Trys rolled her eyes when he unconvincingly told her they could ‘talk about it later’. She made a point of letting him see the eye roll and continue to call him out on his bullshit. Trys didn’t rush him as he took his time by the pool, looking around to scope out the path that would take them back up towards the forest.
When he was ready, they would start walking again with her leading the way. Talak would notice she refused to use the saber, instead taking out the vibroblade to cut through the obstacles in her way. It took longer, but she would stick to it, clearing a path for them that led the way up again.
When he asked his next question, Trys simply shrugged and kept walking, “I just remember being lost and very...cold,” She started to walk up a thin incline and she could see where it took them back up again, “I felt mostly emotions. Back in the cave I felt a lot of pain, and then I thought I saw my ex - my son’s father, but that may have been my imagination,” Trys shrugged, “Honestly, I don’t want to know. Obviously it was a lot of kriffed up shit that happened, and it left you hanging by a thread. I’ll take your word for it just being something bad and leave it at that.”
Her approach on the topic would probably surprise him, but it was simply how her personality operated. Trys wasn’t one to linger and dwell on things. She was happy to be here and alive and she was glad to see them moving away from the enclave. It was a complete and stark contrast to Talak, who had a penchant for overthinking and exploring every single angle and thread to a meticulous degree.
“I’m curious about this planet,” Trys said after a moment as she began the climb up, “Is this mainly a place with influence from….your people? Or is this enclave just a one off?”
Talak saw her roll her eyes and he looked thoroughly unamused, but he probably deserved it. She probably didn't believe him that he would tell her, and she wasn't in the wrong to think it sounded like a sidestep. It... kind of was a sidestep.
He watched as she hacked through the woods, but didn't try to convince her to use the saber. She was afraid of it, and probably for good reason. Although it hadn't been what caused the issues in the cave, it was in the same vein.
He listened as she talked about what she'd seen in the cave during her "communion with darkness." He got the distinct impression that she didn't want to know anything more and that he should probably just drop it. Of course, to him this was weird and just... so wrong, but to each their own, he supposed.
She started to ask about the world, and he knew that answering her question would be difficult without going into a great deal more detail. He might as well just jump in.
They continued to walk through the forests and jungles. It was actually quite a pretty world if not for all the things that wanted to kill them.
We're a lot different than our ancestors. Almost to the point of not being the same group depending on who you ask, he started to say. The Guardians worshipped the Sith, but most didn't consider themselves Sith. The Legions thought the Sith were misguided, and even though Talak advocated for the Empire taking the Sith name, he didn't view himself as a follower of the Sith Code. So, then, were they actual Sith? That was the real question. He didn't think so.
We have no real connection to this place anymore. The dispatches to here were to try to learn more about the past, he said, and he knew it would likely mean he would come back here. He had a feeling there was terrible power to be had in that enclave, and he might be able to get it if he came back with other Sith.
This wasn't a main world, though. At the fall of the last Empire a small group had taken up their home here, but they died out, he said.
They were the last of the Sith Empire, he said. That was the word you saw, he told her. His gut roiled and he could feel chills flushing through his body as he waited for whatever response she would have to that. Whether she knew the name or not he had no idea how she would react. She was absolutely impossible to predict.
My people left the Jedi long before the Sith, though, he said. While he considered the Legions to be his people, the Guardians had much more Sith bearings to them.
As usual, he had no idea what of his comments would matter and which were all but foreign gibberish. Some of the talk about Jedi, Sith, and the Force that he took for granted was totally foreign to people who weren't in the mainstream.
Trys was more than surprised when he uttered the word ‘Sith’. It gave her pause. She had heard of that word before, and it had always had its ties to horror and galactic wide subjugation in the past. Trys stopped walking, barely hearing or processing the rest of what he said. Was he part of the Sith? Was he part of the same group that grew to become a plague upon the galaxy one time?
She turned to look at him, and he would see a flash of fear. However, it disappeared as soon as it came. Trys looked as if she were about to say something, but she didn’t. It would frustrate him to no end, but she simply had her own way of operating. Trys turned back to walk through the path, coming up to the level above.
Thankfully, the journey had been uneventful, though the sun was almost setting. Trys picked up the pace, wanting to get back to the ship before nightfall. She thought about how he said his people left the Jedi before the Sith...was there yet another branch? Her head was starting to hurt from all this information.
“When you go back into that enclave,” Trys said as she kept walking forth, not even bothering to look at him, “Take someone you don’t care about with you,” She left it at that. She knew she had begun to get in his way in many ways. There were many things she could regulate, but how could she regulate things she couldn’t understand? Trys wouldn’t tell him to stop snooping around or seeking knowledge. She was becoming a liability to him, and she despised that. However, a small part of her found comfort in it as it stopped him from committing some new horrible act.
Trys could see the ship at last and she heaved a huge sigh of relief. She walked up the ramp and nodded wearily to Artee’s burst of greetings and concerns. Trys was happy for the wine glass in hand, almost downing the entire glass in one swig. She turned to Talak and shoved the datapad from the dead Sith in his hands, "I have no further use for it."
He watched her as he said the word Sith, and he could see the flash of fear in her eyes. It was there and then it was gone and he suddenly looked defeated. He wanted to reach out and say that he would never hurt her, but he couldn't even say it. The Arcanist had nearly tried to kill her and he'd still knocked her over. The guilt he felt for it now was profound and felt like it would crush him. He swore to himself that he would never do it again. Even if it meant he would die, he wouldn't ever lay a finger on her again.
She looked like she was about to say something before she just walked off and he was left as baffled as ever. Why was this always so difficult with her?
She kept marching back to the ship and told him when he came back to bring someone he didn't care about. Clearly she knew he intended to come back, but he wasn't so sure he could promise not to bring someone back who he didn't care about. There were few people he could trust, and most of those he didn't want to see killed.
They arrived at the ship after silence, and he was thrilled to see it. He wanted nothing more than to shower and collapse down in a heap and sleep.
She came over and shoved the datapad into his hands and he winced. He set it down on the holotable a moment later and didn't say anything for a moment. He couldn't read her even now. Was she scared? Angry? Betrayed? Confused? He had absolutely no idea, and he knew he would regret literally anything he did next, but... well, he was Talak.
And he knew that face she had given him was going to stick in his mind and haunt him.
Trys, talk to me, he said. He didn't know if that would open the door to some yelling, acid comment, or apathy. It might have resulted in her just saying something about how they had nothing to talk about because the two of them weren't anything. He just had no idea, but not doing anything wasn't the right call. Perhaps he should have waited until they were both rested, but that wouldn't be for hours and he wasn't going to let this linger unless he had to.
Trys had already moved on, beginning to relax with her wine. She was entirely oblivious to all the mental gymnastics Talak was doing and all the assumptions he was making. The only thing going through her mind was about how thankful she was to be out of the terrible enclave. Mentally and physically she began to feel a lot better. She even felt better after giving the datapad over, as if it were some cursed artifact.
When Talak suddenly asked her to talk, Trys stared at him in visible confusion. She took a sip from her wine as she continued to look at him, “Talk about what?” There was no coyness in her tone, and her voice was flat and very matter of fact. The moment was borderline comical as she looked at him expectantly. There was no frustration or anger, but genuine confusion.
Trys had nothing to discuss about the enclave - that was his business. She stayed in her lane and let him stay in his, and she wouldn’t be nosy about his intentions. Trys finished up her glass and declined to have another despite it being offered.
“I just want to rest, Talak,” She said with a sigh. Trys turned and started to walk the opposite direction towards that same extra room down the hall. However, she suddenly paused and started to walk backwards and stopped in front of where his room was instead. Trys simply stood there for a moment before turning to look at him again, “With you,” She added quietly, meeting his gaze. She had no desire to use the extra room.
Talak looked at Trys. Trys looked at him. He was confused. She looked confused. Then that made him even more confused. The confusion loop lasted for several more seconds before he blinked awkwardly.
Uh... nevermind, he said, realizing he had... entirely misread everything. Well there you go. This was what he got for wildly overthinking everything all the time. It wasn't like this was going to stop any time soon.
She got up with a sigh and professed that she wanted to rest and he nodded. He didn't expect her to stop and say that she wanted to rest with him. His heart leapt and the subsequent wave of confusion just barely managed to be cut off.
Okay, you just were overthinking this. Stop overthinking it, he told himself.
He pushed himself up unsteadily and walked over toward her. His hands gingerly took hers and led him toward his room. They were both filthy, but he wasn't feeling gutsy enough to suggest a shower or push his luck. He didn't know what any of this meant, and he forced himself not to overthink it again.
He leaned in as they reached the door of his room - one of the only rooms in the ship she'd never actually been inside before - and he leaned in to kiss her.
You're always welcome with me, he said. It was something he hadn't actually said before, but he was opening up to her. He found himself wanting to profess the love he had discovered for her, but he couldn't. Neither of them were ready for that.
The door to his room slid open and it was... actually relatively mundane. Everything inside was neat and in its place. A small desk and bed were across from one another with a refresher at the far end of the room next to a closet. Everything was relatively neat and tidy with stacks of books and datacards at one corner of the desk.
His finger traced down the armor piece still on her chest. It had been Zatara's. She was the last person that had been in here, and perhaps it was symbolic that Trys was wearing it the first time she entered.
There was a moment's hint of sadness on his face, but then he looked up into her icy blue eyes and found himself smiling a genuine smile that reached his eyes. The past was in the past, and he hoped that she would be his future.
Trys returned the kiss as he leaned in, smiling at his words. She tilted her head to look at the room that was entirely simplistic. It aligned with his style and she wasn’t the least bit surprised. She turned to look at him when he traced a finger down the armor, and she followed it with her gaze. Trys had almost forgotten who this had belonged to before. However, she wasn’t one to let things get awkward.
She reached up to undo the armor, slipping it off gently as she gazed at Talak. For whatever reason, this felt different. There was normally immense amounts of tension, but now she only felt the exhaustion in her bones and a sense of comfort from being in his presence. Trys didn’t allow her mind to wander beyond that, and she didn’t even want to imagine what complete chaos was swirling in Talak’s mind.
Before she knew it, the armor was off, and she let her gaze linger on his for a moment. Trys reached out and began to undo his belt, tugging away at his clothing. She had done this before and she knew how to disrobe him now. She was careful to maneuver around his injuries, and she paused when he stood before her with his bare torso.
Her hands slid up along his body, pausing at his chest as she slowly looked up at him again, “I don’t want to give this a name,” Trys said quietly, “But I want this. And I only want it with you,” She continued to slide her hands up till they came to rest on his shoulders and she pulled him towards herself to kiss him. It was different than the ones they shared before because she had no desire to stop there. Trys allowed herself to sink into the passion and desire the burned within her and between them.
She pulled back after a moment, one of her hands sliding down the front of his torso till her fingers hooked into the front rim of his pants. Her gaze remained locked on his as she started to walk backwards, pulling him along as they would both step over the armor and towards the bed. She flashed him a grin as she glanced down at both his useless arms, “I suppose I’ll be doing all the work this time.”
Even if the two of them opted not to put a label on this, Talak was satisfied. They shared something that neither one had with another, and in many ways that was enough for him.
Passion, a shower, and several hours of sleep passed before he finally awoke. He glanced at the chrono, and the thing that struck him above and beyond anything else was the sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so long without the nightmares haunting him.
Next to him on the bed, was Trys. She didn't strike him as the cuddling type, but with her curled up next to him in bed he couldn't help but smile. He watched her for several minutes, the way she breathed, and the way her face seemed so... calm. He silently marveled at her and how she managed to keep herself so together all the time.
His finger traced lightly over one of the tattoos on her shoulder and he leaned in to place his lips gently against it as she began to stir.
You know, he murmured against her skin. I don't know how long you took off, but I wouldn't mind keeping you here for a few days. Or at least spending some time just... doing normal people things, he said. Was he asking her out on a date? A proper date? Huh, he might have been... but he certainly wasn't going to call it that. That was way too aggressive for the delicate... situation they were in.
Trys was completely out cold after a nice, warm shower. It had been hours, and she lost track of what time it was and she didn’t care. There was no emergency with her son potentially barging in, and she felt perfectly at ease with Talak. It was a while before she stirred, and she felt his gentle touch across her shoulder. Trys blinked her eyes open and gazed into his, unable to hold back the smile on her face. She wasn’t normally someone that smiled a lot, but he managed to incite it easily.
“Normal people things?” She asked after a moment, “I thought this was all normal life for you,” Trys couldn’t imagine him the type to sit around and watch Holo or take out the trash. His line of thought, of course, flew entirely over her head. She hadn’t even considered he meant dating or anything like that.
Trys rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She enjoyed this bed considerably more than the other one. She was silent for a long moment, and she still didn’t look at him when she spoke, “Rule three is pretty dumb, isn’t it…” Trys said quietly. She still didn’t look at him, and she didn’t elaborate any further. He would know better than to expect much more than that.
Talak couldn't rightly remember the last time he was this happy. Perhaps he never had been, in fact.
Oh, it's normal life for me. But I daresay normal people don't do these kinds of things, he said with a smile that reflected her own. He wasn't too worried about whether or not things were a date because that was entirely too complicated. It would be what it was and he was willing himself not to make this all more difficult than it needed to be. He leaned in and stole a kiss, starting to trail kisses across her cheek and down her neck as she looked up at the ceiling and spoke.
He pulled back from his kissing and propped himself up, wincing as he remembered the burns on his arm. He looked down at her with what could only be described as a bit of a smirk.
Is this the part where I get to say I told you so? he teased. He didn't expect her to say any more and as far as he was concerned, that comment alone was a huge step. He leaned in and quickly captured her lips before she could object or potentially become uncomfortable with her declaration.
He let the kiss linger for a moment before climbing out of bed, throwing on some pants, and stretching out. His arms still burned, but the bacta had started doing its job.
I need to re-bandage and get dressed. I'm kidnapping you for the day or... he frowned, realizing it would take a while for them to actually get anywhere and no knowing when she needed to be back ...the next couple days, he said with an amused frown.
We're going to do something fun... he paused again and frowned. ...I mean something else fun that doesn't just involve us and a bed, he said, not that he minded that one bit.
He disappeared out of the room and returned with some old women's clothing for her.
We can get you some of your own wherever we stop, but these will fit you better than any of my robes, he said. Trys using Zatara's things was becoming more common, and he wondered if he shouldn't invest in some proper things for Trys on board the ship, even in secret. Offering her a proverbial drawer seemed too advanced at this point, but no one could deny that she ended up on his ship a lot for one reason or another.
As she felt his kisses trail down her neck, she felt that desire begin to creep back. Trys wanted him to keep going, but he pulled away, his quip about her rule three making her chuckle softly. She returned the kiss before he eased off the bed and mentioned getting dressed and bandaged.
“Do you have to?” She grumbled as she rolled over to get cozy in the bed. Trys had no intention of getting up anytime soon, and she buried her face into his pillow after he was out. She couldn’t help but grin as he mentioned he wanted to find something for them to do. Trys didn’t know where this was going, and she found herself not worrying about the details.
“Let’s get off this shitty planet first,” She mumbled against the pillow, closing her eyes. Trys was completely at ease, her bare, tattooed body draped across his bed and blankets as she made herself right at home. It was entirely removed from her normally stern and serious personality, and it was clear she was allowing herself to be at peace.
When he offered up some clothes, Trys didn’t even look up, “I don’t need those right now,” She lazily replied, perfectly happy to go back to dozing off.
Talak couldn't help but smile as he was seeing a side of her that was entirely new but no less endearing. He discovered there was a great deal about her that he still didn't know, but he couldn't wait to discover.
Fair enough, he said with a smirk as she said they should get off the planet and disappeared to tell Artee to take them away.
As he returned with the clothes they would both be able to feel the ship lurch as it took off. He glanced down at her, taking in her tattoos as shamelessly as she was curled up in his bed. This was a scene he could have gotten used to.
I think I like you better like this anyway, he teased before promptly climbing back into the bed as well. He kissed another of the tattoos on her back, quickly growing accustomed to it and discovering it was something he quite enjoyed doing. They added so much character to her, and it gave him pause.
Which one's your favorite? And why? he asked, curiously scanning over the wide variety of artwork. He could only assume that there was meaning behind most of them. He had never had any placed on his own body, but that didn't mean he found them to be any less interesting.
Trys felt the ship lurch, and she didn’t even care where it was going. It was strange to feel so at peace and so far removed from everything she considered ‘work’. For now, she didn’t want to worry about terrorists or Jedi or even her son. The galaxy could do fine without her for a day or two. She felt as if she were in an entirely different plane of existence, and all she had to do was enjoy herself and relax.
She was half asleep by the time he came back into bed. Trys had been asked about her tattoos before, and she always brushed it off. However, she thought about the honest answer, “Some have meaning, others I got just because I liked them,” Trys had to chuckle at his question, “I went through pain to have them all etched permanently into my body. They’re all my favorites.”
She felt his gentle kisses against her skin and she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment. Trys pointed to one near her chest that was of her son when he was little, “This one, as you can imagine, holds a bit of meaning.”
Trys let him kiss along her back, rolling onto her stomach to bury face into his pillow. She kept her eyes closed, revealing to him the entire painted canvas of her back, “I’m sure you’ll find one there you’ll find interesting,” Trys mumbled into the pillow.
He would have to look, but he would be led to a small one between her shoulder blades. It was, curiously enough, a depiction of what appeared to be a red saber piercing into a heart - implying several different meanings. As usual, no further explanation would be offered and no questions would be answered. Trys was already far away and not dwelling on the topic.
Talak made a quiet "pff" sound as she said they were all her favorite. He was sure she liked them all, but they couldn't all be a favorite. Truthfully, he expected she had one regarding her son and wasn't surprised when it got a special mention. His finger trailed lightly over it and he smiled. Her commitment to her son was one of her many good traits, and while she felt that it somehow made her inaccessible to someone like him, he didn't feel put off by it at all.
She rolled over and let him look at her back, frowning as she mentioned he would find one interesting back there. His eyes scanned over each one of her many pieces of art before resting on what he had to assume was the one she meant. His heart jumped a little because he didn't entirely know what to make of it. Of course he wanted to take it as a positive, but he frankly suspected it wasn't.
He continued frowning before actually forcing himself to stop thinking about it and not worry about it. He knew even if he asked her right now he wouldn't get an answer - in fact, he was almost positive that he actually heard her starting to snore - and he shook his head with an amused eye roll.
I'm definitely going to make you tell me about that one sometime, he murmured as he settled back into the bed next to her. He wasn't nearly as good at keeping his nose to himself as she was. She was actually a contender for the least nosy person he had ever met.
He wrapped an arm around her in the bed and pressed up against her back. She was warm and soft and her smell filled his nostrils with every breath. I love you, and I wish I could tell you. But he was silent, breathing in the moment, and wishing it would never end. He was finally content.
It was the next morning by the time she awoke again. Trys couldn’t remember the last time she slept so peacefully, and she felt partially guilty because she was so far from her son. She felt Talak’s arm around her, his body still pressed against hers. There was something entirely comfortable about how she fit against him like a puzzle, and she loved the feeling of his warmth against hers. Trys laid there for a few moments before deciding that she should probably get up at last.
She yawned and stretched, peeling herself out of his grip and off the bed, “Kriff...how long was I out?” Trys asked him in surprise, not having a chrono on her. She rubbed her eyes and headed into the refresher before coming out much more rejuvenated. Trys looked down at the clothes and quirked an eyebrow, “I need to start packing extra clothes whenever I run into you apparently…” Trys thought about her own clothing option - the same outfit with the bottom half of the top torn.
Though she didn’t agree with wearing anyone’s ex’s clothing, they both recognized there were few other options. Trys put the clothing on, noticing the pants were slightly higher than she would have liked. Clearly, the woman had been several inches shorter. Trys swapped out for her own pants, not entirely a fan of the top either. The style was a lot more feminine than she personally liked, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Trys put her jacket over it all and felt better.
“Where even are we?” She asked, stepping out of the room. Trys could make out that they had entered the atmosphere of a planet and she could see nothing but blue all around. The only thought on her mind was that she was starving, not having eaten anything since she had crash landed. Trys continued to stare out the window, having no clue where they were headed.
“Is this your usual go to for doing normal things?” She asked, watching as she began to spot vast oceans below.
Talak never slept well, and the fact that not once but twice he had managed to sleep so soundly with his arms wrapped around her spoke volumes. He tried not to read into it too much, but it certainly seemed to tell him something.
It was his turn to lay in bed while she got up. He reached out his hand and his datapad flew across the room and into his hand without him having to leave the bed. There were certain benefits to having the Force, after all. He started poking away while she changed before climbing out of bed and scratching his head.
He got dressed and made his way to the cockpit to start staring out the window along with her. The oceans were massive and stretched on well beyond the horizon. Cities could be seen dotting the surface of the water, but between them there was nothing but blue
Mon Cala or Dac depending on the name you prefer, he said, looking out over the water as the ship began to swoop down for a landing.
Actually, I've never been here, he said with a shrug. It was a new adventure. He loved going to new worlds and exploring in whatever little free time he had. The fact that he'd never been here before would make it all the easier to separate from his "work."
I hope you like seafood, he said, glancing over and realizing he had no idea if she liked seafood. He knew she liked spicy things and hospital pudding and ice cream.
Come on, he said, flicking his head toward the exit. He waited for her to come along and walked out into the sunshine. The small of salty air and a refreshing breeze immediately hit him as he exited onto the open-topped landing pad. Artee came whirring down behind them to take care of the docking fees and he started a leisurely stroll down the walkways of the city.
He held up a finger as they walked. Eat good food, find a nice resort, and get you some new clothes, he said, holding up a finger for each. He was never going to let her not be haunted by things being done in threes.
Should we start with some clothes? I get the distinct impression you don't care for those ones, he said. She wouldn't get the impression that it was him trying to get her out of those clothes because of whose they were before her but because he actually wanted her to be comfortable.
It might not hurt to get a couple of spare pairs, he said. If they were going to be here for a couple of days then she'd want them. He could broach the topic of her leaving them on his ship at a later time.
Trys eyed him as he held up his three fingers again, rattling off things to do. This all felt very strange, and she felt even more bizarre for wanting to do it all. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen so much ocean everywhere, and she looked around as if her head were on a swivel. The constant breeze felt incredible and the sun was high in the sky, and she couldn’t stop staring. Being around tall skyscrapers meant she never truly saw the sky, especially with the thick smog of pollution.
She nodded in agreement to the clothing, not too thrilled about what she was wearing. He probably could also do without being reminded of the past at every turn. Trys pointed out a nearby shop and ducked into it, not taking long at all to pick out some new items. By the time she came out, she was in a casual tank top and jeans, along with some shades.
“I hope you didn’t have anywhere fancy in mind for a place to eat,” Trys shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning at him. It was night and day difference from how Zatara had dressed and that probably applied for personalities as well.
Trys slung the extra shopping bag over her shoulder and began to walk. They were walking towards what appeared to be a boardwalk of sorts. There were shops, musicians and food stalls all around. She glanced over at Talak and looked him up and down in his robes, “You look ridiculous here,” Trys muttered quietly, though with a grin on her face, "And it's far too hot here for you to be wearing that."
All of this still felt strange to her. And they were only here because she managed to crash land on Tund and just happened to ping him for help. Would she have contacted him otherwise? Trys shot him another glance, the shades hiding her eyes. Yeah, probably. He had been infuriatingly persistent in her thoughts despite the span of time that passed between when they saw one another.
Try quickly ducked into a shop to pick out some clothes and came out looking much more in her own style and much more comfortable as a result. They started walking on and Talak took in deep breaths of the salty air.
They walked on to the boardwalk and she mentioned that he looked ridiculous and it was too hot to be wearing what he was wearing. He glanced down and while he had to grant that it wasn't the most ocean-appropriate wear, it wasn't that absurd!
I don't exactly have a large selection of clothes, he said. He had actually taken some extra time to look through what he owned and had come up with something that wasn't quite robey. Still, it didn't really fit in very well with sea and sunshine.
He started looking through the various shops and restaurants, completely unaware of what was going through Trys's head about calling him.
He stopped at a little warf-side "restaurant" a few moments later. It was absolutely jammed with people ordering food, and he wasn't even sure they'd be able to find a table to sit. Still, he took the number of people ordering food to be a sign of how good it was, and he threw a glance over at Trys.
How about this? Since you've ruined me plan to take you to a 6,000 credit a plate restaurant, he said teasingly. It was clearly a joke, but he actually did think this looked like as good a place as any to eat.
He went up and ordered himself some chowder and insisted on covering whatever she ordered as well. If she tried to refuse he would simply stand there indefinitely until she ordered something on his tab.
They snagged the first table that was available and waited for the food.
Be honest with me: when was the last time you took a vacation? he asked. He was guessing the number was going to be in the "many years" category, but he couldn't be sure. If she did get out more than that, he was curious where she went. Truthfully, it was probably just a curiosity about her in general. There was still so much about her that was a mystery to him, and he would have said that it went both ways, but he was beginning to wonder if she had a curious bone in her body.
Trys was enjoying the scenery here quite a bit. She stopped at one of the stalls to buy a simple wristband for her son. For whatever reason, he started to favor those lately, and she figured he would like this one. Trys pocketed it and continued to walk, actually laughing at his joke about the 6,000 credits a plate.
“Talak,” She said quietly, “You live out of your ship,” Trys reached over and sympathetically patted him on the back, “I think a sandwich shop might be a stretch for you,” She grinned at him. Trys wasn’t exactly that much better off than him living in the moderate districts of Coruscant in a two bedroom apartment.
As they found a place to eat, she began to protest as he insisted on paying. After a little bit of back and forth bickering, she finally relented and ordered a seafood platter for them to share. It would have a wide assortment of shellfish and sauces. The general bustling of the crowd and the distant sounds of the waves was incredibly peaceful and such a contrast to how hellish her life had been recently.
Trys took off her sunglasses and looked at him when he asked his question, “A long time,” She sighed, “I used to take my son to places here and there when he was little, but my work began to take over. Plus, he thinks hanging out with his mom is lame now,” Trys grinned, flagging over the waitress to bring her a local cocktail.
“You don’t exactly seem the type to go on vacations either,” Trys said as she thought about how he worked oddjobs and, of course, lived out of his damn ship. She didn’t think Artee was the best vacation companion either, “Do you know how to swim?” Trys asked after a moment, taking a sip of the cocktail brought over.
Talak started to laugh for a moment before realizing that she was actually being serious.
What's wrong with my ship! he vehemently objected. It was so practical! It was bigger than most apartments and it was mobile! He wouldn't even spend more than a couple days a month at an apartment!
He frowned and looked at her as he grumpily started eating. Am I going to have to get somewhere to live just out of spite? he asked as he grumpily kept eating. And he would do it, too. He still wasn't sure if "buying" a place would involve credits or some handwavium. Probably credits... maybe.
He listened to her talk about trips with her son and saw how she lit up as she was talking about it. It was hard to imagine that the two of them - whatever they were - had started because he was poking his nose around in her investigation. How far they'd come now.
I'm not, he said. But I like to travel whenever I can. Really easy to do because I live on a ship, he said with a "glare."
When she asked if he knew how to swim, he paused visibly. Should he lie? Should he tell the truth? It was a bit embarrassing, but the Unknown Region wasn't known for its great outdoor lakes...
Uh... no... he finally said after a moment. Do you? he asked. He'd never really needed to swim before, but he realized he wouldn't have minded learning. It was probably a good skill to have just in case he ever found himself in a body of water. Drowning seemed unpleasant.
Okay, so we got food and we got clothes. So that means new two and three are to find an apartment... he "glared" again ...and go swimming, he said. And try not to drown, he thought to himself.