The ABC-123 ship-o-rama whatsuch was whatever Leh’Min’Ayd had woken up on that day and night in space. She had eaten some rozozo peppers, the hottest contraption this side of the galactic pinwheel, and had to be rushed to the medbay upon boarding.
The vessel was little more than a glorified rent-a-shuttle on its way to the planet Thila in the Outer Rim. There was a factory killing an entire ecosystem but there were of course complications with shutting it down—by no less than a Padawan if not more.
Given that the Togruta had no ship of her own she had to rely on a freelance ferry that the Council paid for out of pocket so fair play. Her partner, whoever and wherever they were, was either onboard already or being invited over for breakfast from their own ship flying beside.
For her part, Lem was too busy clutching her stomach and wandering corridors to wonder who she was working with. Her stomach was ten parts empty and ten parts needed filling.
The music pumping from the ship speakers was also most temptingly tantalizing and reminded her of going back to sleep.
There was another onboard, an Ishi Tib named Chuk-Chuk, and he was the pilot in the cockpit. Apparently he was also a good cook judging by the table of is-it-bacon and maybe-it’s-eggs. Truth be told the universe was still full of culinary surprises but this stuff tasted supreme.
“I’ll take a coffee!” Lem looked left, looked right, saw no one else in the galley. There she isssss! There she was: a cappuccino machine, nestled in the corner, sparkling silver. YUM.
Lem smiled wide. Pressed a button. Drummed her fingers. Heard a beep. Watched a spark. Machine broke. Arms spread. Back arches. Convulsing.
“NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
@Sicadorito
The vessel was little more than a glorified rent-a-shuttle on its way to the planet Thila in the Outer Rim. There was a factory killing an entire ecosystem but there were of course complications with shutting it down—by no less than a Padawan if not more.
Given that the Togruta had no ship of her own she had to rely on a freelance ferry that the Council paid for out of pocket so fair play. Her partner, whoever and wherever they were, was either onboard already or being invited over for breakfast from their own ship flying beside.
For her part, Lem was too busy clutching her stomach and wandering corridors to wonder who she was working with. Her stomach was ten parts empty and ten parts needed filling.
The music pumping from the ship speakers was also most temptingly tantalizing and reminded her of going back to sleep.
There was another onboard, an Ishi Tib named Chuk-Chuk, and he was the pilot in the cockpit. Apparently he was also a good cook judging by the table of is-it-bacon and maybe-it’s-eggs. Truth be told the universe was still full of culinary surprises but this stuff tasted supreme.
“I’ll take a coffee!” Lem looked left, looked right, saw no one else in the galley. There she isssss! There she was: a cappuccino machine, nestled in the corner, sparkling silver. YUM.
Lem smiled wide. Pressed a button. Drummed her fingers. Heard a beep. Watched a spark. Machine broke. Arms spread. Back arches. Convulsing.
“NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
@Sicadorito