One Bumpy Ride

[Darkwasp]

The ship shuddered violently at intermittent intervals, as brilliant streaks of light painted the scene from any of the ship’s functioning view ports. The lights aboard Miss Fortune were a dim, pale yellow, providing just enough illumination to make the ship’s corridors and rooms look like the set of a Horror Holo-vid. Every now and again, the shadows would move; the occupants unaware as to whether it was do to unwelcome vermin, the lights flickering, or their own imagination causing the image.

A woman whose skin looked as if it were made of the creamiest, most flawless, caramel travelled down the dingy hall. She wore a white cotton tank-top that was two sizes too small and gray Tanga cut underwear. You would be committed to a maximum security mental facility; to call Bahati Rehn bashful. Her joyful whistle echoed through vacant halls. There was no place in the galaxy the lovely rouge would rather be, than on her ship. It was the love of her life. And though passengers may have found the ship loud, dingy, and downright scary, she found all of the ship’s idiosyncrasies charming and delightful.

She paused in front of a sealed door, tapping a small red button on the panel next to it. The panel sparked, and went dim. Bahati frowned and slammed her fist on the metal box. The panel once again sprung to life, and the door slid open; sticking slightly at one point along the way. The feisty thief stuck her head into the room; her lush mane of curls unbound and flowing freely.

”Joy! I’m turnin’ in for the night. Is there anythin’ ya need?” she yelled into the room, before realizing that Joy was not in the refresher as Bahati had expected. ”Oh. Sorry.” she uttered; a rare apology from a brash woman.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy clutched the arm rests of the co-pilot seat with her clawed fingers while her teeth grit firmly and eyes stared forwards, it wasn't exactly a very fun take off... or flight.. or anything, really. The 'occasional' juts of violent shaking making her feel like the ship was about to fall out of the sky. How did she agree to this? From the outside it was bad. But jeeze. Inside? It looked like some kind of waste disposal vehicle. Perhaps Bahati would notice, but after a stressful takeoff Joy seemed to simply pass out in one of the side cabins (even if it wasn't intended for habitation) for a bit, before a new shake made her fall out of the hard mattress bed onto the cold metal floor with a groan.

It was about this time that she felt like she was in a horror holovid as she peeled herself from the decking to call out softly. "Hello..?" She peered out into the corridor, Lekku swinging gently with the halted motion of previous motion. A flicker caused her to flinch, as she walked out into the corridor to recall where she was. The echoing noise of something pitched would gently waft through the tight halls before it sounded like it was right behind her. Quickly she turned, fatty tails whipping out with the speed of her turn to strike at the exposed skin of the woman.

There's something to be said about having Lekku bigger than you can handle and very few Twi'leks suffered with such a beautiful curse. Joy was one such specimen. As she turned, she lost balance and paniced from the pale skinned humanoid, crying out in fear as she fell forward against Bahati's chest only to push off in a scrambling flail of her hands until her rump ended back on the deck. Finally, drama over. Right? Gently, Joy rubbed her backside as she peeled off the floor and noticed the lack of.. Much of anything. "You get.. Hot?" She cleared her throat, trying to avoid looking at anything but the wall lest she see something she wasn't meant to.

Bahati appeared to have mistaken where Joy was, which is kind of understandable when this place seemed like such a maze. She eventually replied; trying to keep her big blue eyes locked on the much taller woman's. Slightly embarressed. "Uh yeah. Where am I staying? All the rooms are cluttered."

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati’s eyes opened wide, as she collided with her guest. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. If she had been a screamer, the corridors would be ringing with her earsplitting wail. Instead she just stared, wide-eyed, at the young passenger who had toppled over. She wished Joy would have been taller… or at least louder. Bahati wasn’t used to having people onboard her ship. The least they could do is be where she expected them to be.

The Smuggler’s dark brow knitted as she pondered the little Twi’lek’s question. It took her nearly a minute to figure out what the girl was referring to. The mocha skinned pilot looked down at her attire and shrugged.

”No. I’m getting ready for bed. What do you sleep in? Surely you have comfortable clothes to sleep.” she answered, slightly insulted.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off a thick band across her midriff and right arm started to ach; a band that was the exact thickness of the kid’s Lekku. Looking down, her skin was becoming and interesting shade of red; just above the tattoo of her name.

”Ow.” Bahati complained as she gently rubbed the offending spot. ”Ya need to watch those weapons of yours, Princess. You’re goin’ to hurt somebody.”

Bahati ponder the girl’s next question, opening the two nearest rooms. The first room had a bunch of spare wire, tubing, and ducts strewn about the floor and the bed. It would take hours to remove all of the clutter and find a new place for it. When the door opened to the second room, a bundle of large, heavy storage boxes tumbled out; almost crushing the caramel thief’s bare feet.

”Well. I didn’t expect to have company.” she said defensively, as she shoved the excess boxes back into the room; closing the door before they escaped again. ”I guess you can stay in the Captain’s Quarters. Stay close.” she conceded.

A roar erupted from Bahati’s mouth, as she yawned and stretched. Without any further discussion on the subject, she turned and began slumping to her quarters on the other side of the ship. Miss Fortune truly was a maze to navigate through. After a series of turns, ups, and downs they arrived at her quarters; which seemed to be only 10 meters from their last position, after 10 minutes of travelling.

”What’s you’re deal anyway, Princess? I mean, what do you want out of life, and why are you hanging with lowlifes like me, instead of attending an academy?” she finally spoke up, after a long silence.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy wasn't overly girly, when it came to being scared. This wasn't quite a situation where she would screech, anyway. Maybe if Bahati was some kind of giant blood sucking leech or something, she would be sufficiently scared to shrill the walls with a horrible echo of bloody murder. Didn't Bahati have anything proper to sleep in? like. Actual PJs or something? It was pretty indecent to walk around like that with other people present. Alone? Sure.. She guesses it would be okay. But she was in the presence of a princess. Her chin raised slightly with her interior monologue like she was displeased.

"Yeah. I have actual Pajamas. Nice and cool." She chimed back from the floor. Which was kind of wierd looking up at Bahati. Her cheeks were slightly purpled and it was around this time that she decided to stand up, ducking into the room she had emerged from to retrieve her pack full of clothes. Mostly. One hand idly went to stroke at her Tchun which had struck Bahati.

"Better not bruise.." She complained in soft mutter while she fussed over the appendage and Bahati complained of the red mark. "They must be pretty terrible weapons if they only work when i twirl. And hurt me." The girl half bothered to explain as she followed the shifting hips ahead of her to the rooms. Leaning into the doorway, she peered in. Oh good. She could accidentally wrap herself up and get strangled to death. Next.

Of course Joy was pretty close when things began to fall out of the second room, causing her to jump back. "You seriously need to clean up." She complained with a slight shriek to her tone, likely offended from nearly being bonked on the head by something. Captains Quarters? She stood upright all proud and such, smirking. "Yarr." She chuckled, quietly imagining herself a pirate captain before clearing her throat for a louder question projected to the boss of this horrible ship. "Where are you sleeping?" Stay close? Did she have rancors or something?

Joy followed closer than perhaps was needed. Practically resting her palms on her waist as she peered past her figure in the gap between her body and arm. The loud yawn caused a sharp jump, before she sighed in aggrivation and followed with a frown. God damn this ship was horrible to walk around in. Speaking of horrible to walk around in.. Soon they would enter Bahati's captains quarters, allowing Joy to throw her pack into a chair or whatever, so she can rifle through it for her sleeping clothes. Pink. But of course. They looked almost like a silk, but not quite that good quality.

"Uh. Well. I left my home so I can do... Something." She evaded with a pause and gestured with her clothes. "Where can I change?" She left out the whole 'where you're not there', since thats generally something that goes without saying. One eyebrow arched. Maybe not with this person... "You think I could attend an academy?" Her tone brightened with glee.

 

[Darkwasp]

The Captain’s Quarters appeared neat and orderly; compare to the rest of the craft. In the far corner of the room was a full sized bed, just big enough for the Smuggler to sprawl across. The bed was covered in comfortable linens; nothing too extravagant, but definitely not the scratchy, coarse sheets that adorned the rest of the ship’s bunks. There was a rather large chest that sat at the foot of the Captain’s bed; if anything screamed pirate, it was that. Next to the bed was a small wooden nightstand with a latched drawer and a nice lamp that rested on top. The center of the large room seemed vast; undecorated with any rugs or furniture. In the opposite corner of the bed was a large wooden Armoires, which seemed to be part of a matching set with the nightstand. Directly next to the Armoires was a jewel encrusted crown; hovering 6 inches above a repulser and surrounded by a brilliant blue forcefield. A desk; complete with chair, and a large chest of drawers rounded out the remaining furniture in the large room. All in all it seemed very sparse for a Smuggler who claimed to have such a large bank account.

”Well I’m glad ya left your home to do somethin’. Most of us leave the comforts of our homes and planets, simply to do nothin’; no wants or needs; no aim or direction. But ya; ya got somethin’” Bahati responded, oozing with so much sarcasm that she could drown a Nautolan.

The brazen thief flopped onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. How could you wander off into the galaxy without any ambition? Bahati ponder. Ever since Bahati escaped Bromborda, she had known that she wanted to live the life of riches, freedom, and adventure. I mean how… Joy’s next question interrupted her train of thought. Bahati sat up with a look of disbelief blazing across her face.

”Really?! The Refresher room.” she responded, pointing to the small door in line with her bed. ”Where else are you suppose to get the education to match your station, your highness?” Bahati quipped. ”Okay. Let’s try a more direct question, since broader conversation starters don’t seem to work on you: Why are you headed to Tatooine? Usually people headed that way are either lookin’ for, or runnin’ from trouble.” she probed.

The curly haired woman lied back on her bed and closed her eyes. Things were amazingly peaceful in this room. The ticking pipes, warbling power sources, and incessant humming was notably absent in the captain’s quarters. Aside from the occasional shudder, it seemed down right pleasant; compared to the rest of the ship. A smile graced her lips, as she imagined what the final version of her ship would be like. Though her eyes were closed and her mind wandered, she listened for the young Twi’lek’s answer. The girl seemed so… mysterious, and Bahati didn’t like mysteries.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Immediately went to the most piratey thing available in sight; the chest. Which she would quietly to try to pry open and peer inside to quench her curosity. Though if Bahati showed any kind of displeasure of her stuff being touched, she'd drop the lid back closed. Which might ruin any kind of stealth she were attempting. Next, her eyes fell to the interesting looking crown. Which, very likely had an interesting story behind it. She'd touch it, but reconized there was a force field or repulsor field around it. Which would make touching less pleasant. She'd have to inquire about the whole crown thing later, when Bahati was being more pleasant.

Her head turned just enough to reply over her shoulder at the captains' snark statement, one lekku pushed up onto her shoulder from the turn. "Well, what did you want to do when you left your home? She quipped, turning the statement against Bahati before heading to the directed Refresher. Was it so suprising that she didn't know where it was? Otherwise she wouldn't of asked. The conversation continued through the door as Joy closed it behind her, the voices between them muffled by the temporary wall.

Broader conversation? Pft. "If you must know, I've already been approached by force wielding.. people, so I've already got options." She yelled through the door while undressing, pulling on her gentle pink coloured sleeping garments and then bundling her worn clothes together in a roll so she can carry it out to the pack that was deposited in the other room. As the door opened, she continued her sentence. "And if you must know, thats where I live. Where my dad lives. And I plan on joining the TEF so I can get some worldly experience before I go on learning awesome-" She dropped her clothes to raise her hands and wiggle them. "Mind power stuff". The bed suddenly bounced and likely disrupted Bahati's brief quiet when Joy sat on the furthest corner edge. "So this'll be like a sleepover... Then?" She hadn't had a sleepover before.

 

[Darkwasp]

Miss Fortune shuddered violently again; the lights fading for a split second, before returning to their normal state. The smuggler made no reaction; not a flinch, not a movement, not a twitch. She remained comfortably splayed across the bed, with her eyes closed, and her left forearm shielding her eyes from the light. She didn’t have many visitors onboard her ship. In fact; aside from that one cute Togruta that she had picked up on Zeltros, and summarily dumped off at the next jump point; Joy Carleec was the only one. Bahati smiled at the young Twi’lek’s response. It wasn’t the response in general – that was fairly bland – but the quickness in which the quip flew from Joy’s lips. If they spent anymore significant time together, the girl would be totally corrupted.

”What did I want to do when I left home? You mean, besides getting a good night’s sleep on my own ship?” Bahati replied quickly. ”I was born on a ship, I lived on a ship, and I’ve worked on a ship for most of my life. Aside from a ‘brief’ stent with a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa, ships have been my life. I’m livin’ my dream, Princess. I own my own ship; goin’ wherever the solar winds take me, and havin’ action and adventure at the tips of my fingers at all times.” she continued, wiggling her fingers in Joy’s direction. ”See? That wasn’t so hard.” She hollered through the closed door.

Bahati pondered the notion of Force Wielders approaching the young girl. Joy seemed like a perfectly normal little girl. She didn’t take the Twi’lek for a Forcey. In her experience Force Users were arrogant, self-righteous, nerf herders – like Shin’ra back on Christophis – who always had their own set of laws, which they bent and broke on a whim; fairly useless people, actually. Joy seemed rather… pleasant to be around. If anyone was going to make the girl into a complete ass, it was going to be her. There was a little, but significant difference between an arrogant ass, and an arrogant, self-righteous ass. Bahati was fairly positive that the galaxy would be a much better place with less of the latter.

”Really? You grew up on Tatooine?” Bahati questioned. Before her next words could leave her lips, the bed lurched upward. The cooper skinned thief’s arms flailed, as she struggled to retain her balance, and keep from being hurled onto the durosteel floor. Bahati’s hand shoot outward, grabbing whatever was in reach to stabilize her; that stabilizing device just happened to be Joy’s Lekku; her Tchun.

”Oh… um… sorry.” she responded, remembering her Twi’lek anatomy; another first for the brash smuggler, embarrassment. Her hands moved quickly from the girl, back to her own body. ”You should be more careful. You almost bounced me right out of the bed.” she followed up, in an obvious effort to cover up her awkwardness.

A Sleepover? Bahati had never been a girly girl. She had spent her time with her father, learning to fix and fly ships, shoot blasters, and play card games. She had never had a sleepover, and had never really been around anyone who really spoke about having one. It took her a few moments to respond. For the first time in a long time, she was at a loss for words. ”Um… I guess.” Bahati finally acknowledged.

”What exactly is the TEF?” Bahati asked, finally getting back around to her question that had been interrupted by Joy’s playful jump onto the bed.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Half a ship, maybe, she might've muttered in the Refresher earlier, in response to Bahati. But she kind of figured out during the Heist that she took offense when other people called her ship a hunk of bantha poodoo.

The girls head turned and lifted as she watched the ceiling for a moment, when the lights flickered again. Distracting her for a moment. Though her eyes squinted closed when the lights seemed to return in full strength, ending this short distraction. She avoided looking directly towards Bahati, since she was so unfavourably dressed and this wasn't the angle for it lest she begin blushing once more. Though before the conversation continued, she felt something grab her lekku and her head tilted with it, causing a wince and gnarl of her teeth. "Ow." She said slowly and purposely, wondering if she'd done that on purpose or not. Though it was kind of immediately following the bounce. Given how little she was, if Bahati had truely intended to fall off - accidentally or otherwise, Joy wouldn't of been far behind anyway.

This wasn't the first time she'd been grabbed aggressively, which was one of the reasons she was shielded from Tatooine a lot. Her father kind of got into a fight about that one. It just made her think about that, which made her feel far more nervious than otherwise. Almost as quickly as she was grabbed, she was released and her head swayed away to bring up her hands from the bed to coddle the place where she was grabbed. Eventually she muttered a reply. "S'alright.." A slight whiney tone, but she wasn't about to cry and seemed to hesitate resuming the conversation for a bit, when she was scalded about bouncing on the mattress. "Yeah, Tatooine." She eventually evaded slightly in tone, before smiling gently at the idea of having a friend to do girly-things with. Though this was Bahati, so the idea was perhaps skewed by optimism. "Turn around and I'll tell you." One hand twirled at the bed in demand, wiggling in place to get into a comfortable position while one hand continued to lay over her Tchun, intending to mess with her hair. Even if she couldn't do anything decent with it. She hadn't done anyone's hair before. Presuming Bahati even made a partial effort, Joy would go into a tangent, a little more excited now about talking about it.

"So the creepy force lady you met, told me to get some worldy experience with a big group. Like improving my skills or something. She recommended me to the TEF - Tatooine Expeditionary Force, since I like fixing things. I used to fix our moisture units. But they drive like, tanks and stuff. So it's pretty different."

 

[Darkwasp]

The exotic smuggler sat up and slowly turned her back to the young Twi’lek, eyeing the girl suspiciously the whole way. Bahati was thoroughly confused. She didn’t know if Joy was starting a game of hide-and-seek, or if this was some other strange kid’s game. With her back to the Twi’lek, she could feel the girl shifting and tugging at the wild locks of her curly mane. Though it didn’t seem outright dangerous, she was skeptical of someone else messing with her hair. She liked her hair, and she didn’t want to have to cut it because someone tied it into a tangled knot. Biting her tongue, she allowed Joy to fiddle with her hair as she explained her past.

”Hmm.. Never heard of them.” Bahati admitted, regarding the Tatooine Expeditionary Force. ”What do they do… other than wander around Tatooine? That much, I can assume from the name. I assumed you took the suggestion from ‘the creepy Force lady’ because you wanted to be close to home. There are nearly unlimited possibilities for someone who’s good at fixin’ things. Heck I can use and extra pair of hands around here.” she responded, glancing about the ship, which caused her hair to be uncomfortably pulled. The thief immediately sat up straight again in order to prevent the sensation from reoccurring.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy lacked any means of cutting or styling Bahati's hair. It was more the idea of doing it than much else. Her fingers gently raked through her wavvy curls so she can do something with it. Maybe she could do some pigtails or something. Though it might look silly. No matter. It could be a good laugh for them to bond over. She began doing just that, using a bit of thread she cannibalized from the sheet to make it happen. Despite not having hair; she seemed oddly aware of it and did a good job not tieing it up in knots. She did her mothers hair now and then. The conversation continued easily enough.

"No?" She wondered about noone hearing about them. "Shame, because they help keep tusken raiders and other nasties from running amok." She explained simply. "Though, I'm not allowed on dangerous missions because of my age." She scoffed at that decision. "But yeah, pretty close to home.. What would you have me do? I don't think I'm familar with Ships, though.." She warned. Maybe Bahati could help correct that. She sat up on her knees and purposely put her lekku each over Bahati's shoulders and chin rested on her crown. "Looks good." She teased, reffering to the messy uneven pigtails she did on the woman. Joy seemed pretty unoriginal when it came to hairstyles.

 

[Darkwasp]

Well, now at least she understood why she had never heard of the TEF. They sounded like the local Tatooine police force; keeping the wild natives from overrunning or harassing the more civilized population of the planet. Bahati wasn’t necessarily a fan of desert worlds, and hadn’t spent a lot of her time on the uncomfortably inhospitable wasteland; only a few pit-stops and a couple of transactions. This made it highly unlikely that she’d ever met, or had to concern herself with, a member of the Force.

”I doubt it’s your age that they are concerned about. It’s probably your experience. Ya probably have a lot to offer in the way of fixin’ things, but they’d probably like ya to have more combat experience in order to deal with the Tuskens.” the smuggler consoled.

Bahati felt her hair lifted up and off of her shoulders. It was actually a particularly nice feeling. The back of her neck felt cool and less sweaty than normal. If she didn’t love her hair so much, she’d consider chopping it off in order to have the feeling more often. Suddenly there was unexpected weight on her shoulders, as Joy’s fleshy lekku drooped on each side. A sharp, pointy chin dug into the top of her head, as Joy spoke.

”I didn’t have a doubt that ya’d make me look good. Am I ready for a grand ball?” Bahato responded, trying not to move too much and mess up Joy’s work. ”As for ships; they’re relatively easy. If ya have a knack for fixn’ things, all I need to tell ya is the what, whys, and hows and ya’d be able to figure out the rest.” she continued, turning to look at the young Twi’lek.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy comparitively found that she was always cold; though her resistant alien skin was a bit better at dealing with it than some species, but she still noticed it. Keeping active tended to avoid any real shivering. So right now? She was cold. She slightly regretted the thin pajamas, but once she was wrapped up, she'd be okay. "Well they pointed out i was too young to enter combat service, which is where you're right, but they kept me away from weapons training until i'm eighteen, too." She pointed out politely, but Bahati had a point. She was just as likely to shoot herself as an ally if she just went right into it. Though she had used a blaster pistol a few times, a little more experienced with a rifle when shooting wamp rats, but that was about it. She didn't seem overly concerned about being blocked from dangerous stuff.

Joy shifted back away from Bahati when she turned around, causing her lekku to slide casually off Bahati back to the soft quilt with near soundless thuds. One of her legs pulled out from under her bum in a rocking motion to now sit cross-legged insted of on her legs - lest they fall asleep. "Maybe I should get more practice before you hit up any balls, grand or not." She admitted with a chuckle. "Need more practice.. Or more stuff to mess with your hair." She plucked at a bit that was a bit out of place, putting emphesis on its existance, since she missed tucking it in with the other two. "Well, if you want to teach me about ships, i'm eager to learn. And you don't have to keep the hairstyle." She smiled, trying to resist getting over-excited at the prospect of working on a ship.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati’s comely features shifted to that of shock and disbelief, as Joy went over the policies of the TEF. While it seemed semi-logical to keep the girl away from combat duty until she turned 18, it seemed wholly ineffective to utterly ignore weapons’ training until the same age. The smuggler shrugged. She was no military expert and she was sure that the Tatooine Excruciating Flatulence had their reasons. And Joy probably had her reasons for joining.

”Look, Princess, I’m sure they’ve got their reasons for keepin’ ya out of the action. It’s their rules. And if you’re goin’ to stay under their roof, you’ll have ta follow their rules. No sense in poutin’ about it. If ya don’t like it, ya can just walk away; though that might defeat the purpose of worldly experience.” she mumbled the last part, because it would make her sound way too responsible.

Bahati shifted to lie on her back once more. Her bleary eyes gazed at the hard metal ceiling of the room. She was supposed to be having some amazing dreams by now, but this sleep-over was keeping her from them. Why would they call it a sleep-over, if little to no sleeping was involved? She shifted her head slightly so that she could get a good look at the Twi’lek.

”I’ll tell ya what, Princess. We have four more days before we arrive at Tatooine. That’s enough time ta teach ya the basics of ship mechanics.” Bahati offered, closing her eyes to rest them for a bit.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy was likely getting a bit enamoured with this nickname 'princess' that had been given by Bahati, though she had no idea if it was a good nickname or a mocking one. Even still, she smiled. "Oh I don't mind, I'd rather stay away from incoming blaster bolts." She shrugged and adjusted her position on the bed when Bahati lay down once more. Giving the girl oppertunity to work out where she can lay without being too close; trying to simply find her own place to get comfortable. Maybe she'd lay at her feet at a right angle of the woman, who says you need to sleep in a particular direction? As she laid on her side in place, the conversation continued and was swiftly ended as Joy dived over onto her for a hug.

"Oh thank you! That's so amazing of you." She informed all excitable, before peeling off her a little sheepishly. Bahati likely already knew she was cool and everything, since she tended to have a big head. Maybe she bounced onto the shaded female while her eyes were closed and thus was a bit suprising. "So we start first thing, right?" She sits back up, practically bouncing in place with eagerness for the upcoming days.

 

[Darkwasp]

There was a point where the smuggler almost drifted off to sleep. The ambient noise within the room began to fade, and the blissful darkness of oblivion crept upon her. It was a point in time that was drastically and suddenly interrupted by 100 pounds of Twi’lek bounding on top of her and squeezing her ribs. Bahati’s eyes widened in surprise, as she was yanked back from the gentle caress of slumber. It took a moment, but eventually the air that had been expeditiously evacuated from her lungs, was replaced with fresh air.

While she was pretty used to being called amazing, she wasn’t sure that she had ever heard the word in that particular combination. Bahati rarely did things to be nice, and that was what Joy was insinuating with that combination of words. Ugh! She’d have to get this girl to Tatooine quickly. Apparently the little twerp was beginning to rub off on her, and she had a reputation to uphold. Bahati sighed deeply and closed her eyes once more.

”We’ll start first thing when I wake up.” Bahati’s eyes popped open, and her index finger shot out in Joy’s direction. ”That’s when I wake up. Not when ya wake me up. If ya wake me up in the mornin’, I’ll shoot ya out of an airlock. Ya got me, Princess?” she commanded, trying to reinforce her bad-girl attitude.

With that the brash thief folded her arms across her chest and closed her eyes once more. She sneakily opened one eye, and peaked over in Joy’s direction. She wanted to be harsh, but she didn’t want to hurt the kid’s feelings too badly. Her eye snapped shut, and she made a failed attempt to roll over on her side. Her new hairdo prevented such an action from being able to be successfully accomplished. Instead, she turned back to her back, and focused on the hushed drone of the ship. It was a sound that had lulled her to sleep on many occasions.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Perhaps Joy was a little excitable, jumping on top of Bahati and such. "<i>Roger, that. Captain.</i>" She might've saluted. But you will never know, since Bahati had her eyes closed and in retrospect it was a pretty lame thing to do. She was still sitting up when Bahati finally opened her eyes, causing her to straighten up when pointed at. "Yessir-- Ma'am.." The girl smiled and moved to the womans feet and laid out horizontally, lifting the sheets to snuggle under. Though it would otherwise be a quiet night and she was pretty well behaved when sleeping; occasionally she'd get up to use the restroom, before returning to her spot. Despite being excited, she kind of dropped out like a rock.

Of course, her youthful age granted her certain special abilities; such as getting up early and without needing much more than something to eat and drink. And finding something to stave off boredom. She wasn't about to wake up the Captain, lest she do what she threatened. So exploring was the name of the game. Searching for a Kitchen. Or a games room. Or a turret she can shoot at passing rocks. Or something.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati’s arms reached high above her head, her tiny tank-top riding high and exposing her lower ribs. Her bare toes curled, their multitude of pops matching the hardy snaps of her vertebrae as the smuggler stretched. The rush of blood once again freely flowing through her dormant muscles was invigorating. She released a thunderous roar of a yawn and sat up in her small full sized bed. She immediately looked to the vacant spot, where Joy once laid. Her head craned to view the Refresher door panel to see if the locked light was active, but it was not. Bahati shrugged. She hoped that the young Twi’lek hadn’t fallen through a missing panel somewhere. There were still quite a few places that she had began fixing up, but had to stop due to missing parts or sudden work; spots that she knew to look out for, but hadn’t expected there to be many guests onboard.

Bahati hopped into the Refresher, quickly washing up, brushing her teeth, and throwing on her Smuggler’s outfit. She tossed her comfy night clothes into a hamper to the side, and bound back into the Captain’s Quarters. Joy still hadn’t returned. She wondered what the little Princess had gotten herself into, but she didn’t wonder long. Bahati was a solitary creature, and was at her happiest when it was her and her ship. The caramel skinned beauty simply recovered a toolbox hidden in the chest at the foot of her bed and headed our; whistling a happy tune. She paused momentarily, pondering if she should go look for Joy. Nah, the girl would show up sooner or later. As she travelled down the dark spooky halls, her stomach made a loud complaining sound. It looked like she’d need to make a slight detour before getting to work, so the brash thief made her way to the ships kitchen. She’d probably grab herself a piece of jerky or something. She wasn’t much of a cook, and she usually only got hardy meals from restaurants and cantinas when she went ashore.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joy had managed to find a few examples of exposed engineering and faults, but she was fairly aware of her surroundings. Especially since the ship had the ungodly ability to scare the pants off her so often. Though they were big hazards, she tended to just move around them carefully in order to continue exploring. After a while it felt like she was going in circles, before finding something that resembled a kitchen. Oh. Hey. Food and drink sounded great. She entered the smooth floored food preparation area, exploring each drawer, fridge and door for stuff to use. She could tell Bahati tended not to cook, because it was pretty minimalist. And the stuff that was there could be considered expired. She began rummaging through said foodstuffs in an attempt to throw something meaningful together for food. Well. They were going to be in flight to Tatooine for a while, maybe she could nudge Bahati to stop off somewhere before it and get some supplies...

Eventually she had eliminated what had gone bad and subsequently binned it, going through what was left with a big bowl. Something that resembles tuna in smell. In the pot. Something that is like a pita bread? On a pan, cut it open. she could use that as the filler. Sauce. Cheese. Some tinned vegetable that may or may not be poisonious... She binned it. She put the bowl in the cooker and eventually put the bread in too. It didn't take long, since the ingredients were already cooked and just needed heating, really. It was more of a brunch style meal than breakfast. And she'd done enough for seconds. Just about the same time that she heard whistling echo through the corridors, the strong smell of her cooking would begin to drift through the ship. Skillfully using a mitten, she began to stuff the bread with the creation before plating it up.

She was still in her PJs, so being cold was a thing right now. So in an effort to keep warm, she pressed a palm onto the counter and pushed off to bring her rump onto the surface. Using the kitchen for warmth. She may've knocked off a jar of something, too.. Who cares. Mmm. Breakfast.

 

[Darkwasp]

As Bahati approached the ship’s kitchen, a flavorful aroma wafted down the hall; filling her nostrils with a symphony of exotic spices and rich meats. The beautiful smuggler inhaled deeply; her gut verbally complaining about the pointed tease. There was a notable increase in her speed, as she hurried to the galley. She quickly scanned the kitchen for the source of the delicious smell; making a beeline for dish, without much acknowledgement to the chef.

Bahati quickly scooped some of the concoction into another dish, and began shoveling it into her mouth. The meal definitely met the high expectation that its scent had set. She may have mumbled something, but it was lost in the loud chewing sounds and audible grunts of contentment. Her attention was solely focused on the food on her plate. Her eyes did not once glance upward, to observe the environment around her. Once the last bit of the meal had been shoved into her mouth, Bahati sat in a nearby chair and sighed.

”Thanks, Kid.” she said, glancing about the kitchen.

Her eyes settle on an empty jar that had a distinctive red label affixed to it. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. Her hand pointed frantically at the jar, but the words just wouldn’t come out. She stood with a dejected look on her face. Bahati scooped up the empty jar in her hand, like a mother cradling her delicate newborn.

”My Calaranrum. I was saving this for a special occasion.” she finally eked out.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Felt so much warmer up here, than down on the cold metal floor. Her feet kicked the air idly as she destroyed the food on the plate until she was done; right around the time that Bahati entered the room. Joy had considered eating what was left on the plate to fill her belly; however her captain was very efficient at nabbing up the breakfast before she could. "Sorry, I had to use what was left of what was edible. So we'll likely have to stop off and get supplies unless you have some kind of ration somewhere." She pointed out, though it was like speaking to a brick wall. It may've been around this time that she noticed just how primal Bahati's manners were. Maybe she could be trained and she wasn't lost? Blegh. Who ever does that!? She turned her head to stop watching her eat.

The slump in the chair alerted her to Bahati finally finishing? The voice confirmed it, which allowed her to lift one knee as she spun on the counter to face the captain. "Welcome~" She smiled in a sing-song voice - unable to see the Jar she had focused on. While Bahati sprawled on the floor cradling whatever it was, Joy had to lean over the counter to see what she was doing. "Oh.. What is it? I guess I knocked it off. Sorry?"