It was but a couple of days since their unforgettable pit-stop at Giaca. One could even call it fateful: the revelations that day forever changed the atmosphere aboard the small scout ship traversing the Unknown Regions. Reserved cooperation and occasional calm arguments made way for mutual care and respect. Estranged politeness and occasional silence—who needs to say "Hi" when both passengers are telepathic empaths?—were now replaced with warm welcomes and concerned questions.
Even the bickering about the Alyse's bed regime could now be solved easily. Nykoria would set the ship on autopilot, fetch a bottle of wine along with some snacks, and spend hours either sitting by the blonde's side or even lying next to her. Kori would tell about her own time at the police academy, or as the Padawan in the Jedi Order; of various adventures and misadventures; of missions with her old Master that took her across the galaxy. Alyse too shared a few stories from her past; but the Zeltron couldn't help but feel that there was more from her Sith days that the blonde was rightfully reluctant to share. Perhaps it was for the best; Alyse was a good listener, and also well-versed in lore and legends. So sometimes, instead of a story from her life, she would tell a fascinating tale that Nykoria hadn't even heard of before.
All the while, the ship was heading back for Bakura. Back home. It felt strange calling the place that, even though Nykoria had been living there for a while before the expedition. But back then, she had been confined by the false threat of the planet suffering the wrath of the Sith, should Kori escape. And now Alyse was taking the Zeltron back from the Unknown Regions as a cherished equal. Kori was excited to see the planet again in a new light; even if a part of her realized that the place itself wouldn't change. Yet it didn't quell the Zeltron's enthusiasm.
What did make the Zeltron a little hesitant was the looming prospect of contacting her friends in the Jedi Order and explaining her decision. Hi, uh... Yes, I'm not coming back. I met a Sith Lord, we found out that opposites attract, and we have much in common. And that the Jedi can't hope to protect the entire galaxy. So I'll just contain my activities to one place and settle down on... Actually, never mind. Just good luck with your war, and try to stay safe! But usually, it would take crossing paths with Alyse in the cockpit or in the living area, and a slender alabaster palm on the Zeltron's shoulder to wash away any lingering doubts.
So, things were going well. So well in fact, that one "morning"—if the ship even had those—the Zeltron took to cooking, as opposed to using ration packs. Although it had never been Kori's forte, she would be found by the oven, with something being stewed inside. The something gave off the smell of meat and apparently of Alyse's prized wine—the evidence being an open bottle standing on the small kitchen table. Occasionally, the something would sizzle and guggle as well. That's when the Zeltron—standing by the table and cutting up some vegetables that didn't need to be cooked—would lean to the oven's window and smell whatever was brewing inside. Once she was at least semi-confident that nothing was burning, she'd get back to cutting.... Until another sizzle would draw her attention, and the cycle would repeat again.
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Even the bickering about the Alyse's bed regime could now be solved easily. Nykoria would set the ship on autopilot, fetch a bottle of wine along with some snacks, and spend hours either sitting by the blonde's side or even lying next to her. Kori would tell about her own time at the police academy, or as the Padawan in the Jedi Order; of various adventures and misadventures; of missions with her old Master that took her across the galaxy. Alyse too shared a few stories from her past; but the Zeltron couldn't help but feel that there was more from her Sith days that the blonde was rightfully reluctant to share. Perhaps it was for the best; Alyse was a good listener, and also well-versed in lore and legends. So sometimes, instead of a story from her life, she would tell a fascinating tale that Nykoria hadn't even heard of before.
All the while, the ship was heading back for Bakura. Back home. It felt strange calling the place that, even though Nykoria had been living there for a while before the expedition. But back then, she had been confined by the false threat of the planet suffering the wrath of the Sith, should Kori escape. And now Alyse was taking the Zeltron back from the Unknown Regions as a cherished equal. Kori was excited to see the planet again in a new light; even if a part of her realized that the place itself wouldn't change. Yet it didn't quell the Zeltron's enthusiasm.
What did make the Zeltron a little hesitant was the looming prospect of contacting her friends in the Jedi Order and explaining her decision. Hi, uh... Yes, I'm not coming back. I met a Sith Lord, we found out that opposites attract, and we have much in common. And that the Jedi can't hope to protect the entire galaxy. So I'll just contain my activities to one place and settle down on... Actually, never mind. Just good luck with your war, and try to stay safe! But usually, it would take crossing paths with Alyse in the cockpit or in the living area, and a slender alabaster palm on the Zeltron's shoulder to wash away any lingering doubts.
So, things were going well. So well in fact, that one "morning"—if the ship even had those—the Zeltron took to cooking, as opposed to using ration packs. Although it had never been Kori's forte, she would be found by the oven, with something being stewed inside. The something gave off the smell of meat and apparently of Alyse's prized wine—the evidence being an open bottle standing on the small kitchen table. Occasionally, the something would sizzle and guggle as well. That's when the Zeltron—standing by the table and cutting up some vegetables that didn't need to be cooked—would lean to the oven's window and smell whatever was brewing inside. Once she was at least semi-confident that nothing was burning, she'd get back to cutting.... Until another sizzle would draw her attention, and the cycle would repeat again.
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