in and pulling some out, and bringing it to her mouth and blowing gently on it.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Jan 20, 2016 23:02:50 GMT -5
Jada, true to her own mental promise, banished the nudity episode from her memory. She instead watched the autochef usage lest there be another fire hazard to rear its head. Luckily none happened, surely making the Boska fire prevention mascot Wispy the Wampa proud of their successful aversion of disaster. The bowl was hot though, which Jada understood was usually a risk of food served hot in an autochef. Apparently cold usually wasn't better. Then it stuck to fingers. There was really no winning, only gracious losing.
As to the relevant components, Jada was no stranger to oats. Oats were frequently seen in their grain-acquisitions. Some sweared by them for use making alcohol. Beers especially. But it still wound up about two months a year eating the oats boiled and mixed with some portion of glop and flavoring. Cinnamon, if she remembered was some powder. Looked exactly like ryll. Supposedly it tasted different. And didn't have the, well, obvious effects. Apples though, she wasn't sure. She heard them in context of 'apple flavored whiskey' or 'green apple flavor candy'. It was some kind of fruit. Like a pomegranate. Or a banana. Or a tangerine.
She shrugged a little and plunged a spoon into the bowl.
The steaming glop was hovering there, cooling. She blew at it a little to hasten it before she tried it.
Then she chewed. Not because it needed chewing but because flavor was apparently a reality. She kept chewing. Then she swallowed. And had another one.
"Cinnamon..." She said slowly, trying on the word for size. "Now where does one find this... Cinnamon?"
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Post by The Conman on Jan 27, 2016 0:20:31 GMT -5
"Uhhh..."
Donnie mused, before taking a bite of her oatmeal to buy herself some time. Jada's question baffled her somewhat, and was entirely valid. She was tempted to just say "Enarin" or "Var", but the fact they looked almost, but not entirely ( in Enarin's case his colouration matched somewhat ), unlike the powder, meant that probably wasn't the best answer. The woman was stumped, though, that much she realized she'd have to admit. Her sources of most food and spices were either her Son or Wife, Donnie being...somewhat lacking in the domestic department. All that said, if Jada wanted some of the stuff around, Donnie could find a way to make it happen, after all, the woman was supposed to keep her and the family alive.
The fact her only request so far was Cinnamon seemed perfectly reasonable, Donnie thought as she swallowed her oatmeal.
"...I...I honestly have no idea, I'd bet Var, or Enarin, once we get his skinny ass back, would probably know, they're the ones who handle the, uh...food...situation 'round here. As far as I know, if it's edible it either comes out of the Autochef or the 'Fridge." Donnie stated with a laugh, taking another bite of the oatmeal.
Her ignorance of the basics of self support really hadn't been an issue in her life. Before she'd met Var, the woman lived either with her parents, or on a ship with a fully functioning autochef. Or ate fast food...though that led to a number of gastromic issues she'd since learned how to avoid. Apparently going from the Boska diet to grease and fries was a bad idea.
"I'll mention that we should get some to Var once she's done trying to become a prune. I take it you like it, though?" Donnie asked her darker companion, somewhat hopefully.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 8, 2016 2:44:31 GMT -5
Jada wasn't in the habit of wolfing down food. Well, not anymore at least. Back in her fresh-from-slavery days she'd started out doing that, but part of her adjustment had been learning about proper behavior, and that you savored food. Even if you wanted to wolf it down. Not that it had ever been a danger with assorted glop. This glop had great flavor though. And it was sweet. That made it very tempting. Of course it was enough of a surprise that Donnie knew so little about food. Yes she'd known the woman couldn't cook, but she was involved in procurement and had traveled the galaxy. She had to know plenty about food.
Mentally she made a note to ask Var about food, about spices. Maybe there were some skills she could use here, some doors to open into interesting new culinary horizons.
"I do," Jada replied with a nod after swallowing her mouthful.
She bit her lip a little, wondering quietly what limit she should place on various offers. Really it tasted like some of the interesting distilled concoctions they'd worked up. Jada was handy enough with the household objects they'd used that she could probably rig another suitable setup... Of course such distillation operations were ranging from disapproved of to forbidden. Still, it never hurt to, uh, volunteer service.
"It reminds me of some... Distilled things friends might have made. If you were interested, I could find a corner, set up a suitable apparatus..."
Jada wasn't concerned she would be fired. More if anything concerned that suddenly showing a personality would be suspicious or put off the woman. But the truth was that she wanted to do it anyway, and that they'd have to catch on to some of her own wishes and hopes. And interests. And beverage preferences.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 8, 2016 23:49:21 GMT -5
Doneeda smiled through her chewing of her mouthful of oatmeal at Jada's reply, internally somewhat relieved. She'd been legitimately concerned Jada would be one of the Boska who preferred to eat their own "brand" of food. The goop and tofu-esque material they produced in large quantities, eschewing ( or simply being unable to deal with...) stuff from the rest of the galaxy. While Donnie didn't know much about where to get cinnamon ( nor that people on her own ship grew it in their quarters ), she did have a pretty good understanding of what she liked. Burgers and Ice Cream, as well as carrots, topped her list with ease.
The woman took another bite of her rapidly depleting oatmeal and listened to Jada speak, her enthusiasm growing with every word. If the tan twi'lek had the right idea, Jada wanted to build a still, somewhere on the ship. While Donnie mentally realized, after a second or two, but before replying, that she'd probably have to clear it with Var, and figure out how to keep Niri...and Enarin...once found, away from it, the device's value was indisputable. Having booze on hand, largely cheap and/or free booze, was a huge bonus...but there were few things of greater value for trade than high quality liquor.
The woman swallowed the last of her oatmeal, and set the bowl down, sporting a toothy grin and a twinkle in her eye. While she didn't know much about how to get food, she did know how to get the parts to make a still. The chemistry wasn't beyond her either. She'd help Jada as much as possible.
"Jada that's a fukken great idea! I can help get the parts, if you want..." Donnie trailed off, frowning slightly, the trained monkey that was her conscience howling at her.
" ...We should..." Donnie said, looking sidelong towards the washroom, over the foam-soaked kitchen.
"-You should probably clear it with Var, first, I...uh...cause yeah." Donnie said with a quick laugh at the end, while gesturing around her lazily with her arms before returning them to behind her bum, leaning on the counter's edge.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Feb 15, 2016 23:30:56 GMT -5
Jada kept a very close eye on Donnie during her response, and what happened was essentially a roller coaster. Initially Donnie peaked, she looked happy as could be, loving the idea. She was practically ready to begin work on it right away, and it had derailed their whole crisis, relegating it to the backburners of memory. But then the tracks changed, shifting about and immediately Donnie visibly looped. She doubled back and questioned herself, and then came to a quiet conclusion in her mind. Jada could guess, from context and the transparent looks she'd made. The question was Var, who had already dealt with the kitchen fire as a fact of life. Apparently this kind of enterprise was... Well. Ongoing.
The black Twi'lek nodded, and pointed in the direction of the cockpit.
"You should go check on the cockpit, I'll start cleaning up in here."
She didn't wait or leave it up for debate. Instead grabbing a rag and laboring over the foamy surfaces. She'd managed to adequately clear the counters by the time Var came out of the bathroom, furtively, looking for more crises no doubt. She was fully dressed in a monochromatic wardrobe that Jada saw in the mirror every morning. This... This she could handle.
"Does that happen... Regularly?" Jada queried.
The distant look of pain in Var's expression as she nodded spoke more than the pale woman's voice.
"Too often."
"I may have mentioned stills to Donnie, and building them."
If possible, Var became even paler.
"Could I make a suggestion?" Jada followed up.
Var nodded once more, her mind searching for the way out of hoping Donnie's natural distractions would end the dream of the still before she blew up the ship. Sometimes you couldn't bank on Donnie's forgetfulness alone. No, it lingered, like some bloodborne pathogen that was patient.
"I could build one, and tend to it myself. She'd get the benefits but it'd be... Safely operated?"
Var thought about it, and thought about it. She tried the idea on for size a few times, then sighed.
"All right. But keep it away from Niri. She's even worse."
Success.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 18, 2016 0:15:27 GMT -5
Donnie returned from the cockpit to see the kitchen mostly cleaned up, and Jada and Var just finishing a conversation, Jada looking pretty pleased about something. The woman surmised she'd probably gotten the go-ahead on the still she wanted. Whatever she'd said to Var had worked, Doneeda hoped, assuming she was reading the situation and Jada's expression correctly. Var was still in the kitchen, it appeared the pair hadn't really had a chance to disperse yet.
Which was good, she had news.
They were about half an hour out of Vandelhelm, hopefully Sen had gotten the bugs finished, so her and Var could iron out the nitty gritty, and Donnie could get her slut on to bribe some guards. The woman suppressed a smirk about that...she had a thing for using her body to get info and stuff out of males...or females, she wouldn't judge. At this point, she'd fuck a hutt if it'd get Enarin back, the fact that she'd just have to show some skin...maybe give a bj...was, to her, a pretty easy and small price to pay.
"Hey guys."
Donnie said cheerily as she approached the kitchen stopping near the table, the pair looking over at her in unison, somewhat spookily.
"We're about half an hour out of Vandelhelm..." She looked around as if looking for something, realizing she needed their green friend, deciding to simply shout instead of use her legs like a big girl.
"SEN"
"YOO"
She heard from behind her, footsteps approaching and a green-skinned figure settling in beside her, putting a pair tubular, somewhat dildo shaped, silver tubes with a droid socket on one end and a button on the other. Doneeda picked one up, the device being about two hand widths long and about 3cm in diameter, and inspected it. She had no idea where he'd gotten the sockets...nor the tube...but, once she got it closer to her eyes, she realized the button was the "5" button off the TV remote. She replaced it on the table.
"Alright, so Var, you take the first spaceport, I'll take the second, Sen, you're on the computer doing the egg-head thing, and Jada you keep him alive and the ship de-stormtrooper'd."
Donnie waited for a beat.
"Everybody got it?"
She asked, rhetorically.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 15, 2016 21:38:35 GMT -5
The landing went well. Their IDs weren't questioned by the Port Authority. There was no squad of troops waiting at the landing pad. It was delightfully low-profile all around, and Var was immensely relieved it had gone well thus far. In fact as she'd changed into a more low-profile civilian set of clothes than her beloved armor, she'd started to smile a little to herself. By the time she eyed herself in a mirror, seeing green pants tucked into black boots, a white shirt, and black vest that looked in-place on any spacer from Nar Shaddaa to Druckenwell, she was even whistling. The gravity of the situation was delayed in her mind. Not forgotten, simply placed into a crockpot, set to low, and allowed to simmer for 6-8 hours.
She did have a blaster on her thigh. You kind of had to, she'd rarely met a spacer who wasn't packing heat. Hers was a knock-off of the DL-44. There was absolutely no shortage, and truth be told she was only 'fair' with it at best. If it was blades or fists, she'd do better. This was an awkward kind of intermediate zone where she wasn't outright bad, but neither was she good.
The pale Twi'lek woman sighed a little as she walked. If only she'd spent more time with it instead of assuming it was point and shoot... Still though, it was going to be plenty simple. Simply walk in, 'persuade' the guard to go take a bathroom break, and insert the strangely phallic object into the appropriate dataport. Simple enough. In, out, and maybe even... Her thoughts darted to a neglected desire. Everyone had their vices. Donnie was very much of the sex, drugs, and rock and roll school there. Var was more of the sort for opera, fine dining, and possible lovemaking in the finest silk sheets.
Donnie had never much cared for these traits. Luckily they were... Well-adjusted. Not many couples encouraged that kind of openness, but it had worked well. Aside from accidental pregnancy. Still, Niri was as adorable as she was annoying.
The port security office loomed ahead of her. If loomed could be the word for what was essentially a small couple of rooms set into a wall in their nondescript spaceport. The windows were a very grimy transparisteel, but the Aurebesh was clear enough. She walked through an open door... And immediately stopped to inwardly curse her luck.
Before her, standing behind a clear service desk, was a droid. It was the sort of droid you found in these places, some vague protocol model, of indefinite age but definitely past the warranty. It wasn't that it was dangerous. It was simply that there'd never been the droid made you could persuade with the Force. Oh sure, you could fry it like a piece of beer-battered cod with lightning, but she wasn't nearly angry enough for that. Besides her 'dark side' days were long since expired, she was rusty enough at morally benign elements of the Force.
"Greetings visitor, how may I assist?" it asked in the peculiar polite, prissy tone you instinctively hated.
"Uh, hi. I'm new to the planet, could you tell me about it?" She tried, stalling for time with the knowledge they'd never built a protocol droid who could shut up about minutiae.
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