[Star Wars Roleplay] Two Suns and A Blue Comet

[Die Shize]

IC Ambience [Recurring]​

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Jetha watched as Herrith readied herself to do anything but stay on the bed and do nothing. That was just as well as offered, and the fact was that Jetha wouldn’t be able to solve this latest problem on her own. “Doctor’s, engineer’s, pilot’s and captain’s. I’m a woman of many hats even though I rarely wear hats.”

While she struggled to remember the last hat that had donned her head, Jetha approached the exit of her quarters, the door sliding up with enough time for her to pat the poster stuck to it. It had shown a gray lynx in a forest with pink marker scrawled across it that read “Go get ‘em, tiger!” Out in the corridor, the first image that greeted her was another poster on the wall: two hands pointing in either direction and the printed words “This way to freedom”. She thought against patting anything this time around and simply chose to turn left.

“Let’s head to the galley first, on second thought. Not sure how you feel about food right now but I'm as famished as a thousand-year-old sarlacc.”

The ship’s galley was located amidships within a comfortable proximity to the crew and passenger quarters. It didn’t take long to reach it but by the time the duo did Jetha still couldn’t remember what the last hat was that she had worn or when or where or why for that matter. A grav-ball cap? A fedora? A bonnet? The styles and types just kept rattling around in her skull even as she stepped into the kitchen to rummage through cupboards and drawers looking for something to eat. A box of crackers was placed on a counter beside a box of cereal, a jug of white milk was pulled out of the fridge along with a bottle of soda. Jetha patted her thighs with a feeling that she was missing something, scrutinizing Herrith as to what. Ah! A spoon. Out came a spoon to clink inside a bowl.

“I figure crackers and soda ought to help settle your stomach and speed up the pills.” She spoke while watching her milk pour atop an assortment of toasted oats and colorful marshmallows. “Or you can have a bowl as well if you’d like. I'm sure I've got other food around here too...somewhere.” A spoonful of the stuff dove into her mouth and she munched and crunched like she were grinding mini-Rodians. She was, as far as marshmallows went anyway. “And for the main course!”

With that, Jetha pulled a black bag from a top cupboard and opened it beside a pot, checking to see that the latter still had water inside it from who knew how long ago. “Black Hole, the strongest, darkest and tastiest coffee in the galaxy and just what a waking or a working Zeltron needs.” As the pot began to brew, Jetha turned back to face Herrith, leaning against the counter with her bowl of cereal in her hands.

“Might just end up dehydrating you but that’s why water exists, I say.”

 

[Herrith]

Herrith followed Jetha to the galley without much protest. To be honest, she was hungry. She hadn't had food in at least 18 hours by now. It wasn't even that she forgot to eat--just they she never could get the time to do it in these hectic few days. She smiled to herself and cracked a quiet laugh, quickly responding.

"Oooh, taking me to dinner already I see?"

She took the food she was offered and immediately popped open the crackers, snappily taking one and popping it into her mouth as she screwed open the soda. She politely declined the coffee but eyed the cereal and went to crack another relatively low joke.

"I mean, I could always share a spoon. I certainly don't have any diseases. Do you?"

Obviously teasing as she ate another cracker.

 

[Die Shize]

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Jetha held her spoon in her mouth as she thought about the question. Does anyone know if they have a disease until they know? Could there be some virus, some parasite, some biological infestation swarming around in my belly while I stand here eating cereal? The thoughts hadn’t meant to go so far; she had only intended to offer a quip in return. All of a sudden, she wasn’t feeling all that hungry. The spoon came out and she set the half-finished bowl of cereal on the counter for someone else to have a go.

“Not that I know of, but it’s hard to tell when you’ve kissed a Rodian only hours ago . . . Sorry.” She cleared her throat, apologizing for both of them. In moments, the coffee had finished brewing and Jetha poured herself a tall cup, leisurely sipping on the piping hot black beauty. “Ahhhh… Much better.” It certainly played its part in taking the taste of a memory away and standing in for food. Caffeine could dull the appetite, especially Black Hole.

Nonetheless, Jetha popped a cracker into her mouth and spoke through grinds, passing looks from her coffee to Herrith. “I meant to ask you...that Logan Job we did...by any chance did you know what he had done to earn the ire of the Hutts, before or after we rescued his sunburnt arse?”

Granted, it didn’t take much to get on a Hutt’s bad side. Otherwise innocent slaves could be scourged for little to no reason, but then there were those far shadier sorts of souls that were no better than the Hutts who hunted them. A bounty also wasn't necessarily the most accurate source for truth. Sometimes only the target's picture was genuine; the crime that they committed not necessarily so. Still, bounties were just that: rewards. The payment either went to the hunter or to the rescuer. Somebody got paid either way. Did it matter why? Perhaps, then, Herrith would detect the real question that her counterpart was asking.