Shopping Without Paying

[Viabuck]

"We really need our own base.."

These were the words spoken of an idea born of necessity and an insurmountable desire to not take up residence on a desert world any longer. While Korriban may have been there home in the past months, it was at long last time, at least in one giant's mind that things change. They were -true- Sith now. No longer just Acolyte's trying to prove their worth. He was one of the heroes of the Winter War. Together they had taken apart a religious group that threatened the integrity of the Empire. Beasts born of Sith Alchemy had fallen to their combined efforts and more recently, the galaxy had seen in a broadcast that would lead to the duo being hailed as defenders of the people by loyalists and hated by those that thought to undermine the Empire.

If they didn't deserve a place to call their own, then who really did?

"Set a course for the nearest space station... I'm tired of this loner, we're going to have to get something nicer." he suggested, leaning back in his seat, folding his arms back behind his head, letting out a rather loud yawn, his jaw dropping as he exhaled a deep breath, seemingly growing exhausted just from the sheer amount of time that they had needed to spend in flight aboard the Imperial transport ship. Trips and sitting still in such a confined space.. They just weren't particularly kind to him.

As they would near their destination, likely after having to correct Lillieth multiple times regarding setting coordinates and things of that nature, simply for the sake of not ending up lost out in deep space, he would begin to ponder over exactly what they would need in a vessel, eventually deciding that perhaps a brainstorming session was necessary before they put the hastily developed plan into action. If they were both on the same page, it was far more likely that they would be able to identify and acquire their vessel without much confusion or debate.

"I'm thinking a yacht to be honest.. We need to find someone rich or some organization and go from there.. I want a place we can actually live between missions instead of continuously going back to Korriban.. Preferably something with a nice sized kitchen and some creature comforts.." he casually suggested, paying a brief glance over to his pilot and closest... person. He wasn't sure what he wanted to call her anymore and in truth he wasn't even thinking about that at the moment, he had his own motives that needed tending to during this operation.

His mother had been staying in a relatively small apartment for far too long and been on a strictly imperial controlled world for longer than he would have liked. With Sith constantly being around the woman, he admittedly feared what her temper would eventually lead to knowing full and well that his name didn't carry enough weight to protect her if worst came to worst.. That was why this needed to happen. They needed some kind of ship that could effectively house everyone in their little group from themselves to his mother to their Acolytes and that was what he planned to get in the -very- near future.

Pausing for a moment and thinking over everything that was being discussed, he shot the red head a smirk, his lips pulling back a bit to show his teeth as he grinned. "Unless you want to ask your daddy to buy us one that is.. I know how much you enjoy getting what you want and I think he'd be -delighted- to see you bring me home with you and see the crowd you run with now." he joked, momentarily considering the horror that would run through the minds of most people. He had only met one girls parents before that and to no surprise, just as he had many, -many- times before in his life, he had left that situation with a blaster burn fired by an angry Twi'lek... That of course was another story for another time.

 

[Asinine Soup]

"We really need our own base.." he says.

Lillieth shrugs a light shoulder, fingertips possessing crafting the Empire-borrowed craft for the umpteenth time in her career. She didn't mind it, despite its clunky glory and factory-set specs. As long as they didn't off and fly into a black hole, she'd be okay with whatever she could get her hands on. After being told to set a course, she does so without word, not really in that talkative mood. She was actually fairly sleepy. Back-to-back missions and jobs with little time to actually rest?...She hadn't completed licking her wounds before another request popped up on her datapad.

"A yacht, hm?..." Lillieth says passively, almost skeptically. She attributed Jorath's demands being bigger than his eyes...and his credits account. She simply scoffs lightly before continuing, avoiding the lengthy conversation of how much they couldn't afford that. And then it hit her. He wasn't talking about buying one, he was talking about stealing one. While she wasn't entirely against the idea, the initial response she wore upon her face may have slightly painted her disdain of the idea.
And then the grin. Lillieth lifts an eyebrow, peering over and double-taking as she has that 'what's so funny' gleam in her eye, face devoid of entertainment.

Ah. Daddy. Last she even saw him, let alone spoke, was to let him know she stole his prize, some credits, and a one-way ticket to Korriban all expenses paid by the Sunsinger Family. She sighs lightly, not even wanting to entertain the idea.
"I doubt I'm his favorite daughter right about now..." she starts, pouting a lip as though actually hurt by the idea, guilty conscience, "but then again, I suppose I am due a visit: it's worth a try. Strap up, the route we take'll take a day or two."
She plucks in a hyperspace route, her home's sector on the outer rim. The military's standard ration paste didn't really sound all that good to her...so maybe a long trip of meditation and sleep will do all the same.

As the stars of distant galaxies spot and begin to slant the galactic horizon and the cockpit lights up to a vibrant blue and white, hyperspace drive humming to life, the ship pierces time-space and the auto-pilot takes control.

"We'll need to talk about my daddy before we land...so wake me within an hour of arrival if I'm not up, please?" She stands without waiting for an answer, rather relaxed clothing on suitable for meditation and training - a black-on-black tunic - with a slight yawn, Lillieth outreaches a hand and slides it along Jorath's shoulder as though physically stating, "Goodnight". With that, she would be off into one of the only holds on the ship transport; what a crappy piece of durasteel junk it was. Maybe Jor was right. Maybe it was time for an upgrade. Hopefully daddy would be okay with it...

...hopefully he won't hate me forever.

 

[Viabuck]

Taking note of Lillieth's slightly less talkative than normal nature, for a moment, he was almost concerned that they wouldn't be going at all to acquire their ship. It almost seemed as if for a moment she was against the idea of acquiring a 'free' one and then when the talk of her father was brought up, she seemed even more detached from the idea right up until she wasn't. Well this had certainly taken an interesting change of pace. He had gone from making a legitimate request to board a space station and taking whatever ship they wanted from going and meeting one of the two people responsible for his partners existence.. That could be either a good or a bad thing.

Watching the red haired girl raise from her seat and feeling her hand tracing over his shoulders, an eyebrow would be quirked at the notion that there was an actual talk that needed to be had before encountering her father. Well that was... almost kind of odd actually. What kind of weird quirk did her family possess that a warning was actually needed before encountering them? Of course considering some of the things she did.. He could kind of see the merit. There was no telling what kind of eccentric rich culture he was walking into.

Watching her depart, Jorath rose from his own seat continuing his trend of wearing all black, he would move toward the cargo hold of the ship, finding it sufficiently dark to take a little bit of time to meditate, a habit he had picked up in an effort to move away from the seemingly endless rage that he had begun to experience roiling within himself. Of course by habit, he had only been doing it a remarkably short time, ever since Lillieth had calmed him with some kind of mind trick or whatever.. He had never asked. In any case, he found that a change in his demeanor went a long way in his dealings with others and it would be best to go in with a clear head, acting more like a person than someones nightmare.

Continuing this for hours before eventually opting to get a meal consisting of some prepacked nutrient bars which in truth tasted disgusting but not enough so to deter him from devouring them. Taking notice of the ships navigation system, it was at this point he would make his way back to where his partner had been sleeping for a number of hours, entering the hold where the girl would be sleeping, pausing and looking at her for a moment.

How best to wake her.. There were so many options and yet even he had to admit some were a bit meaner than they should have been. Considering her demeanor prior to that moment however, he would go with something a bit kinder in nature, sitting at the edge of her bed and placing a hand on her shoulder. Giving her a gentle little shake (even by normal person standards), he attempted to wake her while leaning in a bit so he could speak quietly and still be heard.

"Wake up.. We're not that far off now.."

 

[Asinine Soup]

Spoiler: Silverware and cutlery...

"Lily, dear - we don't use our electronics at the dinner table. Please."
"Daddy, don't be-" She's interrupted with a glare of askance upon her face.
"Lillieth. Please. Not tonight," the man's voice heightened, emotion - be it anger or suppressed pain or both - dripping from the words.
"But dad! Mei's dad lets her--"
"Lillieth!" his voice booms, bass taking no quarter as the tension in the room indicated it wasn't the act that labeled his disdain, rather the build-up before it.

A young, pre-adolescent, bright-eyed, red-headed little girl sits at the table, words lost to her as a mixture of fear and disappointment radiate about her essence. Slowly, an anger builds within her features.
"You're so unfair, I hate you!" She swings a hand wildly, and without it touching a single item on the table, the fixtures, plates, food, silverware - everything on her side of the lengthy table - flies across the room, the Force being its nemesis.

Through gritted teeth, the growing girl stamps off to her room, more privileged than she cared to notice. A troubled man aged with stress and depression runs his fingers through his jettison hair...sadly eyeing his dinner, now ruined by the transgressions that appeared for dinner. The distant sound of a handful of a teenage Force Sensitive slamming her bedroom door can be heard.

---

Lillieth jolts awake at the gentle touch of Jorath's awakening. "Hnn?..." she seemed less than coherent, but slowly begins to stir, a double image of her hulking partner merging to form one.
"Oh...he-" A yawn cuts her off. She lightly stretches before rising off the bundle of folded clothes that had become her pillow..."...hey."

"Wake up.. We're not that far off now.."

"Oh...oh. Okay." She slowly sits up to get one last stretch in, folding her legs meditation style as she eventually gets around to peering up at Jorath. She gives him a soft smile and a hum.

Gathering herself, she would make her way to the traveling consoles and beeping, blaring, twinkling bullshit that mimiced the stars they raced and soared by in lightspeed.
"So...my daddy..." she starts, peering around her shoulder in her swivel chair to take a peek at the man,"...is a broken man. He's strong physically, and protective of what's his - me - but he's not all there. Ever since my mother died, he changed. We both did, but I was hardly old enough to understand what was happening." Lillieth pauses before turning back to the console. "So try to keep your cool. I really don't want to hurt him anymore, as hard as that is to believe. We'll ask for the money, we'll get some credits, we'll possibly spend the night...and we'll buy something nice off-planet. Can we try to stay out of trouble?"

She asks this with a sincere expression, canting her head slightly as the ship beeps...the lights of light-speed travel churning to nothingness as the small planet of Falang Minor appears in the blastshield.
The planet glows beautifully with its age, a not-too-well-known glowing sphere in the outer rim. It was home.

She slowly peers toward it, and her face near-instantly softens, though her jawline stiffens. She was battling with an emotion that she clearly didn't care to verbally express.
She brings it on in.

 

[Viabuck]

Patiently watching as Lillieth came to, returning to reality and getting her barings back about her, when she rose up onto her feet, he would do the same, leaning back against the wall, continuing to wait for the red head to move out of the hold and back to the console. Ducking his head on the way out, he would curse the low ceilings of their current vessels doorway, eager to get into something that actually had room for him to move about. The Clone Wars had been over a thousand years prior, why did the Imperial Army still carry the belief that everyone was the same size? What was this? A ship for clones?.. Stupid Imperial Engineering..

All the same, he wouldn't dwell on that thought long, instead opting to follow along after the pilot of their vessel, rolling back his shoulders as he did so. Pausing at the entrance of the cockpit, he would resume his leaning against the nearest wall, his eyes drifting about lazily, taking in the flashing lights which were transpiring outside of the vessel occasionally paying a quick glance in the direction of the controls, the thought that he would one day have to learn to pilot a ship effectively crossing his mind. Not knowing how to fly was something that he could see becoming an issue at some point in the future... One that he would like to head off if at all possible... And just like that, he would be pulled away from his drifting thoughts back to the situation at hand.

Listening to the explanation of what exactly they would be going into, he quietly nodded his head affirmatively, deciding to try and put his partner at ease a bit. He didn't really want the idea that he might strangle her father to be a concern she carried with her.

"I spent the time you were sleeping meditating.. I've already begun surpressing a lot of my hostility in advance. I couldn't shake the feeling that punching out your father for any reason might be the end of us.." he replied, his voice sounding relatively sincere right up until the end when a hint of humor slipped into it. Making his way over next to her chair and leaning against the back of it, he would lean in overtop of her, peering out of the front of the ship, a hint of curiosity forming upon his face.

"So this is where you grew up?... Looks nice.." he would comment, continuing his efforts to keep both his partner and himself at ease, keeping conversation light for the time being as he reached to a hook and withdrew his old red duster, deciding to dawn it on this occasion if only to tuck his lightsaber away inside of it rather than wearing it in plain sight upon his belt. With the ship moving toward the surface, he figured it would be best to let the female take the lead in this instance given that she already seemed to have a plan though he did have one question to ask.

".. So am I just your friend, Jorath or am I, 'Jorath, the Sith I've been working with and going on insanely dangerous missions with.' or.. You know what I should probably just not say anything."

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth honestly remained silent throughout most of Jorath's reassuring, granting him a short-lived but genuine smile for his efforts. As he continues on, she would eventually blink up with a smirk; their craft zoomed in on the planet in a direction that was considered cardinally upside-down, but in actually, they were headed straight for the northern hemisphere as far as the local geography goes.
"Jor," she chimes," you talk too much." The irony was what made her sarcastic statement giggle-worthy, so she rewards herself with such.

Lots of farm-land passes beneath the ship, but past a valley and atop a single mountain with a wisp of cloud reveals a very modern city. It's central building scraped the edges of the atmosphere, and the buildings of commerce, trade, and government surrounding it labeled it a city worthy of its place in such a technologically advanced - however stagnant - Galaxy.
There was no airtraffic control, and it seemed Lillieth piloted the ship to simply evade the central spacedock; along the outskirts of the rather vast city that Lillieth knew so well was an estate etched into a mountainside. Its glass reflected the distant sun brilliantly and it soon revealed itself to have a personal landing bay. Seems this was the place, and as Lillieth's eyes remained widened slightly, one could likely confirm that this was the locale the little girl spent most of her life trapped within. With a hiss and croak, the Emperical spacecraft is reigned unto the diameter of the craft, two other vehicles capable of inter-galactic flight already present upon the property. One with good eyes would likely see the silhouette of a broad-shouldered man rise from a seat overlooking his home behind a sheet of glass - long and semi-elliptical.

With a sigh, Lillieth pours, "We're here."

By the time the landing craft parks, a gust of wind emits from the machine, sending an approaching man's immaculate clothing snapping and wavering about every which way. He approaches the parked aircraft in time with the dropping of its hanger bay door, and as Lillieth's fingertip rises from having pressed the button to do so, she seemed...more than just nervous - she appeared guilty and anxious, nowhere near herself.
"Let's get this over with."

"Li-...Lily?" the man's deep, booming bass of a voice resonates, his stature much larger than one would figure from seeing at heights within the ship - his girth, bulk, and height rivaled Jorath's own!...A reticent behavior and a love for his daughter rendered this ex-warrior-turned-diplomat soft, in ways, and his hesitation to come to terms that his daughter had returned was one such clue.
"H-...hey...Daddy. It's been a--" Lillieth is ultimately cut-off by the massive man croaking forward and scooping his one and only daughter into his arms, forcing her into an embrace...tears soaking his slightly graying beard.

Hesitant, Lillieth releases herself to her emotion, too, a soft sob escaping her throat as she wraps her arms around her father's center. "Daddy." she lets loose, a mixture of happiness, relief, and regret all riddled within her tone as the two stand there in warm rendezvous.
"I missed you...so...so much, my child - it warms my heart that you're safe," he bellows, a sigh of his soul coming to relief escaping with his final word of his confession.
"I'm sorry, daddy...I'm so, so sorry." She couldn't even find anything else to say. She thought she would be turned around. She thought her only family would deny her entry to the only home she knew. She thought her father would never want to speak to her again. And here they were, happily within one another's embrace. And for a moment, everything was going to be just fine.

---

Lillieth lifts an eyebrow as she's seen carrying her dufflebag off the ramp of the ship, her father having seemed to approach Jorath and begin small-talk with him. He hadn't even looked at him before the small catch-up session had begun, both Sunsingers having neglected to even remember his presence. This thought sends a tinge of guild within Lillieth's gut, but...she felt he would understand.
"And to think that my little girl went off and found a capable young man to accompany her," she would hear him continue, and as she rolls her eyes subtly, she stops a ways away from the pair to avoid interrupting.
"You remind me of me at your age, my boy - what do they call you?" he bellows, actually looking down upon Jorath as he spoke! Perhaps that was a detail Lillieth forgot to mention - her dad was larger than life in more ways than one. His eyes were soft, though...they had seen much stress, but now? They seemed to radiate happiness, especially as they trail over and pique his daughter in the background. He sheds a smile and reaches out, seeming to protest kindly to her carrying her baggage.

All the while, Lillieth's old man seemed to be wondering to what pleasure he owed a visit from his daughter. There would be plenty of catching up, for he had been worried sick for a year and a half now, standard time.
The trio, during their conversations and interactions, would be guided inside.

 

[Viabuck]

He talked too much? Funny how that worked.. Maybe his attempts to calm himself really did make him a different person, just as he theorized and yet there wouldn't be any time to ponder it, they had apparently begun their descent and it wouldn't be long until the meeting. Taking a seat in the passenger seat, peering out through the blast shield, he would watch the landscape passing under the ship, a certain degree of nervousness building up within the pit of his stomach. Ordinarily the teenager didn't give much thought or concern for his ability to behave and yet this, based simply on how his partner was behaving seemed to give the entire situation a bit more weight than he had given it when he first suggested that they come hit her father up for credits.

Why had she agreed? This was going to be so awkward.. So painfully awkward.

With their vessel touching down, he would make his way toward the exit, taking his place along the wall and waiting for the girl with whom he traveled to take the lead, following her off of the ship, immediately catching sight of a large male as the door lowered. Instinctively standing further upright and huffing up a bit, if only to make himself appear larger, the teenager was admittedly finding himself in yet another situation very similar to the one he had found himself in during his encounter with the Gungan in Bar Bar Drinks and with the Wookie on Kashyyyk. There was something larger than him and even if it appeared to be older and dressed like a non-combatant, the baser parts of Jorath's mind identified it as a threat if only because it was bigger than him. He would have to figure out who it wa-...

'Lily? Daddy?... That's..'

His thoughts raced through his mind almost faster than he was capable of processing them, the idea that the female whom he had traveled with for months had apparently been spawned by a giant who not only rivaled but surpassed him in size. This was need to know information. Why hadn't he been informed of this? Emotionally unstable fathers he could handle with ease, he could intimidate them enough that natural will to live overwhelmed any hostilities that may have been felt toward him. This guy? This guy was huge.. This guy was crying.

Okay this guy was no warrior.. At least not anymore, even if he may have been in the past, there was no threat to be registered at the present moment. With the two Sunsingers embracing, he would simply stand there awkwardly, glancing around, his eyes shifting from the pair onto the ground and then off into the distance. What was he supposed to do in these kinds of situations? Was there really a correct answer? Were situations like this even really supposed to happen? Maybe he should just quietly inch away and go back to the ship.. No that would be rude and he was -trying- to be on his very best behavior.

Oh.. Oh dear dark side no. Why was Lillieth going back onto the ship? This wasn't good.

'Don't leave me here alone..' Jorath would mentally implore if only to himself, not feeling the need to push the thought as he had in the past to Lillieth. With the girl's rather large father approaching him, a number of combined feelings of awkwardness and a desire to leave a good impression set in and it had put him slightly on edge. Continuing to trade words with the rather large older man, he would keep his answers short and respectful, purposely avoiding any talk of being a hired thug for criminals on Tattooine, being from Tattooine, being raised by a single mother on Tattooine, and then there was the little matter of being a Sith which he would conviniently skirt around. He wasn't sure how much information wouild be too much after all.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir. Baylor. Jorath Baylor." he would reply, offering a hand forward for a quick shake, putting on his best smile if only for a moment before taking in the fact that Lillieth was in fact back and carrying a bag. Noticing the older man attempting to acquire said luggage, he saw an opportunity and seized it. "No, no. I've got it." he would insist, moving over to his partner and taking up her bag along with his own which sat at the exit to the ship, carrying them both on a single arm, seemingly unencumbered by the weight.

With Lillieth back in the picture, he settled back into his silence, allowing the father and daughter duo to catch up, momentarily considering how well the old man could take a dropkick in a worst case scenario and then quickly realizing that he was going to need to meditate quite a bit during the duration of this trip. Being ushered along inside, he would continue his efforts to make a solid first impression, making sure to take in the sights, appearing intrigued before commenting, "Very nice.. I honestly didn't expect anything less from how Lil' described it."

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth's baggage is intercepted by Jorath, and with a grin and a nod, she accepts the aid. "Thank you," her eyes swivel to her father up above as she shrugs a shoulder, joining his side as all three enter the immaculate abode. Her light voice echoes within its halls, marble floor sending an orchestra of sound bouncing along all the walls and decor within as the three seem to be heading toward a small study. As talk of nothing but a watered-down version of Lillieth's travels and occurrences commence, topics such as 'how did you two meet?' come abut.

Lillieth's pace slightly slows as she thinks of a way to explain. "Well...we, um...we both work for the Imperium now, daddy - he's my partner, but we met on Korriban during our training." Keeping him out of the loop seemed to make Lillieth and Jorath's experiences on the Sith planet, as well as their dealings with the Sith's dirty-work just seem like a normal desk-job, or a government contracted service. He seemed pleased that she'd done something with her talents, the proud father, but the concern was overwhelming from his aura.
It didn't take a Force Sensitive to hear it in his voice, either, despite the boom its bass emitted.
"Well...I'm gladdened that you've remained well, child - so how will your partner here fare on his own now that you're home?"

Lillieth stops in the middle of the doorway to the study, within an office-like room holding a collection of holobooks and manuscripts, as well as contracts sprawled over his rather messy - however organized - desk. Grayed light spills in through the windows, the planet cloudy within this region roughly all the time; perhaps there was a deeper meaning to their namesake than initially thought?
"Daddy...I'm not staying." the girl says with a grin of disbelief on her lips and an exasperated sound of near-surprise; she says it in an 'I thought you knew' tone. Of course, an old man could only hope as his optics rise from his daughter toward his office, jaw tightening as he enters, no longer displaying a warming position.
"I was under the assumption..." he starts, though Lillieth would have had to interrupt.
"I'm Sith. Dad. Look at me - look at us. Does it look like we can just...up and leave?"
"You'd have protection, dear, if you truly didn't want to remai--"
"But I do!...I do." her semi-heightened voice, filled with nostalgia within their arguments simmers down back to normal...loving, attempting to be understanding. "This is my life, now, daddy, and I know you didn't approve but...this is who I am, now."

She opens her arms slightly as though indicating a "look at me" gesture, her tunic rising slightly to reveal a weapon upon her belt. The eyes of the hulking parent would spot its glint near-instantly, slanting his optics for a moment before emitting a sigh. He says nothing for quite a few moments, and as the three are able to spill into the room, he leans atop his desk without a care of what may be beneath his backside.
"I knew it was too much to think you would come home. I'm sorry for...whatever I did to push you away, sweetheart - it was never my intention. You know I always wanted what was best for you."
"Daddy...please, not in front of..." Lillieth's eyes travel up to her partner, presumably beside her, before cutting off her sentence.

The man forces a smile as though brought back to the play where he had to pretend as though everything within his home was okay.
"Well. How long are you staying? We've reason to celebrate!...The return of my daughter, albeit temporary, is cause enough for feast, food, and drink - I'll invite everyone worthy."
He continues his sad smile, and Lillieth's guilt rises more than it had before the duo landed.
"Daddy..." she starts, unsure of what to even say. Only thoughts of the stories of her mother would come to her head...

...her flashing, green lightsaber. Her beautiful red head of hair. Her immaculate robing. Her inspiring moral compass.
"...your mother would be proud, regardless of your decision, child," he chimes, grinning before returning about his desk to take a seat and make a few calls to form an invitation list.
"Now go rest up - you've quite the night tonight, princes--...Lillieth." he cuts himself short, shedding one more saddened smile.

 

[Viabuck]

All in all, Jorath felt as if things really could have been going worse. So far everything that came up had allowed him to answer in a way that made him coming off like a respectable enough individual who had some semblance of decency about him instead of a rage fueled monster who did the Imperium's bidding. These were all huge pluses when dealing with someone who from the looks of his home as they entered it, apparently had their shit together in no uncertain terms. How did people even become this rich? He couldn't help but wonder that often. How in the world were they able to afford to create such a divide between rich and poor? It was honestly kind of astounding and yet he wouldn't have time to dwell on that long, the conversation taking several concerning turns.

"Well...I'm gladdened that you've remained well, child - so how will your partner here fare on his own now that you're home?"

Wait what? Did this guy actually assume he was going home alone? There was no way.. What kind of dellusional state was this guy in that that signal even got crossed? Even with Lillieth's reassurance that she was in fact planning to leave with him, the question actually left the massive Crusader a bit bewildered, a hint of agitation being held down and instead being displayed a deep exhalation of breath.

Following after the father and daughter duo into the office, he would take his position at the door, leaning back against it, his large arms folded over his chest as he opted to remain silent allowing the situation between the two to develop, simply listening in for the moment as the man gave his assurances of safety and seemed to be trying to sway his partner's decision to no avail. It almost brought a smile to the larger Sith's face which he would ALSO have to keep under wraps if only to not appear rude. The last thing he wanted to do was antagonize given the circumstances.

With the tension mounting for a moment, it wasn't until the talk of food and drink came up that he decided to finally interject himself, opting to add something to the situation rather than to stand silent and allow the red haired girl to fend for herself. Stepping up and taking position next to her, he offered a broad smile finally deciding to play a part if only for the sake of changing the course of things, especially after the whole 'dead mother being proud' thing.. Things were definitely becoming far too heavy in the room, even for him.

"That sounds delightful, sir. It's been a while since I've had anything good to eat. C'mon Lil' let's give your father some time to get things lined up and you can give me the tour?" he suggested, bringing a hand up to her back and attempting to retreat from the room and head back out into the hallway where the two could hopefully catch their breath. Lillieth like from heavy emotional strain and himself from watching everything unfold... And a very odd desire to fight her father. Why did he have to be taller than him again?

 

[Asinine Soup]

As the door closes behind the pair, Lillieth brings a hand up to her face, sighing her anxiety into her palm and pinching away a developing migraine.
"Tour?...How about comfort food." she murmurs through a sigh, teeth grit; with a shrug, she peers up and sheds her gratitude with a weak smile. "Thanks for that...anyway, I guess I'll show you the place."

While the two walked, displaying room to room to room (a process that could honestly take several hours) with a brief narrative and memory from each, but before long, each narrative became something from her childhood. And from there?...The story of her mother is narrated. An autobiography in the form of a summary is given as they embark down the final hall toward Lillieth's old room.
"She was a Jedi." she says rather bluntly, without emotion. "They loved each other, and the very same Empire we work for is what killed her." Nonchalance radiated her tone, but anyone who knew Lillieth would understand that she was affected somehow.

She opens the door to her room, peering up to Jorath and lifting a hand indicating he could enter first. The room was simple, yet large - the Sunsinger's crest painted on the ceiling in immaculate design pattering and engravings likely considered a vain item for a child to stare at at night before sleep. If Jorath's eyes were attracted to the red and yellow and warm paintings scattered about the room, she would murmur, "They glow in the dark,", rather embarrassed to reveal said information.
Other than that, a canopy bed with curtains surrounding the mattress is beheld, a super-sized bed fit for a princess. The rest of the room was typical, complete with dressers, plenty of mirrors and trinkets like brushes that screamed its expensive nature while those in the Sunsinger family only saw a normal brush; only saw a normal walk-in closet; only saw the best Force-training tools money could buy.
And yet, nothing in the room quite said 'Lillieth' as much as the doll neat upon the bed that Lady Sunsinger slowly paced her way toward. The doll seemed to be made in image of her, and was the only thing here that didn't seem to cost more than a government's treasury. Red fibers mark its hair, brown beads label its eyes, and ragged silk mark its plain clothing.

Lillieth seems mesmerized by the item, fingertips trailing along its surface as she reaches to pick it up.

 

[Viabuck]

Jorath nodded his head to the thanks he received, traveling along with his smaller companion, a solemn look upon his face as they moved along the hallway, taking in the details which were provided to him. It was odd how Lillieth held such nostalgia for her home, at least to him. Then again she hadn't grown up in a miserable cesspool either. This was the type of home that he would have killed for growing up and yet he seemed to have a -much- healthier relationship with his mother. That much was for certain. He couldn't imagine that kind of tension existing with the woman who had raised him.. But then again they had never really experienced any kind of loss which was starting to seem like more and more of an issue as Lillieth spoke, right up until the bomb was dropped.

Her mother was a Jedi?... That explained the force sensitivity but... He would hold off on the question as they entered the bedroom, following along after receiving his invite and taking a look around the rather grand dwelling. He had to admit, it certainly looked like something that a rich girl would have had... Not that he had ever known any before her but all the same, it was pretty impressive in a way.

Watching the girl approaching the doll, he would linger there for a moment before deciding to attempt to shift things into a more relaxed state. If he kept being awkward and silent, then the situation would likely remain awkward and silent. Without any further adieu, the rather large Sith made his way on over to the bed and rather unceremoniously flopped down onto his side upon it, resting there with the side of his head propped in the palm of his hand, looking at the girl and her doll.

"So, if you don't mind me asking and even if you do. If your mom was a Jedi, why're you a Sith and not just going out and hiding with the rest of the order? Not that I can imagine it's anything like when she was a member of that order, dishonorable bar destroying bastards.." Jorath remarked somewhat bitterly before shifting back onto topic. "But anyhow.. Yeah.. I'm sorry for your loss.. And I'm even more sorry I suggested coming here.. If I had known even half of it.. Geeze I screwed up.." he muttered.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth's hand retracts from the item, her senses attuned to Jorath though her eyes remained investigating the room. No dust had gathered since her departure, telltale sign of it having been in upkeep and cleaned often.
"Well, that's the thing," she says softly," the Galactic Republic has been gone for several of my lifetimes; being a Jedi in an Emperical Galaxy and as the daughter of a diplomat who deals with those types as the coverletter of his resume would mean a deathwish for both of us." With a slight shrug, she trails over to the small holodisk collection, its light blue glow radiating soft heat - holovids and digital files of her childhood and much of her homework and gymnastics practice were here, but she wouldn't access them; she only observes.

"You're fine, Jor, it's not your fault." she eventually retorts with a hint of amusement in her voice, suppressing a grin. "I had to pay a visit anyway, so if anything, you helped the family." She finally turns, amber eyes stationed upon the tall Crusader, and with a sneaky smirk appearing as part of her visage, she approaches and stops about arm's length away.
"So. I hope you brought something good to wear."

It was obvious to those who could feel the hurricane of emotion within her that she were adverting the attention from herself and her life onto other things; other things that were inclusive to the dress-code and behavior of what had to be done at a formal gathering.
"...we're going to have to do something with your facial hair." she adds with a slight scoff.

It was often a problem, in her mind, attempting to prove to herself and to prove to others that she could be the inverse of what her mother was - of what her mother stood for. She never knew the woman well, the connection having been severed at a young age, but the same question often ran through her own mind. Why was she not Jedi? Why hadn't she followed in her footsteps?...

"What's stopping you?.."

 

[Viabuck]

Watching Lillieth carefully, he seemed to be in a constant state of thought as to what was the appropriate course of action to take in his conversation with her. Part of him that had formed a degree of attachment to her wanted to press on and insure that she was alright and then there was the part of him that essentially was -Jorath-. The detached anger that seemingly existed and little else, leaving untold destruction in its wake and ultimately placing little value on the opinion and well being of others. Currently the more human aspect of him was shining through though, his own consideration getting the better of him.

".. I think I might have something to wear.." he commented, standing up and taking his duffle bag, withdrawing a vacuum sealed bag and groaning briefly. He hated dressing up and yet there was some compulsion within him that called for him to play along and behave himself at least for the time being. Examining the bag for a moment, he would glance around and likely find (or at least he hoped to find) an adjoining refresher where he would station himself peering into the mirror. Leaving the door open given it's angle that didn't put him in plain sight of Lillieth, he began to shave while opting to press the conversation.

"I get what you're saying.. Honestly the whole division between Jedi and Sith is stupid anyhow.." he called out, figuring that he might first assuage her concerns about his questioning of her life choices. His mind thought back to the questions he had been asked by his one time master, offering up something that -he- felt was somewhat insightful and figuring it might ease her mind a bit. "One time Ark, who was kind of somethin in between himself, asked me what I thought about the force and the Jedi'n Sith.." he started, dragging a razor down along the sides of his face, clearing off the tiny hairs that had begun to form.

"Ultimately it's the same as warring planets if they had special powers.. They're all so sure they're using them the right way and anyone who thinks different is wrong.. Jedi don't like the negativity cause they're a buncha self righteous hippies and most of the Sith leadership are a buncha pricks so they don't want us turning into hippies.. Really we'd be further ahead without any of the groups and this dark side, light side bullshit.."

His chin was the next target for the razor, moving the blade smoothly over the flesh, the hairs of his goatee falling down into the sink, a slow look being paid into the mirror. "I mean, if they both weren't so god damned stubborn and limiting what we can study'n practice, I wouldn't be turning into an albino or meditating for hours out of my freakin' day to prevent it.... Anyhow.. I think what I'm gettin' at Lil' is you and your mom don't have to be different just cause of a title.. Like your dad said, I'm sure she'd be proud of you and I'm sure he is.. Even if we've both done some pretty rough stuff, it's still for the good of a lot of people."

At this point, Jorath was cleaning the shaving cream from his face before shedding his more basic attire, slowly pulling on a rather large suit, one that a person wouldn't expect the rather gruff Crusader to own and yet one that -he- felt was rather stylish all things considered. Growing up poor had led to him to make a -few- purchases for the sake of looking good and this was one of his better ones given how it was paying off now.

With the shirt pulled on and his tie being secured, he would step out back into the main room once again carrying the jacket part of it and looking in Lillieth's direction wearing what actually appeared to be a fairly expensive suit, clean shaven, and looking somewhat uncomfortable in his own skin.

"And you've used up the one time you'll ever get me into a suit so.. Take it in.." he muttered.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Lillieth, by this point, had sat upon the edge of her bed, blinking down at the doll now within her palms. Jorath's voice, however gruff and low, provided solace when needed...as well as unexpected.
He departs into the bathroom, though she's still able to see bits of movement while he shaves and dresses, and although his short speech was true - oh, so true - it was also a very big surprise on her end. This Ark sounded fairly knowledgeable, but it also sounded like he held ideologies that would get him killed, hunted, or likely both. But they were true. Jorath's instincts were true, as they often were (despite the pair always keeping one another safe and in check), and after displaying such a keen sense of wisdom in the face of her situation and having agreed with her father...she sheds a soft, saddened smile.

In the period of time that Jorath held to clean his face and dress, Lillieth lifts her chin slightly and calls out, "Well I wouldn't have labeled you a snake-tongue at first sight, Jor, but you never cease to surprise me with your wisdom and sensitivity." She chuckles lightly, then, adding a sarcastic, "For someone who doesn't talk too much about anything, I've got to say...that you..." her voice trails off in increments, volume striking a decrescendo as the man displays his attire he would be wearing for the evening. Stopping mid-sentence and leaving a mouth open in surprise may have stated her reaction and taste toward the clothing. She'd never seen Jorath in this light, nor had she ever wished to...and now, she regret that she hadn't.

"And you've used up the one time you'll ever get me into a suit so.. Take it in..", so he says, and with that phrase, Lillieth displays a slight grin, closing her mouth and suppressing the crimson that had begun to tinge along her cheekbones. The girl stands and strides over to the well-dressed Sith Warrior and reaches up, straightening his tie.
"Take it in?...I intend to." she states darkly, leaving the entendre to be considered within the electric air within the room. "You look wonderful, Jor - thank you for putting up with tonight for me--well, for us."

She clears her throat, blinking slowly and lifting an eyebrow, stepping away from the man as she silently punishes herself for not suppressing her attraction toward the man she never saw within this light before.
"Don't forget why we're here." she finally states before grasping her own hand at pelvic level. "Now pardon me."

If uninterrupted, Lillieth would enter her closet - fit with clothing, shoes, jewelry, dozens of mirrors, cosmetics, the works...and would not exit until it was time for the party to begin. In fact, she would even be fashionably late for the get-together, where at least thirty people would have gathered upon the rather large main interior hall all sipping complimentary Brandy in the overzealous light of the estate. Jorath would have been shoed along to go make fancy and show face, but when the time was right, she would appear. But what was an entrance without melodrama.
The entire room, marked with more guests arriving, rich-snobby laughter radiating the hall, and Sir Sunsinger shaking hands with the most important people on this region of the planet...suddenly falls silent, eyes slowly moving toward the lady in red atop the staircase. Ah, cliche, cliche...a beautiful young woman with straightened hair curling down the lengths of her shoulders with a lipstick of matching intensity curling into a slight grin at the reaction. The same crimson that stained her pursed lips was the shade of the dress she adorns, segmented cropping labeling her womanhood and capitalizing upon her beautiful curves, hips swaying with each step and clatter of her heeled shoes.

"Is that...Lillieth?" and "Sir Sunsinger's daughter?" and "-Her-?!" all murmur in disbelief as she absorbs the attention for however brief.

"My beautiful daughter has returned - the guest of honor." the Sunsinger elder proclaims lovingly, and as his voice's echo drops, a slow golf-clap becomes an ovation of sorts as the woman of question finally reaches the penultimate step along the staircase.
She smiles faintly, amber eyes fluttering to her father as she bends a gentle bow with her knees and a tilt of her head.

As she looks up, her eyes would travel to Jorath's, eyebrow raising as a silent 'how do I look?' arises upon her face. It was a teasing glance that would last for a comfortable few seconds before members of the congregation begins to close in, all beginning to praise, inquire, and bask in the presence of the returning heir of the Sunsinger. She blushes lightly, air about her smelling faintly of peach but overwhelmed by the drink others brought over to her in offering.
With a proud father at her side, Lillieth simply smiles and looks up toward the grand fireplace...a portrait atop it seeming to render her smile to nothing more than a line of non-existent joy.

A picture of a woman who shared her image with her father's hand placed affectionately on her shoulder facing the view...both so happy.
The woman was not here. The woman was her mother, and her father's smile was so wonderful. So joyful. She blinks, mind trailing...

 

[Viabuck]

Taking notice of Lillieth's reaction to the new finely dressed him, he couldn't help but allow a grin to form upon his face. This was all shaping up to be one remarkably pleasant little side effect of taking care of himself it seemed and it was one that he enjoyed. With his tie being straightened, he would peer down at the red head just as what he thought to be one -incredibly- blatant innuendo was made, the mind of a teenage male proving to instantly go in that direction for some reason and he was no exception. Fully prepared to make a little one liner of his own, his partner had stepped away from him, leaving him to open his mouth to speak and yet say nothing, simply opting to clam up for the time being when told to remember what they were there for.

"Well, I've got other things I'm here for now.." he would mutter as he was shoed away, eventually finding his way out into the main room. It was actually somewhat nice being in the Sunsinger abode, not receiving many stares from the crowd around him given the fact that they were already used to seeing a rather large human. There wasn't any awkwardness at all really... Except for that which Jorath imposed upon himself, reaching a hand out to steal up a glass of brandy as he found himself surrounded by clearly an upper class lot of people, none of which he knew and none of whom he really cared to. Still, whenever presented with an introduction, he would politely introduce himself, share the fact he worked in Government if pushed and really beyond that? He would look disinterested enough that people simply left him alone.

'Where in the hell is Lillieth?'

The question wouldn't dwell within his mind long, instead allowing his eyes to drift to the stairs where a number of other people were already staring, his mind which had only recently gotten itself pulled back together splintering into yet another fragment grouping of less than pure thoughts. While his face wouldn't turn red as hers had when she had seen him, he did acquire an expression that transcended the typical 'stoic Jorath' look and went straight into dumb staring. Noticing her looking in his direction, he would simply offer a smile and a nod of his head.

'You're stunning.' he would communicate mentally, figuring that sounded classy enough for a telepathic thought, not considering the fact that his true thoughts and intentions would at least put off a vibe during such an opening of minds.. Or maybe it had crossed his mind. In any case, he was never one to be anything but blunt anyhow. Moving through the crowd, he attempted to position himself near Lillieth without shoving his way into her family circle, not wanting to be even more out of place in the situation. He could recognize where he belonged and where he didn't.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Two words spoken telepathically break Lillieth from her reverie, a soft grin cascading her previously melancholy gaze as she peers back down toward the guests surrounding her - not a single Jorath in sight, thanks to the wall of diplomatic men.
"Thank you, sir. You're so sweet - thank you, too. A pleasure to meet you. Mhm. No, sir, not for very long, now. Yessir, I'm glad. Are you enjoying the party?"

Lillieth speaks like a pre-recording to the multitude of compliments, small-talk conversation, curiosity-driven inquiries, and others of the like toward the guests who came her way. They came like waves, and after while, she would realize why she hated these types of parties. The vain side of the girl enjoys it deeply, but after years of taking compliments and breaking hearts, the appeal becomes stale.
Eventually, however, after a few glasses of drink and a few final lingering businessmen conclude their small-talking, the red-head finally finds her partner once again. With a soft, weary smile, she leans over to her father, pulls down upon his arm, and grants him a kiss on the cheek before slowly making her way to the floor where Jorath resides. Hips and waist bend and sway as she takes her time making it there, and by the time she does, she displays a grin; a server walks by with a tray, champagne glasses of wine held atop, and Lillieth very casually grasps one as he walks by.
Chivalrously, she offers it to the big guy.

"Enjoying yourself?" she chants curiously.

The party, by this point, was wrapping up, the elder of the diplomats, politicians, and public officials retreating and shaking hands with their host - of course giving their farewells to Lillieth as well, who didn't seem half as interested in them as they in her as she spoke to a classy-dressed, tall young man who could pass as Sir Sunsinger's third cousin. Her eyes remained up on him regardless of whom spoke their farewells, and very keenly so as she appeared to be playing tricks with her lipstick and body language.
"Enjoy your taste of a 'day in the life', dear?" she further inquires, leaning weight upon her hip as she cants her head to the side...hair cascading down her shoulders and front.

 

[Viabuck]

Fancy parties were not Jorath's cup of tea. Not one aspect of it really appealed to him and the longer it went on the more exhausted he found himself becoming with the entire thing. Very seldom finding any decent conversation throughout the evening, he would at one point find an equally bored looking older gentlemen with whom he carried on a rather long chat. Explaining a mutual dislike for gatherings like the one that they had currently found themselves embroiled within, the two would speak for a time, the old man insisting that Jorath resembled some one that he had encountered on one of the Hutt worlds and the gigantic Crusader insisting that no such meeting had ever transpired before switching the topic back to lighter subjects such as sports, something the Sith actually knew a surprising amount about and could actually add input to without seeming totally out of his caste.

Eventually though, his new found aquiantance was drawn away by his wife, leaving the Crusader standing there, casually grabbing glasses of champagne and any other alcoholic beverage that passed him by when carried by a waiter. By the time the red head actually managed to break away from her father and the swarm around her, Jorath, to his own regrets had yet to manage to even gain what could effectively be called a 'good buzz' and yet there she was, his incredibly attractive, rich, and for some reason, not totally turned away from him partner... And she had more booze.

It was pretty much at this point, combined with the fact that she seemed to be focusing her intention soley upon him for one reason or another, that he decided to move past his own inhibitions, or at least begin to. It made sense in his mind, which in spite of being slightly dampened by alcohol and in a seldom held state of clarity given his extensive preparations for the evening, that he should pursue her. They had saved one another's lives many times by this stage, they were in the same points in their lives, they complimented one another wonderfully and... that dress. Alpha mode engaged.

Taking the wine when it was offered, he would not only offer her a rather large smile of his own, but he would also slip one of his massive arms around her side, his palm enclosing upon her exposed side, bringing her up to his side. This was in no small way something of a power move. He expressed an interest in the girl whom had recently begun to catch his eye more and more, particularly during their vacation and on the current evening, and he of course sent a very clear message to the other party goers that he was calling dibs for lack of a better term. He was bigger than them, he looked pretty good admittedly, and he got to have an arm around her. They could get lost in his opinion, that was if he could be bothered to spare a glance to any of them while conversing with the young Sunsinger he had at his side.

"Well, I wasn't until now.. Honestly Lil', I was getting worried I was going to have to pick a fight with someone soon to keep myself entertained.. And yet now? Great party.." he replied, his golden eyes shifting from Lillieth's own which he held contact with while he spoke, down to her lips, occasionally drifting lower as he noticed her shifting about only to bring them back to eye level. Taking another large drink from his glass. "I'm actually really glad we came here now." he added, looking down at himself for a moment, still finding the multiple layers of clothing to be confining even if the suit had been tailored to his measurements.

"So. What're we doing after the party is over?" he'd ask casually enough, figuring the question was open ended enough that the two could continue to enjoy their evening or they could advance their motives for coming in the first place. Getting their hands on a ship was pretty important after all and yet he wasn't particularly focused on the idea at the present moment either.

 

[Asinine Soup]

Jorath's hands and fingers snake along the opening that carve along Lillieth's back and exposed waist; she lifts an eyebrow and grins jovially at the act, though casually steps away from it (after granting him a few moments of ownership).
"Glad you're having an enjoyable time, though..." she starts, elusively, seductively stepping out of her captor's grasp, "...I'm not nearly intoxicated enough to delay the games we've been playing." - emphasis on 'games' in her ever-so-slight Empirical accent. She gives the tell-all 'not while daddy's looking' look and, with a sip of the slightly-stronger-than-champagne Brandy within her glass, places a palm against Jorath's chest and gives it a soft *pat pat*.

She was teasing, and it was rather obvious as she had fallen back within her element.
Her voice lowers and as her eyes roam the room instead of Jorath's steadfast posture, she gazes off to the side, murmuring a soft, "We need our ship in less than operable condition tonight, so that's what we'll be doing," into her cup. After taking a sip, she allows the rim of the glass to encircle her skyward palm, fingertips bent petite as her gaze finds her tall partner once again. She gives a gentle smile - peering him down and up - almost sneering.
"Black's your color." she, then, says casually, taking a step away from the man, once again eyeing him as though debating how he looked without the clothing. Without another word, she pivots toward her father once again, hips swaying with every step and waist contouring as delicious and artsy as it were intentional.

Were Jorath a good mouth reader, he would see Lillieth whispering "I'm sleepy - goodnight, daddy." toward the man, and him returning the gesture after a lean and a kiss on the cheek, the expectant "I love you" escaping his mouth, and her returning sentiment coupled with a weary smile. One last gaze is given to Jorath, hoping he got the gist of what the two would require for a new brig.

As she makes the trip up the stairs, she would take one more look over her shoulder toward the room...toward the guests, then - with a smile - toward Jor. After a short stare, she shrugs a shoulder and turns back up the steps, making her way to her room. The facetime in this dress was great. She'd have to remember to pack it, hm?

After the help would have finalized cleaning the party-floor and Sir Sunsinger would give goodnight farewells to the young Jorath with a firm handshake and warming smile, having thoroughly enjoyed his daughter's company, the help would show the large Sith to his guest room with all the commodities that were needed. Hopefully Jorath would have gotten the memo during their brief conversation...because were he to visit the landing bay once the lights went out and the home went dark, he would find an ebony-clad Lillieth awaiting, meditating near the shuttle doors of the craft they flew on-world within; her red hair contrasted her attire within the dual-moonlight of the planet, eyes catching a glint if her partner were to arrive. That, and a smile - something she found herself genuinely doing the more she spent time around the big lug - radiates within the moonlit pad, wind from the altitude catching keenly.

 

[Viabuck]

Letting his fingers trace along the evasive Lillieth as she moved away from him, he offered a smile of his own noticing the expression he had earned for his boldness. It was understandable enough that she wouldn't want him displaying such affection in the sight of the man whom she had gone quite some time without seeing who undoubtebly had attachment issues over his daughter, which in the back of the Crusader's mind, he couldn't help but wonder if he would have been any different. Bringing his glass of wine to his lips, he would tilt his head and the glass back, finishing off the contents in a single gulp, holding onto the glass for the moment, resisting the nagging impulse to simply sit it down and let someone else pick it up later..

"Yeah, I guess that's something." he quietly responded in reference to her statement regarding the plans that the two would have for later in the evening. Watching his partner turn and walk away, the human who had consumed more than enough alcohol by this stage to lead a normal sized individual to drunkeness felt uninhibited enough to simply watch her rather pronounced walk away. The girl certainly had a way about her that radiated confidence and he wasn't about to claim not to enjoy it. Watching her approach her father, he would find himself a wall to lean back against as he often did when left to his own devices, quietly standing there and waiting. He was no lip reader but the plan was obvious enough..

Obvious enough that when her father approached him, he would gladly offer up with his own hand for a shake, his own hand holding it's own in spite of confronting someone who actually held a stronger grasp than himself under normal circumstances. While ordinarily this would have been a matter that would have required a great deal of internal debate in regards to whether this required a fight to justify his own strength, he would instead find himself being escorted off to a guest room, a hint of disappointment present on his face. He didn't see why he couldn't just stay with his partner.. Okay.. He totally got it but it didn't mean he wouldn't have the wind taken from his sails, especially given his facial expression in light of it.

All the same, upon entering his room, the Sith wasted little time in escaping his suit which in spite of how much it seemed to draw a positive reaction from his friend, he could never be completely comfortable in. Taking a moment to fish through his bags in search of a pair of plain black loose fitting tactical pants, a form fitting black t-shirt and a black utility belt, carrying a black leather holster for his lightsaber, he would redress and after giving the halls a sufficient amount of time to clear out, he would embark back toward the landing pad, keeping his profile as low as was possible given hsi size and his natural disinclination toward stealth.. Needless to say, it wasn't easy for him to move quietly.

Catching sight of his partner as he would make his approach, his pace would quicken just a bit as he neared the female, glancing up at the moon for a moment, his rather large arms folding over his chest as he looked over their transport for a moment, debating the method of which they should use to effectively disable their transport. There were so many ideas and yet so few would look like accidents.. What were their options really? And why was Lillieth smiling? He swore he never saw her do that quite as often as she was currently and at the same time, so was he.. Funny how that all worked out.

".. So.. Any ideas on what we should do?" he'd ask, pausing for a moment and looking down at her, his eyes settling upon her for a moment before darting to the ship, further clarification being pressed with, "To the ship. If we're going to disable it I doubt we should just use lightsabers.. It'd be too obvious.."

 

[Asinine Soup]

".. So.. Any ideas on what we should do?" he says.
"Well, I have a few in mind, most not very respecting of my father's abode." She's grinning, slowly standing to her feet, hair tied in a ponytail.
"To the ship. If we're going to disable it I doubt we should just use lightsabers.. It'd be too obvious.." he retorts, albeit delayed; Lillieth studies his reaction, though responds in part.
"Excellent synopsis, hun'," she says teasingly, perhaps mocking his obvious statement," I know a thing or two about ships. Disabling the fuel line, leaking the core, and re-routing the power line to the cockpit should overload..." redhead points to the port bow of the starcraft, "...this side of the ship. Or...the other side. I'm no expert." She grins, then, peering back Jorath, voice naturally hushed as she caresses him with her eyes.

"At any rate - it'll go 'boom' on a makeshift timer thanks to the leak, right? That gives us time to go ahead and get back inside." The rest of the story was self-explanatory; the duo was sleeping in their rooms when a malfunction on the ship leads them with their wings clipped, and daddy saves the day with a little bit of expectant Lillieth persuasion would allow them enough money (and likely a trip) to the nearest high-end starship merchant.
And you thought getting the keys to your daddy's Jaguar was cool?

"So let's get to it. I'll get the fuel line, make sure the core leak is slow. Very slow. Wouldn't want to go up with the ship, sweetie," she says softly, wary of the volume her voice projects. She takes the side-route unto the ship (also on the port bow) as to avoid the unnecessary noise of opening the shuttle doors. Once aboard, she would be available for questions, if Jorath didn't know what to do, where to do it, or how. Lily's no expert, as she said, but she knew more than just the basics. With her ponytail swinging side-to-side as she works on accessing the paneling for the fuel lines. It was screwed tight, Imperial technology knowing how to cover their patches, but nothing some Sunsinger elbow grease couldn't fix.

She gets to work.