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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Apr 27, 2016 0:41:11 GMT -5
Jada never much went in for Boskawood. It was... A kind of tradition she'd heard a little about, but never really seen up close. She didn't own the ceremonial clothing. She'd never sung the songs, and her only memories of dancing involved slavery and the seething anger the Hutts had that their remarkably tall girl had two left feet and no sense of rhythm. Suffice to say Jada'd never thought much beyond 'the tunes are catchy', and missing it wasn't something she minded. She stepped onto the treadmill next to Enarin, moving at the same slow pace as him.
His ass questions were becoming something of a habit now. She rolled her eyes internally.
"Won't be after today," She said flatly, and leaned over to increase the speed on his treadmill to a brisk jog. She likewise adjusted hers as well, and clipped along beside him at a good pace. Of course if this was a track on the floor in a cargo bay she'd have led him in responsive cadences, invariably about someone slipping the sausage to your significant other. Or possibly other bits of indecency that would be great... In a cargo bay. Not so much waking up an old man napping. Her eyes stayed closely fixed on Enarin, tracking his motions and breathing to judge whether or not he was about to imminently pass out.
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Post by The Conman on May 2, 2016 22:28:50 GMT -5
"He-whoathere!" Enarin blurted out as Jada, without any real warning, sped up his treadmill to a pace somewhat beyond what he was used to, or capable of sustaining for any period of time.
The teen was a bit worried, after a few seconds, he held onto the handles on the machine and tried to breathe as he'd been instructed. In through the nose, out through the mouth, for a few seconds. It only lasted for a few seconds because his nose couldn't bring in enough air and he needed to breathe, as he saw it, normally. Despite this, the teen was out of breath after a matter of minutes, legs aching. Enarin had hoped Jada would build up to the more intense things, this being one of them.
He was beginning, however, to realize that the woman didn't seem to "do" that.
"Jada..." Enarin began, breathlessly, after a matter of minutes at the speed she'd set.
" I gotta slow down here, you're killin' me-" The teen explained while trying to get enough air into his body to sustain himself, turning the knob down a few steps to slow the treadmill down to a more reasonable, but faster than walking, speed.
Enarin hoped that Jada would understand. He wasn't some Amazonian giant made of muscle and anger capable of running for miles on end without a break. He'd get into shape, but not all at once. The fleet wasn't built in a day, he figured.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 2, 2016 23:08:43 GMT -5
Jada smirked internally when Enarin protested jogging. She'd keep him at a brisk pace for a bit, and then bring him down to a slower jog, then a cooldown. It was all carefully planned, and she was going to calculate the points where he'd literally drop. If she made a mistake though, eh, not the end of the world. It'd be fine. He could walk it off. Second protest now, that was good. She leaned over while jogging and lowered his speed by one point. It didn't make a difference, he was still jogging. Of course she could conversationally talk to him just fine, she wasn't even winded.
"No Chubbs," She said with a grin of alarmingly white teeth. "The poptarts are doing that."
She looked at the time display on the treadmill. He'd been going for like two minutes. No way was he getting off that easy. He was going to have to choose. Either he got 'THE DIET', or else he was gonna sweat off the calories. Those were her options for him, and she knew which was worse. This family ate well. No way in hell would he give up the poptarts and the oatmeal and the real food for nutritious gunk in the flavor 'beige.' No way in hell, she'd motivate him. That is, she'd motivate him after she got to enjoy his hilarious impending failure.
"C'mon Chubbs, I saw a Hutt move faster on a treadmill."
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Post by The Conman on May 2, 2016 23:30:42 GMT -5
Jada readjusted his knob from where he'd set it, somewhat faster than he was comfortable with.
"I didn't even eat the popatarts-" Enarin explained, breathlessly.
"Mom stole them! Then tried to use them to light the ship on fire!" Enarin finished, huffing away, legs beginning to move from aching to burning.
He wasn't sure weather or not it was his job, doing external repairs on the various ships in the fleet, that forced him to spend 8+ hours a day in zero gee that was to blame for his inability to jog for any period of time, or not, but, the teen has his suspicions. He'd heard from someone that he should have been doing exercises to keep himself from losing muscle mass, but like any teen, he instead preferred to go home and get baked.
That someone had been a doctor, and he was, as usual, correct. Enarin's ignorance of his advice having lead him to where he was currently, trying to jog at an entirely reasonable pace and failing miserably at it.
"I didn't know they made hutt sized treadmills." Enarin chirped back to Jada, between breaths trying to keep himself moving.
The teen looked over and noticed how easily the dark woman was keeping pace, having a conversation with him like it was nothing. It was pretty impressive, he thought to himself, immediately followed by how fantastic Jada's legs looked. Enarin dismissed the thought quickly though, lots of boska women were built and still sexy, he thought to himself, his mind wandering to Taryn and his hopes of seeing her later...maybe she'd give him a massage...on his dick...with her mouth...the teen smirked. There was a light at the end of the tunnel.
All he had to do was figure out how to survive Jada.
"So-" Enarin huffed, having spotted the distance counter on his treadmill, slowly ticking up in meters.
"-how far?" He asked, nodding to the indicator on his treadmill.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 3, 2016 0:02:21 GMT -5
Jada was beginning to realize something about Enarin. If he was cracking jokes he was still good to go. If he ever kept his mouth shut and just breathed, that was the time to give him a break. Until then though, she had the pressing desire to find exactly where he'd flop like a fish and demand to rest. The guy was kind of a twig, and it was weird he'd have this much trouble with running. Speed and agility were things she expected from him. He wasn't ever going to be a weight-lifter or anything. Still...
Ah. There was a possibility.
She put it on the backburner and replied to his question on distance.
"I dunno," She replied nonchalantly, "How long until you die? Because about a hundred meters before that part."
Maybe he did too many zero G things. Space-welding or some weird tech grunt job in the fleet. She hadn't asked or been told precisely what he did besides 'tech weenie things'. If he had a bad fitness habit that'd have bitten him in the ass, she'd have to look up nutritional crap and figure out how to keep him alive and ticking. Or rather, how to make sure he didn't become incapable of doing things besides eating and masturbating. It wasn't a lofty goal, but whatever, it'd have to do.
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Post by The Conman on May 3, 2016 13:25:56 GMT -5
Enarin sighed between breaths, pretty sure he was probably getting close to the "dying" part, though not quite sure. The teen wasn't sure if anybody had actually communicated to her what he did for a living. Though he wasn't sure it'd make a difference, at least explaining himself would probably be a decent idea.
"Jada-" He began, turning his treadmill down a notch so he could at least talk without passing out.
"-I unno if anybody's toldja, but-" he huffed, pausing to catch his breath, feeling sweat starting to form.
"-I spend like...most of the day in 0G, I do repairs to the ships-" He explained, breathlessly, hoping she'd be able to connect the dots.
The muscular atrophy he was experiencing wasn't near as bad as it'd be had he spent all his time in zero g, but it was noticeable, and coupled with the space suits operating at 5psi of pure O2, contributed pretty heavily to a lowered lung capacity. The Boska wouldn't have put a teenager in his position normally, but with the personnel shortages and his talents, they didn't really have a choice. Enarin wasn't one to complain, and hadn't noticed an issue.
Until Jada put him on a treadmill and told him to mush.
"-So...immastopsorryjada." Enarin managed to get out, as he flipped the knob to off, and stopped, doubled over leaning on the device's railings trying to catch his breath.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 11, 2016 0:07:04 GMT -5
Jada sighed. So she was right then. She slowed her treadmill to a stop and looked at Enarin. It wasn't a look of contempt or anything, just a look of general vague disappointment. She nodded slightly.
"All right Chubbs, we'll work up to it. C'mon though, got other things to do now, and I can use somebody to help carry shit."
Several hours later they were in the bowels of the ship. The Muni was a big damn ship, and Jada knew her way around the whole thing. She wasn't keen on disclosing how or why, and usually met questions with 'google' or 'genetic memory' if asked. Or she simply gave 'the stare,' but the truth was that any of the responders memorized ship layouts so they'd be prepared in emergencies. The exact spot they were looking for was an old treasure bay, put into the Muni's design by some greedy corporate bastard who'd honestly seen a need for a cargo bay the size of a factory floor full of gold.
Well it was still full of gold now, just the kind of gold that was food stuffs. Grains mostly. Grains and that magical substance you got from it... Of course...
"Quit your whining Chubbs," She grunted out in response to the guy's objections, frequent as they were coming. "She's a nutter yeah, but just stay calm and don't mention eye patches OK?"
Jada paused outside the door and looked at Enarin one more time before they entered.
"I've got your parental permission to get a still going, and you know she's the best for this."
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Post by The Conman on May 11, 2016 0:21:58 GMT -5
Enarin sighed.
Somebody, probably Var, had given permission for Jada to make a still, apparently, something Enarin had no problem with at all. The notion of a still in the house, run by somebody not Momma D, was one that was pretty awesome. Easy access to booze that wouldn't make him blind and bore zero danger of blowing a hole in the ship made him smile. Jada had somehow managed to convince the management it was a good idea.
Conversely....
They'd have to go to a very particular part of the Muni's bowels, in a re purposed treasure bay. It wasn't what the hold was used for, making booze and storing grain...but who was there. A woman named Gira, the woman whom gave him the hope that Niri and Donnie were both entirely sane. He'd heard she had a thing for getting fucked in bathrooms, her eyepatch fetish was a widely known "thing" as well. Her constant drunkenness, and...aggressive nature, were legendary. Enarin had a few interactions with the woman over the years, whenever booze or high-test Ethanol was needed by Momma D for trade or consumption, he was sent.
Probably because Donnie thought seeing the Teen groan was hilarious.
It wasn't that he was torn about helping Jada, Enarin didn't really have much of a choice, he just wanted out, even before they went in. Gira was intense, doubly so hard to turn down, given her inarticulate nature and looks, and loud.
"Jada...She's cray cray, seriously, I unno if you've talked to Gira before, but she was dropped on her head or something...and everybody knows about the eyepatches, avoid talking about bathrooms...she's got a thing for them..." he explained, nodding towards the port they were standing in front of, to Gira's Domain.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 11, 2016 0:41:33 GMT -5
Jada blinked. The bathroom thing was new to her, but the blink was the only sign of surprise she gave. She didn't ever show a lot of surprise, her stoic expressions were geared around the unspoken message 'I already know everything, and pretending otherwise is only going to embarrass you.' It wasn't generally questioned, and when it was she had another unspoken message. 'Close your mouth or I'll break you like something from out of a flat box of Boskea furniture.'
"Yeah, everybody knows she's psychotic Chubbs, just smile and don't let her near your crotch, you have one job. Don't frell up."
She opened the door, and they entered.
The bay was huge. Huge and full of bins and vats, of grain, of liquid, and so on. It was all visible from the mid-level the door accessed. Above them were more catwalks, ladders, stairs, and housing. Somewhere up there Gira'ziveri probably had a room full of posters of men with eye patches. Or an almond with an eyepatch. The 'office' was immediately to the right, with an open door. Jada barely had time to step through before she could see the mustard-yellow Twi'lek inside, and she realized again how hard it was to accurately describe Gira.
First glance suggested she was bangable. First glance of a fly to a pitcher plant was probably about the same. Good enough figure, nice flat stomach, rips in her faded jeans showing nice yellow skin. Tank top that showed some cleavage. She was also perched literally on top of the desk in a pose that vaguely suggested she'd been waiting for someone with the goal to impress. The magazine in her hand was upside down.
"Oh hey," Gira'Ziveri said, looking up, and sliding off the desk, a small cascade of papers falling to the floor behind her. "Look who it is, my favorite big black Boska, also the only one I know, so I guess that like means you're the favorite by whatsit, default, or maybe-"
She managed to rattle on for a short while before Jada held up a hand.
"-And so I said, 'see I couldn't touch your daughter, I still play piano!' Oh what?"
"Gira, we're gonna be setting up a little still. You got any parts handy? Also say, some nice rye lying around here?"
Gira examined her nails carefully, providing a long and drawn out 'Weeeeeeeelllllll...'
Jada tossed a bag of almonds on the desk, and Gira's eyes immediately lit up.
"YASSSSSSS!" She let out, a little too excitedly. "Frell yes, I love your big black butt, I could totally go for your pitch black clam like it was a rack of succulent ribs drizzled with Spice, aaaaaand probbaly go back for seconds too-"
"Actually," Jada clarified evenly, "You could get me set up with the right supplies."
Gira leaned over, and peered past Jada with a very pointed look, suddenly noticing Enarin between almonds. She waggled her 'eyebrows,' and waved.
"Well hellooooo bronze medal, looks like it's gonna be a threesome later..."
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Post by The Conman on May 13, 2016 18:02:26 GMT -5
Enarin squinted at the woman with a half smirk. She had a way with words, and he wasn't sure weather he should laugh or vomit. In a vacuum , what she'd said was hilarious...and surprising. He'd figured, in vein, that Jada would at least intimidate her into some level of decency.
He was, however, mistaken.
The Teen facepalmed while Gira rattled on, delighting in the fact that he'd yet to be noticed. There was some kind of satisfaction that Jada was getting the brunt of Gira's personality. He could probably have stepped in and stopped things, but it was funnier to just let everything play out. She hadn't yet seemed to be uncomfortable...at least not more than she typically seemed, the teen still wasn't sure if Jada was uncomfortable, which is why she was quiet, or if that was just her.
*THUNK*
The teen snerked as the bag of almonds hit the desk heavily, partially at Jada's style, and partially at Gira's response. He'd used the tactic before, but usually more...gradually. Working up to the whole bag, not just dumping it and making demands. Enarin made a mental note to just do that next time he had to deal with the yellow woman. Who's response was, in a word, epic.
Enarin half expected Jada to just throttle the woman and be done with it, taking what she wanted and walking out. He'd never thought about diggin' her dirty black clams, but Gira had successfully put that image in his mind and he couldn't help but smirk. When her attention was directed at someone else, Gira was hilarious. Enarin crossed his arms, one of his hands covering his mouth to hide his silent laughter, trying to become part of the background, an effort that was obviously for naught as a few seconds after graphically explaining where she'd put her face, the woman noticed him.
He stared at her for a moment with a confused smirk on his face before responding.
"Eww, and/or gross...fucking Venus Dicktrap" He said, chuckling as he did, looking back into her eyes.
"Don't gimme those eyes, I can feel your look, and it's weird, go get the large, dark, scary woman her things, before she gets angry." Enarin said, somewhat omonously, crossing his arms, finishing.
"You wouldn't like her when she's angry." He said, factually, looking between Jada and Gira.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 13, 2016 18:21:28 GMT -5
Gira paused and slowly a smile crept onto her face. It was not the sort of smile you wanted to see, because the subtext wasn't "Isn't this amusing, aren't we having fun times?" The subtext was very explicitly "Oh really now?" Gira was obviously mentally reloading for the right moment. As for Jada, her arms were crossed and her eyes rolled. Not a sign of support for Enarin at all... Oh yeah, conversation lasers were warming up indeed.
"OK, so, she's the one who just gave me the bag of magic love-nuts, so you don't get to like, act like you own me. Also Venus Dicktrap? That's actually kind of hot, like if my vagina had spikes I could just close on and digest you for a thousand years like a crotch-Sarlaac. We'd be conjoined like the most awkward Siamese twins ever, it'd be so hot. Why are you even saying this like it's a bad thing? It's not like Jae's angry anyways, she's totally cool with it, she can watch our freaky sarlaac boning. But no video cameras, I'm not ready for the fame of holonet pornography,"
Gira locked eyes with Jada.
"What? I'm a delicate flower OK? I'm not like some slab of meat... Being used by all the people... Totally degraded....So hot..."
"Sploosh," Jada whispered to Enarin before looking back at Gira. "All right Gira, how about you just stop straddling the chair like that and I go get the grain myself?"
The yellow Twi'lek nodded dreamily and kept straddling the chair.
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Post by The Conman on May 13, 2016 19:22:27 GMT -5
Gira started speaking, and Enarin entirely lost his composure.
By the time she got to the vivid explanation of how she'd sarlacc his manly bits, he was guffawing and shaking his head, looking over at Jada and back to Gira every few seconds, trying to figure out what to actually say in response to Gira. The woman was completely insane, he was convinced, but at least she was entertaining, he figured, and not terrible looking. Decent body, definitely bangable, provided she didn't talk...which was simply an impossibility. A rule of the universe, gravity exerted force relative to mass and distance, light followed the root mean square rule, and Gira was constantly babbling about ridicules shit.
To the teen it was a bit of a shame, he thought, she wasn't ugly.
However, he wasn't nearly that desperate, Enarin already had a stupid hot, stupid woman with whom he could get freaky...one who wasn't Gira...
"Staaawwwpppp...." He said in a low voice to Jada, the woman either ignoring him or not hearing him as she continued to talk to Gira, Enarin still smirking as a result of Gira's soliloquy.
After Jada had asked to just go get the grain and supplies herself, Enarin, now much calmer and only sporadically chuckling to himself, exerting effort to make sure he'd remember Gira's rant about the sarlacc, closed the distance between himself and Jada to stand beside her, closer to Gira than he felt comfortable with. He'd crossed his arms again, worried about being within striking distance of a deranged drunk...Jada probably wouldn't help him if she managed to get hold, and knowing her, Gira probably had retard strength. It really would be like being caught by a Venus Dicktrap, he'd have no choice.
The teen consoled himself for a moment with the notion that psychiatric care was generally decent and free in the fleet. Also that Momma D would probably space her yellow ass for making her only son go insane...a thought that vanished as quickly as it'd formed when he remembered that Niri was the prodigy child, he was some scrawny pot-fiend who lived onboard and happened to be related to Donnie.
Oh, reality...He thought, piping up after the pair had finished their exchange.
"Gira, you truly are, absolutely insane, please, never change-" He paused, making a show as if he smelled something, looking over at Jada and receiving no support, her expression as unreadable as ever.
"-I smell fish, Gira, you might want to get that checked out." He stated, with mock concern, nudging Jada with his elbow.
"Geddit, fish?" The teen continued, chuckling to himself, looking over at Jada who just looked at him like he was a retarded scrawny man who'd just over-explained the joke,
"I totally won that conversation." He said triumphantly, pointing at Jada as if to tell her something important.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 15, 2016 17:40:53 GMT -5
Gira folded her arms very smugly.
"Guess what fishnose, the joke is on you because I washed it out TWICE this morning, so HAH!" Gira rebutted with all the grace and tact of a child with a severe behavioral disorder.
Jada blinked a couple of times and then shook her head and examined a datapad off the desk, checking inventory on the specific bits she needed to make sure they wouldn't be problematically missed. Strictly speaking it wasn't approved, but that was why they called it 'foraging.' Besides she couldn't keep following the conversation between these two.
"So that means I win the conversation bronze medal, get it? Because I'm like a gold medal see? And gold medals are better."
The black Twi'lek set the datapad back down, picked up an empty sack and headed out a door in the office and down the catwalk shaking her head in what was as much amusement as disapproval.
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Post by The Conman on May 16, 2016 22:52:52 GMT -5
Enarin stood, rooted for a moment, arms out and an awkward smirk on his face, squinting at Gira, unable to respond to what he'd just heard. Very quickly his mind launched out in about 20 different directions, the teen suddenly keenly interested in what the fuck she was on about...He opened his mouth and made like he was about to ask a question, raised his hand, then stopped himself, and put his hand to his mouth, thinking for a moment.
He repeated this a few times, as his brain jumped from thing to thing.
Washed it out twice...who does that? why would it need to be washed twice? What was in there that didn't come out the first time? Did you use a loofah or a sponge? Is this part of your normal routine, or was it just today? Do you get up in there, like knuckles deep, or just wash the surface?
His brain was transfixed, he had questions. Questions he knew asking was a very bad idea, either because Gira would tell him, or because she'd take it as an invitation to show him how it was done, neither were facts, upon further thought, Enarin really wanted to actually know. The image of the yellow woman naked, in a shower, trying to clean her box ran through his head and he shuddered, shaking his head to clear it. He decided pretty much right then to blame Gira for that image, and to hold it against her, forever. He'd decided that image that was now burnt into his brain, was entirely her fault.
The teen heard the datapad get set down, and watched Jada walk by and grab a bag, the woman shaking her head. Enarin crossed his arms and looked down at the desk, then back to Jada as she walked by, then back to Gira.
"Yeah, whatever, Gira, you've won, good on yah, you and your squeaky clean va-" Enarin stopped, looking around, then turning around realizing Jada hadn't just stopped behind him but was leaving him there alone with Gira.
"Hey...Hey, Jada...JADA....Don't leave me here! With her! I DONT WANNA BE SARLAAC'D!" he said, probably way to loudly, as he dashed off after the amazonian bodyguard, the teen figuring she'd at least pull Gira off if she tried anything, knowing her retard strength would easily overpower his own.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on May 16, 2016 23:50:56 GMT -5
Gira saluted in response to her victory and crashed on her chair, carefully popping an almond in her mouth.
"PFFT, you know you'd like it," She retorted to Enarin as he dashed off, the statement a bit garbled by a mouth full of almond.
The flight of Enarin led him neatly down to Jada, who had of course heard the protestations and suppressed laughter. Truth was that it was hilarious. Just plain hilarious. Gira was like some kind of natural disaster, she just happened to people, and it was invariably amusing. She wasn't about to purposefully throw him to the wolves, but on the other hand it was hilarious to watch somebody worry about drowning in the kiddie pool.
"Well that was pathetic. On your part I mean. They can smell weakness you know. And considering a crippled gizka could probably take you in a fight..."
Jada winked. It was probably the most relaxed gesture she'd ever had aboard the ship.
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