One Bumpy Ride

[Darkwasp]

”Whaa?” Bahati said, as she sprang from her seat.

Did Joy really just say that she had to use what was left? The buxom smuggler quickly ravaged through her cabinets and drawers, taking inventory of what remained. That food was supposed to last her for the next month or so, and the Princess had used it up in a single meal.

”This is a freighter in deep space, kid, not some bus. We can’t just stop and pick up groceries. We have to pull out of Hyperspace, calculate where we are, find the nearest civilized planet, calculate a new route there, and then recalculate our route to Tatooine from there.” Bahati chastised.

Bahati slumped back into her chair; thoroughly defeated. At the mention of reserves, she perked up. Her right index finger shot up into the air and she sprinted to a small cupboard off to the side of the kitchen. She pulled out a glass jar, filled with long dried strips of meat.

”Bantha Jerky.” she said, happily pointing to the jar’s contents.

She made a motion to put the jar next to Joy, but upon seeing the remains of her Calaranrum lying on the floor, she decided against it. She cradled the jar in her arms and shielded it from the young Twi’lek with her body. Quickly moving the jar back to where she got it, she critically eyed Joy.

”Maybe ya should just ask when ya want some.” she suggested.

 

[Joy Carleec]

The girl dropped back from looking over the counter - lest the two heads collide when Bahati sprung quickly to her feet; causing Joy's head then to tilt at Bahati's paniced reaction and all the speedy-searching. "Didn't you get some supplies from the planet we were on..? You know a bunch of stuff filling your cupboards was bad. Right?" She pointed out at the nearly-full bin in the kitchen. It could still be salvaged if the captain was insistant. Though Joy wasn't really keen on eating bad food. To the explaination of navigation, however. She shrugged. "Can't be that bad. People must do it all the time." When the woman slumped; Joy took it as a sign for her own rump to desire occupation on a neighbouring chair, however she quickly had to bolt forward out of the way of the boisterous Captain when another speedy lunge took place. "Bantha Jerky." She repeated in an unconvinced tone. "Maybe if i'm desperate."

With energy, she quickly leapt back up to her feet and moved forward to poke and tug at the commanding officer. "Anyhow, you said you'd show me how to fix stuff! First thing. Remember? I didn't wake you up. So no airlock duty." She remembered accurately. Without giving chance to be responded to, Joy had already darted out of the room - careful not to hurt herself on any open floor panels like before. "Cooome ooon" Her voice echoed in a groan.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati face contorted into a frown at the young Twi’lek’s insinuation that not only was she under prepared but didn’t know how to navigate. She still couldn’t believe that Joy had wiped out a month’s worth of rations in one meal. Sure, it may have been a pretty good damn meal. But this was a smuggler’s ship, not some 5-star restaurant. She’d have to by 5 times her normal rations in order to survive the short trip to Tatooine with the ‘little Princess’ over there cooking. Perhaps the TEF would teach the kid the value of credits.

”Ya know, Princess. Everythin’ in life costs somethin’. That food woulda lasted me a month. Now I gotta go by more food and at least twice as much. The more money that goes into our bellies, the less credits that are goin’ into fixin’ my baby.” Bahati finally spoke up, pointing to one of the grubby walls of the ship. ”Same goes for goin’ outta our way. Refuelin’ the ship, port fees, and any other niceties cost us credits. Credits that I’m pretty sure ya don’t have, Kid.”

Bahati sighed deeply at the promise that she had made Joy. Maybe if she let Joy accidentally find one of the broken airlocks, it wouldn’t be her fault, and she wouldn’t have broken her promise. Besides, it was a pledge made under severe lack of sleep, so she wasn’t in a lucid state of mind. It was also before the kid ruined her food, for the sake of one meal. Any judge and jury would find sympathy in that.

”Fine. Come on.” she began, making her way out of the galley. ”But no more whinin’ Kid. Ya hear? That’s the fastest way you’ll find yourself outta one of these airlocks.” she amended, pointing a stern finger at Joy.

 

[Joy Carleec]

Joi glanced back at the disposal before leaving the hallway of the kitchen. If Bahati wanted to recover some of the food, it still hadn't been emptied. Though it was the 'past the date' stuff. Hm. Maybe she did go a bit far, since Bahati scalded her. Though the woman seemed to scald her for anything and everything. She just wanted to show off her talents and be useful! Damn her interior monologue. Making her feel bad. Her expression changed to reflect the thoughts in her mind, switching from something resembling sad to lopsided and a slight frown. Not unlike Bahati's inner conversation she'd observed when she first met her in the briefing.

She cleared her throat, turning to face the Captain when she began to lecture her. "Yeah - I'm sorry." She answered swiftly at the rebuke, both hands holding one lekku and sliding along it like kneading hair in a nervious manner - maybe it will help make her look extra sorry? Then she looked at the grubby wall thoughtfully when Bahati seemed to indicate to it. "But uh. Hey. You have me now? An assistant. Maybe we can get her fixed cheaper." Though she did mumble something with a slight pout. "I have credits.." Though it was nothing special in quantity... She likely didn't really understand the costs involved on a ship, not to mention not possess it. She'd have to ask these annoying questions when the topic was brought up under better light.

As she watched Bahati walk by to begin teaching her how to fix stuff on ships, her fingers zipped across her lips with a slight smile at the threat as she released her headtail completely, letting it remain over her shoulder and body. And then nodding to the stern finger wagging the Captain had given her while passing by. She couldn't help give a suppressed smirk, before eagerly bounding behind the woman, each footfall thumping on the metal deck popping up either side of her with excited movements that resembled an attempt to pass her in the narrow corridor - but she never did, likely because she was just being annoying or over-excited over the day ahead. Joi began to wonder what was first? Weapons? Shields? Hyperdirve?! Making an AI!?!?! Oh the possibilities!

That train of thought was quickly rubbed out when her foot caught a large power cable as thick as her leg, which caused her to trip on it and faceplant into Bahati's body. Instinctively she grabbed for whatever could keep her from falling - which would be Bahati. Her hands found hold on the womans belt, to keep her from falling over completely.

Maybe she'll focus on fixing the ship insted of that stuff, y'know. Keep things simple. Joi would correct her stance carefully before smiling up innocently.