Had she giggled at him? No, she was probably just like that with everyone... right? He thought her saw her cheeks turn red in the dim light, though, so maybe he wasn't wrong. She really was flirting with him, and that blush wasn't something you could easily fake. Interesting.
He pecked away at the data terminal, checking logs of who came, who left, and what was going on. He downloaded some of the more useful lists of names before double checking that those who sounded like the leaders were not marked as "away" at the moment. When he was satisfied, he shut down the console and headed in the direction of Xio.
By the time her voice came over the comlink, he experienced several things akin to emotions. The first was that he was glad she'd found something that could turn this base to slag. Second, he was begrudgingly glad she was neither discovered nor dead. And thirdly, he felt a smug satisfaction that she had found his detonation of things both memorable and something that needed to be repeated.
He appeared behind her almost at once, his steps virtually silent. I'll handle it and then we can take one of these ships to get out of here, he said, squeezing past her and brushing far closer against her than was really necessary in order to get to the reactor.
Pick one and start the engines, this'll only take a few seconds, he said. He pulled out his pocket knife and began working on several of the wires, cutting, unhooking, swapping, and replacing until it was all set.
He moved over toward the direction of the ship she'd picked as the room already started heating up. By his estimation they had about five minutes until this place looked like it'd been struck by a couple of turbolasers.
As the ship took off, Vizim sat next to Xio in the passenger seat. Fly in a circle, I wanna watch our handiwork, he said. He knew he shouldn't have, it was unprofessional and an unnecessary risk, but he was a sucker for "the fireworks."
Seems like we make quite a team. Too bad you're too stuffy for the Sith, he said.
He pecked away at the data terminal, checking logs of who came, who left, and what was going on. He downloaded some of the more useful lists of names before double checking that those who sounded like the leaders were not marked as "away" at the moment. When he was satisfied, he shut down the console and headed in the direction of Xio.
By the time her voice came over the comlink, he experienced several things akin to emotions. The first was that he was glad she'd found something that could turn this base to slag. Second, he was begrudgingly glad she was neither discovered nor dead. And thirdly, he felt a smug satisfaction that she had found his detonation of things both memorable and something that needed to be repeated.
He appeared behind her almost at once, his steps virtually silent. I'll handle it and then we can take one of these ships to get out of here, he said, squeezing past her and brushing far closer against her than was really necessary in order to get to the reactor.
Pick one and start the engines, this'll only take a few seconds, he said. He pulled out his pocket knife and began working on several of the wires, cutting, unhooking, swapping, and replacing until it was all set.
He moved over toward the direction of the ship she'd picked as the room already started heating up. By his estimation they had about five minutes until this place looked like it'd been struck by a couple of turbolasers.
As the ship took off, Vizim sat next to Xio in the passenger seat. Fly in a circle, I wanna watch our handiwork, he said. He knew he shouldn't have, it was unprofessional and an unnecessary risk, but he was a sucker for "the fireworks."
Seems like we make quite a team. Too bad you're too stuffy for the Sith, he said.
