Know thy enemy

[Vexen]

[member="Loske Matson"] [member="Micah Talith"]

Vexen decided to stay quiet for a while. She still had a mental image of a starfigher suddenly pulling into a docking bay and being peppered full of holes for the transgression. However, she trusted Micah's judgement. Implicitly.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

A single shoulder popped in response to the Talith's protest to bringing souvenirs that were bigger than their pockets, though her lips remained sealed. Perhaps not. She'd get a better feel for the situation when they were there. Worst case scenario, her flying one of the First Order's ships would bring far more attention than a couple of rogue StealthXs. Then the defel would be safe for sure, nervous though she seemed.

"Right. I'll need some time to corral up some ships and astromechs - and we don't want to arrive during the day.." She'd gotten quite good at calculations from the top-of-her-head, since she'd been piloting without a dedicated astromech for so long. Frank helped. The fusial engines on the StealthXs were speedy, and with the recent upgrades they could rival an RZ-1 interceptor -- group in hyperspace travel and they'd need about 3-5 days travel time from Sullust to Corporo. She'd confirm that with Frank. Unless they wanted to take a bigger ship, for more comfort, and have a drop off station for the X-wings.

She hmmm'd for a minute. "Meet me in Hangar Beta-U4 tomorrow at 18:00." That would give her over 24 hours to get the necessary supplies.

Including lots of bottles of water for her own bad habits.

With that, she unwrapped her arms and started to march toward the door - ready to get going and out of the potential fluster zone. He was way too close for comfort, still. Before taking off though, she lingered at the door before turning around and producing a small chip from her datapad.

"In the meantime, this is my channel if you need to get a hold of me." An underhanded toss would suggest the trajectory toward [member="Micah Talith"]. She anticipated only concern to be called through from @Vexen. "And thank you, I appreciate your help." Nay, the GALACTIC ALLIANCE appreciates your servie.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Loske Matson"] [member="Vexen"]

Two fingers shot up, plucking the chip mid air with a quickness that would demand a double take. A smug self-assured expression would sweep over his swarthy face, the scruff of his darkened jaw curling as the right corner of his mouth went quirking up.

“Well, you already know how to get a hold of me…” there was a distinct pan of his gaze across his room. Amusement glimmered within the depths of his copper eyes. One last minute tease.

“Until tomorrow then, Brighteyes,” he brought his free hand to run through the mop of messy brown hair. As if a thought suddenly came to mind, he gestured with his forefinger.

“Bring snacks.” A glance at the Defel would show the increase of his humor. “We tend to get hungry.”

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Loske Matson"]

"I don't get that hungry..." Vexen grumbled under her breath. "But if you could bring biscuits, that'd be good. Ta."

Micah would feel a twitch of amusement down the strong bond between them. She'd closed in on herself for a little while. She often did that when she was unsure of herself. Normally she was attentive when she simply didn't understand the flow of the conversation, but this was different. The pair had been discussing what sounded like a very dangerous mission. If she really was going to go sneaking about in a Sith shipyard, she'd need to find somewhere dark to go. She was going to need some sleep too, depending how long the trip was.

However, once Loske was gone, Micah would feel a different kind of curiosity. "So, what do you think of her then?"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Loske spent the next amount of hours arranging the transports. Apparently a First Lieutenant didn’t get all the fancy permissions many other ranks did, and there were quite a few conversations that had to happen in order to coordinate five StealthXs on a top secret mission into the Core region.

Considering all the campaigning that was going on with the vanguards, there were some limitations on the expenses Lieutenant Matson was able to fritter away without consideration. One of which was fuel - for five StealthXs? Words went back and forth, and Matson was able to discover a frigate with enough room for her and the team, and the vehicles they demanded, would be travelling through the expansion region, and into the inner rim nearer to the Republic’s territory. She arranged for herself, [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Vexen"] to get a ticket to ride. The takeoff was serendipitously similar to what she’d told the pair back in Micah’s bunk.

By the time 16:00 the next day rolled around, Loske had already loaded up the belly of the frigate and was sitting jollily on a crate near the ship in the docking bay, one leg crossed over the other - the top leg kicking up and down as while her fingers locked around her knees, leaning back in awaiting the arrival of the Jedi and the wraith. By her side, the blue little custom droid, Frank, ran through the map she’d uploaded into him the night prior - memorizing what he could, and searching through the holo to find any sort of information available on Chiss codes.

[In about an hour, my Chiss will be better than yours.] He commented simply.

"Shameful it'll take you that long." Loske replied simply, hardly batting an eye at the slight insult. Her Chiss was no marvel, and they both shared that knowing.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Loske Matson"] [member="Vexen"]

Micah shot a grin over to the Defel. A thick brow arched and he gave a chuckle.

“I think she’s amusing.” he told her, walking over to pick up the empty glass after Loske left. “If a bit overzealous.” he couldn’t fault her for that, he was the same. However, underneath the layer of light-hearted humor, there was a sense of piqued curiosity that Vexen would be able to feel.

A slight furrow of his brow drew in contemplation. She had seen something, sensed it from his hilt. The Talith wandered over to the desk, stretching out his hand to clasp it. He’d built it years ago, when he was about fourteen. This was his second saber, the first had been made out of wood during his trip to Kashyyyk with his father.

“Should be an interesting mission, eh?” he suddenly panned his orange gaze over to the Defel. The hilt was flipped in his hand before it was caught again. “It will be fun.”

---

---

“Ah, you are definitely one of Kai’s creations.” a familiar voice dripping with wry humor sang from Loske’s right. It was Micah, in full armor save his helm which he held under one arm in a lackadaisical manner. The shaggy mop of hair gave every indication to make it appear that the Talith had merely rolled out of bed, got dressed, and wandered on over.

At the very least, he brushed his teeth and passed a few fingers through his hair.

Before he could add anything more, a hovering silver droid whizzed over to Frank. That was Alex, Kaili’s second creation and Micah’s personal pain in the arse. It was as if Nohei was never far away, because Alex was always there with her snark.

[ Your make is familiar. ] the sultry sounding droid would state to Frank, the blue optic zooming in for a closer look.

[ Care to interface?]

Micah groaned.

 

[Vexen]

"One day I'm sure your meanin' of interesting and mine might meet," she replied, with a quiet, raspy chuckle. Her expression turned more serious. Nose sniffed. "I'm hungry," she announced. She often was.

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Loske Matson"]

---

"You should turn his humour setting back down or summit'," Vexen added, giving the droid a threatening stare. She hadn't quite figured out how she felt about droids yet. She’d been aware of them her whole life, but in the manner she had been aware of the life support systems. A constant presence, but not one she’d ever stopped to consider.

It had been surprising to find out that they had some degree of sentience and personality. Or too much personality in certain cases. Vexen had a holdout blaster and her dart gun tucked into a slender bandolier that was mostly covered by her thick fur. As she walked she idly spun a stun baton around in one hand. She’d never really tried to learn the art of the lightsabre, but she was really quite quick with a pair of sticks. Several stormtroopers had already been confused by the shadow that detached itself from the darkness and darted forth, which was closely followed by a prolonged nap.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Frank once in a while returned back to irritable beeps, as he was, in his little robotic soul, still a droid after all. An astromech built to make a pilots life safer, and easier. This was one of the times he let out a muffled whistle in response to [member="Vexen"]'s statement. The idea of someone messing with his personality was undesired.

If the droid had a nose, like many of the R2 units, his would have flicked slightly in response to the android's suggestion of getting personal.

Loske flicked an amused, toothy grin toward [member="Micah Talith"], curling her hand under her chin.

It was like two parents on a playdate, and seeing that their little ankle biters were about to get along. She assumed he had some connection with his little floater-bot too, since he was audible dismayed at her suggestion to get intimate with her tirangle-eyed co-pilot. "How about you wait until we're on the ship, you'll have plenty of time to kill."

[In short - yes.] Frank added hurriedly, although his tone was somewhat distracted as the ancient Chiss codes continued to scroll through his innards.

A palm pat the top of Frank's head as she rose to stand; a slight review of the garb both Micah and Vexen came in. The parallel between Micah perhaps being overdressed, next to Vexen's furry nakedness was a comprehension only a galaxy as mismatched as the one they lived in could sustain without odd glances every once in a while. For armour - she had nothing fancy either. She had her flight suit inside, for the duration of the flight though her simple muftis sufficed. The only special doo-hicky she owned was on her finger, a ring she'd earned from her involvement with the Vanguard campaigning. It was supposed to help her focus.

"That said, we're hitching a ride into the cusp of the core systems with these guys." A thumb jut over her shoulder toward the frigate, and was beginning to purr - sounding its readiness for departure. "Then we'll roll out on our lonesome." She gave a shimmy of a shrug "Gives us a bit more time to get to know each other, hm?" Her brows wiggled before turning to lead the way, Frank rolling hot on her heels.

She was walking for a few steps, heels hitting the ramp before she slowed to side the Jedi and Defel "Like - my first question -- is that comfortable?" - gesturing to both of their outfit selections. Or..lack thereof.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Loske Matson"] @Vexen

"Why?" Micah would counter, giving a slight cant of his head and an arch of a brow in notable mirth. Taking a few steps and he would incline close to murmur close for Loske to hear, "Are you going to pilfer these as well?"

Oh, he was a bold one. With mischief in the depths of those copper eyes and the very devil on his lips. "I assure you, I'll notice if you do." his wry grin grew ever wider, a notable chuckle following suit as he straightened.

"Sounds like a good enough plan," he continued, giving his helmet a light toss from the left hand to the right. "We can discuss how we'll go about our little scouting party and go through various scenarios." he'd add, starting to saunter off towards the ship. Alex would float on over to him, the droid hovering as if it wouldn't dare part from the Talith's side.

"And time willing... the comfort of my armor." he teased.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Loske Matson"]

Vexen hadn’t really picked up every nuance of human body language. Much of it she couldn’t even replicate it herself with the wrong face shape or muscles not being in the right place. Having fur that reflected absolutely no light in the visible spectrum was also a complication. All a human could generally see was a silhouette, nose, eyes and teeth.

However, down their Force Bond Vexen had the mental expression of an eye roll nailed down.

“This is jus’ a leather strap really,” Vexen commented. She wasn’t really sure how to respond to whether or not that made it comfortable. Maybe if she put too much weight on it? She decided not to comment further, she was probably missing something. Given Micah’s reaction she was possibly flirting. Hard to tell, she really couldn’t take him anywhere. He was positively incorrigible.

“How long is the trip?” she asked

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Loske's first response was to shake her head and insist not to be silly - those garments wouldn't fit her! Then, on glancing toward the twisted features dripping in mischief, she recalled her earlier reaction and replaced it with one of slight horror and abashed blushing. Nieve as they come, the blonde pilot had meant only if the armour was comfortable to wear. She'd seen many a person toting it around, and she seemed to ask the question fairly frequently. In fact, both Sarge and Greyson wore massive metal bodices that coated their frame like tin men. She never thought it would be comfortable, having extra plating. She got enough wedgies with her pilot onesies she couldn't begin to fathom the potential discomfort armour would offer... there was so much more to consider! To parry the comment, she brushed away some stray wisps that framed her face. That'd be a heck of a prank, leaving the Talith with his pants down. She must save that idea for a little later - when an opportunity presented itself; although, she was wary to lay a finger on anything more of his ownership. The last thing of his she'd touched had yanked her out of the present and sent her through a story she had never been exposed to before. It'd been completely jarring and unwarranted.

Distaste for armour stemmed from her paternal genetics. Unbeknownst to her, the maternal donor of hers sported a suit of armour that concealed her face in many a battle against the Sith, whereas [member="Marcello Matteo"] was completely comfortable in plain Jane robes and his abilities. An outlook Loske had adopted, although after Karfeddion she might be more open to more shields on her person. Perhaps that's what [member="Micah Talith"] was coated in. Concealers.

“It just doesn’t seem very flexible, is all.” Loske offered, much more subtle with her insinuations although surprised at her ability to reply so cooly under such hot fire.

The group of them boarded the ramp, and were greeted by the ship’s first mate - who was ensuring there were no stowaways. Loske produced her information, as well as the explanation for the Jedi with her and .. their companions. She wasn’t sure how visible [member="Vexen"] would be, or if she needed papers. Loske could hardly see her, let alone this dude.

With a wave of his hand, he pointed them toward their quarters.

“Into the core worlds?” Loske replied, in answer to the wraith’s question - only being a segue for Frank’s response, now having finished downloading the Chiss information. Time to show off for the similar AI!

[Approximately four to five days, depending on the hyperdrive of this ship. And the route they take.]

"How many scenarios do you think that'll buy us time for? Statistically speaking."

If Frank had eyes, they would dart toward Micah Talith and back to Loske.

[Depends how in depth you get.] He challenged back.

"How deep you gonna get?" The girl flipped the question back to the saucy brunette, restraining her desire to break out into prideful, verbal combat. Flirtation was not her game, but keeping afloat - she could do.

Even if she didn't really know what she was insinuating - she'd hung out in enough pilot locker rooms to know a few things.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Loske Matson"] [member="Vexen"]

“Oh I assure you, I still maintain my flexibility!” he would add, turning on the ball of his boot towards the blonde. He gave her a wry tousled grin, copper eyes alit with even more devilry. It was easy to turn Matson’s words around and tease her a bit. She made it almost as easy as Nohei, and Micah was not one to reign himself in when the opportunity arose.

The chuckle would echo within the corridors of the ship, and Micah gave a wide grin in greeting to the ship’s first mate. When Frank’s and Loske’s little banter ensued, the Talith was not far behind. Vexen would be well used to it, and it didn’t help matters that Alex also provoked matters.

[ Scenarios vary in venues of penetration.] Alex would chime in, her obnoxiously seductive voice - a point of humor for Kaili - floated on by Loske’s head and above Frank before Micah could answer.

Never one to miss a beat, thick dark brows rose to hide under the messy forelocks of his hair, giving a nonchalant shrug and said, “That all depends on you Brighteyes.”

He sauntered down the corridor, the Defel beside him. “On your measure of comfort.” They reached the crew quarters, a twitch at the corner of his mouth making it hard to keep his bearing. Truth be told, Micah was all talk and no follow through. His sisters had more experience with any amount of dallying than he; much to his frustration and amusement. His body wanted one thing while his mind struggled with what his parents relationship taught him.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t going to play the role of the fool or let a moment of flirtation pass him by. He had spent many years making up for lack of experience with a heavy dose of smart ass and humor.

He found both had their ways in drawing in women anyways.

They all had keycards to their rooms, courtesy of the ship’s mate greeting them. A pass over the scanner slid the door open with a subtle hiss. It was a small room, but would do. Micah had slept in smaller cabins and didn’t mind. Spending that much time with Vexen and traveling as much as they did meant that both were used to sharing and finding a place to rest that may not be the most comfortable.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Well that was that. With Alex's blatant coo, Loske was officially in over her head and she groaned audibly - sounding like a lazy lion. She half wanted to slap her face and drag it all the sundown her body to her toes and keep pulling until she was under ground and out of sight. Not fair - he had so much back up and Frank was little Mister polite down there. Overhearing locker talk was completely different from walking the talk, and pretty though she may be her comfort level was left behind sentences ago. Still. She had to keep some level of sass up, otherwise she'd be so embarrassed. Once more. Then never again.

"Very good, Alex." A perked brow and twisted lip combo directed to the floating bot - the words sounding remarkably akin to a kindergarten teacher. Her pitch meant she was really just trying super hard to stifle an uncomfortable whine.

Thankfully, they departed after [member="Micah Talith"]'s final insinuation.

"The crew eats at standard galactic meal hours. 8:00, 13:00 and 19:00. We're to show up about a half into each hour just before second helpings so crew gets first pick.

We're unofficial, but accepted." That also explained their sleeping quarters. Though all of the crew had equally cramped cabins.

By the time they were going to take off today, Loske was fairly sure she wouldn't have an appetite. "But, I did bring snacks as requested." She twisted to her hip, running a hand along the strap before unwinding it from her torso and handing it in the direction that the silhouette of [member="Vexen"], presumably, occupied.

A high pitched beep echoed through the corridors- the primary indication that preparations for departure were being initiated. Loske glanced upward, absently to where the speakers would be.

"I'll see you in the morning. Let's actually do the scenario run through thing. Measure of comfort - as realistic and brutal as possible." Sith were frightening to her - and she wanted to be prepared.

Part of the deal for their passage was her making herself useful with the other crew members. Which simply meant making sure all the hangar ships were secure --- the rest was a ship too big for her to be useful. But she did know how to secure star fighters and corvettes and what not.

With a have, she headed to the nearest turbo lift.

 

[Vexen]

[member="Micah Talith"] [member="Loske Matson"]

"Thank you," Vexen said quietly, reaching out to take the offered bag. She generally developed a strong affinity for anyone who brought her food. Her very first bonds, now unimaginably strong, with Micah had been forged over shared food. "Yeah, we can talk through the options. I like the ones where I get shot a' the least."

Stepping into their room she immediately asked Micah if he wanted to top or bottom bunk. After his reply she responded by pulling all the sheets off the bottom bunk and throwing them into a pile in the corner of the room. Taking off her bandolier, she crawled down into the pile. She circled a couple of times before finding a comfortable spot and leaning her muzzle on her front paws.

"You know, if you keep pushing it you're going to make her more uncomfortable." It wasn't that Vex knew social interaction well, or even had a feminine intuition. She was just used to sitting on the outside of conversation. She'd learned to be an observant creature and sometimes looking in from the outside you could see more clearly.

"Maybe tone it down a notch, tell her something nice." Vexen looked up at him, a ripple of amusement fluttering through the Force. "You ain't as funny as you think you are," she added with a throaty chuckle.

 

[Micah Talith]

[member="Loske Matson"] [member="Vexen"]

Micah was glad for the snacks. He showed his appreciation as such to Loske with a tousled, crooked grin and a quick wink.

“Catch up to discuss the plan in a few then.” He told her, already on his way after Vexen. Amusement shimmered in his eyes at how the Defel gathered all the blankets and took to her corner. It was what made her comfortable, and he wasn’t one to change it. Back when he first met her, her home had been a tiny raggedy shack, but it was her home and she was quite protective of it.

He knew that it had something to do with being surrounded by ones scent and that pleasent sensation one had when being wrapped around in blankets. Half the time Micah wasn’t sure how Vex managed to not smother herself in her sleep.

A half chuckle bounded from his lips, the Talith tossing his bag to the side. The Defel’s word had merit, he knew that. However, knowing when to stop wasn’t quite Micah’s forte. Ask Nohei in regards to that.

“But she makes it so easy!” he told her, the corner of his mouth perking upwards. While he would be a tease and certainly enjoyed a bit of mischief, he wasn’t out to be mean.

“And oi!” he stopped, working to remove the right gaunlet. “What do you mean I ain’t as funny as I think I am?” he shot a thumb at his chest, and a bit of a confident stance took with his split grin.

“I’m plenty funny!”

 

[Vexen]

[member="Loske Matson"] [member="Micah Talith"]

"Yes, you are hilarious," Vexen replied without skipping a beat. Her deadpan tome did not make clear if she was even referring to his sense of humour.

Whilst she'd managed to make herself quite comfortable she lifted her muzzle from her paws and tilted her head to one side.

"Want me to help with the straps?" she asked. "Probably don't want to go for a meetin' in the mess half wearin' armour!"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

“Are you going to be able to pull this off?” Frank asked, his tone reflecting something of a concerned paternal figure, and somewhat sassy to her capabilities.

“It’s not all on me.” Loske replied.

“Yes, but it’s your idea. And if things go south, it’ll be you that has to report it. Besides -I was talking about your ability to be miss cool girl. You’re falling pretty quick, pretty far already.”

An eye roll followed the statement, and her hand swatted at the droid rolling low by her knees. “Thanks for the votes of confidence, Frank.”

A sharp turn was had by both the droid and the girl as they rolled to the docking bays where the StealthX’s, and the assembly of other fighters and crates and whatnot, were parked. Waiting to be secured.
Accomodatingly, she checked in; and was pointed out to her station for confirmation of security to the vehicles. It didn’t take more than forty five minutes or so to run through the routine checks, and confirm they were ready to go. The vessel quivered with delight, indicating take off was imminent and they were prepared to head off. Random klaxons and beeped orchestrated through the walls and overheads, indicating that the ship was leaving Sullust.

The next morning

The mess hall wasn’t anything extraordinary. In fact, nothing about this ship was. It was all very plain, very plain indeed. Nevertheless, it was a hub for nutrition and sustenance and therefore many bodies piled into it, contentedly filling their face’s with the chef’s special as they charted through space.

With a heavy tray, plus one for dessert that Frank was helping her escort, the surprisingly lithe blonde (in comparison to her balanced platter), wove her way through the tables. They were long, cafeteria style, all cozily occupied. There was a single table, near the end, with a portion of the bench unoccupied. On her way over here, she’d kept a wary eye for [member="Micah Talith"] and [member="Vexen"] (and Frank was probing for Alex); but she hadn’t spotted them yet. She’d considered knocking on their door to bring them up, but decided that she’d already given them the schedule verbally and plus her stomach trumped and consideration that dwelled within her. When she was starving, that was pretty much all she could think about it. Plus it was morning, and like her maternal donor in her youth; Loske was not a morning person.

“This’ll do.” The blonde offered as a cue, dropping to her seat and relieving frank from his dessert-trolly duties.

“One day, that metabolism of yours will quit.”

Loske shrugged “-I’m a pilot Frank, we don’t believe in one day. We gotta do now!” Hungrily, she ignored her droid that was balanced somewhere between an advisor and annoyance, and bit into her first forkful - filling her cheeks with whatever the mildly soggy lump was.

He beeped in response - something that could be loosely translated to: That’s why we’re doing this. No concept of the future.

 

[Micah Talith]

[SIZE=13.3333px][member="Vexen"] [member="Loske Matson"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Yeah, just grab right there will ya?” Micah gestured, the amusement still hanging upon his angular features. There was no wiping away that smirk, it was permanently fixed upon the Talith’s swarthy mug. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]None the less, the Defel was right. He could get a bit carried away; Nohei was proof of that. There were times where he would rib on his youngest sister just to see her react. It was all in good fun, but then again, Nohei was well used to his prods and pokes of fun. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“I’ll cut it back a bit,” he told her, muscles shifting as the Defel used her paws to help him out of his armor. Up and over the chestpiece went, hair a tousled mess as it pulled it over his head and set it down upon the ground. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“But she makes it soo easy!” he said with a devious grin, chuckling to himself as one broad hand swept the dark forelocks of his hair away from his eyes. Definitely needed a haircut; likely wouldn’t get one. Nohei might take care of it the next time he went to visit her shop. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]I just have to make sure I tease her after she trims my hair, and not before. he mused, chuckling to himself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]

---

[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13.3333px]The Next Morning[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Okay,” he sighed out, right hand scratching over his abdomen, jaw dropping in a half yawn. He took a gander at himself. He usually sported a regular shirt under his armor, same with his pants. Deciding he was going to go the lazy route, he opted for sandals instead of boots. He might have the appearance of a drifter colony bum, but that was no bother to him. Nor to Vex. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]She’s seen me in far less.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]With a chortle, the Talith gave a nod over to the Defel. “You ready?” both dark brows rose in interest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.3333px]“Because I’m starving.” [/SIZE]

 

[Vexen]

Vexen found the big military ship a little odd. Lots of the corridors were particularly cramped, lots of little nooks and ladders. Not that she was uncomfortable in being in tight spaces much akin to the narrow tunnels she'd grown up in and had evolved to reside inside.

She wore several items of clothing. Vexen didn't normally, but she found it softened the blow. People tended to worry less about a shadow that was wearing a bandolier, belt and a colourful leather pauldron than just a shadow. She assumed the thought process went ‘Oh kark, that must be the shadow of death. A daemon. Oh. Death wouldn't wear a purple sash and goggles would it?’

“You're right, she does make it easy,” Vexen admitted as they reached the mess. “But not everyone has a tolerance to deal with your jokes twenty four seven,” she added with a hint of humour.

As they stepped inside she heard a sudden: “What the feth!?” but it was followed by hushed whispers. She turned over her shoulder to see a group of uniformed young officers sitting back down at their table. She gave them a wave.

“Oh is that for all of us?” Vexen asked, seeing the pile of food before Loske. The notion of opening with deadpan humour after chastising Micah for teasing too much was not lost on Vexen, but if pressed she would claim innocence. Having a set of facial expressions no human could read had its advantages.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

[member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"]

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]The pair approached while she was mid-chew. Most of breakfast had been worked through, considering her promptness to attend the half after mark. She was aware of how people behaved on ships, and with regulated meeting times, food left quickly. And she’d missed dinner, she needed to pile on the intake. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Vexen’s comment brought forth only a slight flush of the girl’s cheeks, and Frank whistled in confirmation - a tinge of [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]I told you so [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]edging the astromech’s beep. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Loske’s mind immediately raced back to the conversation of being the [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]cool girl [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]able to handle off-hand comments like Vexen’s most recent. She swallowed, and used her free thumb to brush some scrambled egg-like residue from her bottom lip. There was no point in being shameful about her appetite, the buffet that was sprawled before her was evidence of her heartiness enough. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“Heh, no.”[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] She was still a little sheepish, though.[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] “Taste test approval. So far, so okay.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px][Pilot and Consumer in-training for a Hutt Eating Contest.][/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Frank added to the conversation, giving an audible whistle at the end that could sound somewhat like a humanoid scoff. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“Saved you a couple of scoops back at the counter, to confirm.” [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]T’was true. She’d hesitated on the extra helpings [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]just [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]because she was being an [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]eensy [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]bit considerate. There was still enough left for them to each have a comfortable amount of breaky for the day.[/SIZE]