Talak was not happy. In all his life, there were very few times when he wasn't in direct combat when he had felt as jittery and panicky as he did now. The trip from Naboo to Coruscant had been agonizing. It had taken hours, and Talak had spent most of that time pacing around the ship, muttering to himself, and trying to sort out a plan for what the next steps were.
Artee wasn't much better. Finding out that "Mistress Trys" was in danger, had nearly sent the droid into a panic that overloaded his circuits. There was no small amount of wailing about what they were going to do before Talak got him to calm down and they were airborne.
Normally, Talak would have just... gone straight to Trys's home or the coffee shop across the street, but he didn't know where she had gone in the meantime, so upon disembarking, he promptly called her on her comlink to find out where he could meet her.
Trys, it's Talak. I just landed on Coruscant, where are you? he asked, urgency clear in his voice. Oh the fun they would have if she hadn't even left her apartment...
Artee wasn't much better. Finding out that "Mistress Trys" was in danger, had nearly sent the droid into a panic that overloaded his circuits. There was no small amount of wailing about what they were going to do before Talak got him to calm down and they were airborne.
Normally, Talak would have just... gone straight to Trys's home or the coffee shop across the street, but he didn't know where she had gone in the meantime, so upon disembarking, he promptly called her on her comlink to find out where he could meet her.
Trys, it's Talak. I just landed on Coruscant, where are you? he asked, urgency clear in his voice. Oh the fun they would have if she hadn't even left her apartment...