Enarin's Island

Enarin wasn't sure how Jada'd respond, though her relaxed posture and sprawl on the bed kind gave away she wasn't gonna be mad. As soon as she started talking, the teen looking up as he started working on getting his comm apart, he smirked. The woman's sense of humor was starting to come through as they'd spent more time together. His smirk widened to a smile, as he started chuckling at her response, the teen pointing and shaking his head at the mention of Gira.

He quieted down as she cracked a lopsided grin, a look he could only describe as a mix of sexy and adorable all at the same time, she didn't crack a smirk very often...before being on the planet at least. He'd seen and heard Jada laugh and smile more than he'd seen in the past few weeks of knowing her. The woman wasn't so bad, he thought, as she babbled about being a socially awkward burn victim. 

"Heh...Jada, your my socially awkward burn victim with an anger problem...and besides, I have no idea what y'all grunts get upto down there in the bowels of the ship, what kind of crazy shenanigans happen-" he paused, chuckling to himself, about what he was about to say.

"-Butt Stuff-" He said, with a dumb smirk, continuing after laughing for a second or two.

"-I mean I figured you had some experience, what with how you just hopped up on top last night and went to town." He said, looking between his now partly disassembled comm and Jada, chuckling afterwards.

He did have to admit...she was better at sex than she should have been, it wasn't that he didn't believe her, it was just...the woman was apparently a natural. The teen silently thanked the gods for undiscovered talents, and carried on working.

Enarin smirked at her first remark, about not being a quitter. That was pretty obvious, she didn't give up, that was just Jada in a nutshell. The teen had to admit it made sex interesting, she didn't stop 'till she got what she wanted. The flipside was that she was the one keeping them alive so far, she'd dug the hole, and gotten the gear Enarin needed to fix the radio, and found the booze, and helped with the MFDs...Enarin realized, with the subtlety of a brick to the back of his head, that he really wasn't doing a very good job of being a typical "Boska man". 

He was supposed to be the one digging the holes, and building the shelter and finding the stuff, if he'd been anyone else he'dve felt bad. Since he was Enarin, the man was instead proud of the fact Jada had come through so well, the teen resolving in his mind that he'd get the radio working to his last breath if necessary. 

Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. 

Though Jada's next question did restore some confidence, though he realized that in Jada's own way she was asking about "them" and what'd happen once they were back. She'd asked earlier, Enarin figured she wasn't satisfied with his response. The teen did have to admit, it wasn't the best answer...and he hadn't touched on "the question".

Taryn.

Enarin paused, and looked over at Jada, a neutral expression on her face. He made a mental note to try to work on communication skills with the woman.

"Jada-" He began, realizing saying I'm gonna take you to the nicest restaurant in the fleet, then take you home and fuck you till we can't walk right would probably require a degree of rephrasing.

"-Once we get out of this...Uh...I-" He paused, trying for words, never having had this conversation before.

"-I wanna try, at whatever this is, with you, Jada, I, uh..." he paused, realizing he'd have to address the bantha in the room, and Jada's immunity to subtlety. 

"I'm gonna break it off with Taryn, I'm gonna take you to the nicest place in the fleet, we're gonna eat until we can't, then fuck until we can't walk right." He said with a smirk. 

Donnie spun around in her chair, for the third time since she'd sat down seconds earlier. The woman was somewhat distracted, possibly because of the fact she hadn't eaten breakfast, partly because she was starting to go into heat, much to her annoyance. It wasn't for lack of work to do, Donnie had a stack of tablets on her desk waiting to be assessed and...whatever they needed to be, the woman had duty allocations to go over, a fuel report to inspect, among a thousand other things....

She sighed, leaning forward, elbow on the desk, head in her hand, as she shifted her bum in the seat, trying to move into a position where her lady parts wouldn't bother her...unsuccessfully. Doneeda hated it when she had "real" heats, where she felt it. Donnie was about to start working on the pile of crap in front of her when the door chime went off, snapping the woman out of wallowing in the reality of her biology. The amazonian woman leaned back in her chair, her bra shifting uncomfortably.

"Ow." Donnie burbled, hands going to her chest, the woman suddenly aware of her boobs. 

"Come in." She said, as she pulled her black tanktop and looked down, veins slight visible on the twins. She sighed, resigning herself to the fact that it was going to be a rough couple of days, and looked up. Before her stood an average looking, though still somewhat attractive Rutian woman. She was wearing a leather jacket with a black top under it, and a pair of simple brown pants. None of what she had on was in any way flattering to her figure, disappointingly. Doneeda had made efforts to get Pala to show her body off, but it hadn't worked and she'd given up. Though that didn't stop the woman from getting some action from her, Pala being down for sexytimes if Donnie played her cards right. 

"Hey Pala, what's up?" Donnie asked, standing up from her desk, pants rubbing in a way she wasn't a huge fan of.

A sound similiar to "ehhhh" came out of her mouth, quietly, as one hand balled into a fist and the other went to the crotch of her pants, pulling at it. Pala raised an eyebrow.

"Uh...everything ok, Ma'am?" She enquired, holding a tablet to her body with her left hand. Donnie looked up, wiggling her hips, obviously deeply uncomfortable.

"It's that time of the year...y'know..." Donnie said, stepping out and around her desk, Pala still nearish the door, walking in more, within arms reach of Donnie, who was now leaning onto her desk.

The taller of the two noticed Pala looked worried, almost apprehensive...nervous. Donnie wasn't quite sure what to make of it, she'd known Pala for years, and hadn't ever seen her look as worried or out of sorts before. She had bags under her eyes, and was a lighter shade of blue than usual...as if she hadn't slept. Donnie slowly closed the distance and put a hand on her shoulder. Pala tried to turn but Donnie put her other hand on her hip, and pulled the smaller woman into a hug.

"I missed you while I was gone, Pala." Donnie said, kissing her on the side of the neck, pulling back a bit, so she could look at the woman's pretty blue eyes.

"Donnie-" Pala got out before Donnie's hand had gone to gently cup the woman's cheek while she kissed her deeply on the lips, her other hand groping at the Rutian woman's bum. After a few seconds, though, Doneeda noticed Pala wasn't as involved as she usually was, and stopped, backing off a little, a confused look on her face.

"What's wrong, babe?" Donnie asked, her hand moving from Pala's face to her hip.

"Donnie. You're son and bodyguard have been missing for 56 hours." Pala said flatly, stepping back a bit, Donnie's hands falling off the woman. She presented her Amazonian companion the tablet, laying out what'd happened. Doneeda took the tablet, and read the words, but they weren't registering, she stepped back, stumbling and bumping into her desk.

"Wha...What do you mean...what?" Donnie managed, Pala's words still ringing in her ears. Her blue companion stepped forward, and put her hands on Donnie's shoulders.

"Look at me. Doneeda. Look at me-" Pala said firmly, Donnie looking into her eyes.

"There was a fuckup...a lot of fuckups, the ship they left on wasn't spaceworthy, there was a communique from Commander Sia about them blowing the rendezvous, somehow it didn't get passed." She explained slowly and calmly, Donnie nodding as she explained, the woman's arms now supporting some of her weight while she leaned on the desk with her bum.

Doneeda looked down at the floor, and swallowed hard...it was starting to sink in what Pala was on about. Enarin and Jada were missing in a ship that shouldn't have been in space, and had been for days...the woman wasn't even entirely sure what to do, she thought standing up to full height, Pala removing her hands. Donnie took a deep breath, and promptly lost her composure, though she managed to get back to her chair behind her desk, she leaned forward, tears flooding her vision, and put her head in her hands, quietly sobbing.

It was the second time in the space of a month that Enarin had gone missing. While Var was technically to blame for the first time, she really wasn't, and Donnie hadn't forgiven herself or even remotely begun to have gotten over it. What he'd gone through was fucked up, and she blamed herself, ultimately, for letting the situation even develop in the first place...now he was missing again, on a trip she'd forced him into, possibly somewhere in deep space. Donnie felt a hand on her back, and looked up, Pala was there, holding a box of tissues, and pulled one out and handed it to Donnie. The Darker woman took a few deep breaths as she took some tissues and dabbed up her tears and blew her nose. 

"Donnie-" Pala started softly, the woman in question holding up a hand to shush her. 

"-Pala...I need you to sniff find out who's here from the Procurer division and the Scouting division...and let me know asap, ok?" Donnie asked, shakily, pushing her lekku back over her back. Pala nodded, and walked towards the door, stopping short and turning around. 

"Is there anything else?" She asked, politely. Donnie shook her head, watching Pala depart, the door whooshing shut behind her. 

Taking a deep breath, the amazonian woman keyed her comm, and held it to her ear. 

"Hey Var-" She began.

------ MEANWHILE, BACK IN THE SHIT ------

"Okokokok, so...if I did this right..." Enarin muttered, leaning over his creation. A mess of wires, circiut boards, two comms, a massive isotope battery out of the crashed ship's life support system and a lot of hope. 

"It shouuullldddd..." he said, flipping the power on, the displays on the comms springing to life, code flying across their screens as they went through their startups, then springing to life, the MFD launching into it's patched firmware and displaying a text interface. 

"WORK!" He practically shouted, Jada giving him a quizzical look, the shirtless Enarin probably looking like the first CaveTwi'lek to invent fire.

"Jada, I just got us outta heeeeeere!" He said triumphantly, tapping away a message on the screen for the system to send on repeat. It was a basic message, giving their approximate location, the system they were in, planet they were on. It also sent a burst of the signal's carrier wave every minute for a few seconds, so anyone in the area could home in on the signal and find them. 

The teen flopped against "his" wall of the dugout. It'd been a few days since he'd first started assembling his radio, and had taken longer than he'd thought. There'd been a few setbacks, the first power supply had gone up in literal flames, he'd needed to cannabalize Jada's comm and most of her blaster as well to drive the subspace radio. But, just in the nick of time, the pair being short on food and completely out of booze, the radio was transmitting, loud and clear. 

They'd still have to wait for rescue, but at least they had hope...the reality was they'd be gone long before the isotope battery stopped powering the transmitter. 

Enarin thoroughly enjoyed Jada's way of celebrating victory, he had to admit. Despite the fact that things were distinctly drier than he'd prefer, feeling her and the twins pressed up against his body wasn't something he was about to complain about...he'd probably not even kick Jada out of bed for eating crackers. Though, given their current situation, and lack of water, the machine they had not putting nearly enough out, he made a conscious effort not to take things "further". Despite his teenage brain and meatstick with a mind of it's own, he was with it enough to realize that a few hours of..."their kind" of sex would pretty much dehydrate them both to the point of death, more than likely. As much as he wanted to, the teen kept his hands hugging Jada normally, and away from her butt and lekku. 

He did let out a quick, sharp laugh when she asked about the Pizza. It'd become a recurring thing between the pair over the past few days, a point of levity in an otherwise bleak situation. Enarin smirked, and glanced at the MFD, doing some quick math on how many more characters he could fit into the automated message. 

"You an Anchovies or Olives kinda girl?" Enarin asked, smirking, and squinting a bit. 

Before Jada could reply, he continued. 

"I'm sayin' Anchovies...yeah, Anchovies, you're an Anchovies girl. One hundred percent." He said smugly, shifting himself so Jada's leg fell between his, trying to get comfortable. 

Jada was a thing of beauty, but she was dense. 

---- MEANWHILE ----

"What do you mean "A Signal", Crewman?" Sia asked in her croaky voice, staring needles into a poor purple crewman sitting in front of a comm station on the entirely un-roomy bridge of her Corellian Corvette scout ship. 

"Uhh, well, it's pretty garbled, but I think it's a set of coordinates and a carrier wave being broadcast intermittently...but, Ma'am...". He stumbled at the end, trying to figure how to say what he wanted to. 

"What, Crewman, speak up, my gods man." She croaked at him, looking down her thin nose at the man, as if someone would look at an insect they'd just crushed. 

"Well, Ma'am, it's coming from the unknown regions. Iknow you told us to tell you abouteverysignalandiambut-" Sia cut him off with a wave of her bony hand. 

"Where." She said, more than asked. 

A large green twi'lek, wearing a pilots flight suit, obviously having just returned from a sweep, walked into the bridge and stopped, coming to attention feet from Sia. 

"Commander Sia, I- ah...my scout team found a signal of interest, it's being downloaded as we speak...I think we found him." The large, yellow eyed, green man said. 

"We shall see, Vax, we shall see...if your sister's son is as smart as you all say..." Sia trailed off, looking over to her brown XO, an 50 something Twi'lek standing 6'0 and built like a brick shit house. 

"When you finish the telemetry on the signals and triangulate the location, plot a course. I'll be in my quarters." She croaked curtly, whooshing out of the bridge in a very Death like manner. 

Vax looked over at the XO, who watched Sia go then shook his head, and shot Vax a worried look, the green man turning to stand facing him.

"We'll be fine..." He said, walking by him, giving his shoulder a soft punch. 

"...Death's afraid of her..." He said, continuing on by. 

So long as she finds Enarin first...Gods know they're both looking for him... He thought to himself. 

Donnie perked up at the mention of Sia. She had the same love for the old bat one would reserve only for hated relatives and red-skinned bitches, whenever the woman was mentioned Donnie had learned to pay attention. Partly because she might have been around, and partly because Sia had a tendency to do "crazy shit".  

The notion of her chasing down a stray signal was something that fell into that bucket. 

The Amazonian woman had no idea where Sia actually was, nor weather or not what she had was legitimate. Not that she could do anything about it, Sia was a Navy Captain, assigned to screen ahead of them scouting for potential threats and imperial scouts. Without Pala, there wasn't any way Donnie would ever have heard about it. The Navy had been pretty mum lately with it's intel, apparently there was a mole somewhere that was leaking info, and the Navy was accusing a "high level" source in the Airwing. 

The end result was that Pala was a better source of information than the Navy's attache. 

The dark woman sighed. She'd calmed down since talking to Var. She'd expected the woman to flip out the buttered fuck crumpets...but she'd stayed calm and steady, exactly what Donnie needed. She looked down at the tablet in front of her, listing the Airwing Scouts and Procurers who were currently in the fleet. The woman took a second to peruse the list, some of the names jumping out at her, the woman more interested in what they were running. The Scout groups weren't setup to look for a person, the smallest thing they could see at any reasonable distance was a TIE. The Procurers were what she was really interested, some of them had put some decent cash into their ships and had pretty powerful sensors. 

Donnie looked up at Pala, and leaned back in her chair. 

"You know what...Fuck." Donnie said, flipping her lekku over her back. 

"OK, I need to figure out what the hell Sia is onto...she could silver-bullet this before we even get anything in the AO...whatever the fuck the AO is at this point-" Donnie paused, frowning momentarily...she hated dealing with Sia. 

"Send Sia a message...We're gonna bypass literally every rule here, so if you don't wanna do this I get it-" Donnie started, glancing down and popping open a drawer on her desk, and removing a memory stick about the size of a thumb. 

"-If you do, I need you to use my encryption and Authorization to send a message directly to Vax's ARC fighter, ask him if this is legit and if Sia needs backup-" Donnie paused for a second, putting the drive on the desk, towards Sia's side of it. 

"-Sia, I need you to understand you don't have to do this, but I need to do other shit, namely having this conversation with a few of the procurers in case we need to...yeah..." she trailed off, looking at Pala hopefully. 

=-=- Meanwhile, back on the Shittiest Planet in the Universe -=-=

"OLIVES?" Enarin said with surprise. 

He was legitimately surprised. Jada did, to him, seem to be an Anchovies kinda girl...though he had to admit she had a point, to never judge a book by it's cover. Had he done that he'd be far more single, and haven't ever seen the twins.

Woman had a point. 

The book she referenced didn't ring any bells to the teen. Not that he'd read a whole helluva lot, having spent most of his reading time with his nose buried in technical manuals and data sheets for whatever he was fixing without instructions. Maybe she'd read some kind of Miraluka sex book about sexy times and sexy sex. He wasn't entirely sure if Jada was joking or not, he still hadn't learned how to read her entirely. 

She had to work on communication skills, he had to work on figuring out whether or not she was joking.

The truth was, however, that Enarin prefered Olives to anchovies, so it was an entirely welcome turn of events, he thought, chuckling. 

"I never took you for an olive girl, I mean they are better in literally every way than Anchovies-" He paused for a second, a confused look on his face.

"Also what the fuck were you grunts reading down there?" He asked.