Character
Silver Rest, Kashyyyk
It had only been a few days since that shuttle had brought her here. She'd never seen so much wildlife in one place before. The concept of 'jungles' and 'mountains' belonged in grainy holovids about the rest of the Galaxy and stories she'd been told as a little kid. They never seemed like they'd be part of her reality. The first few days she'd stayed in the Temple, she'd looked out of the windows and out at the rest of the planet in a mild awe. So much green. She'd never breathed air so fresh, nor seen skies so beautiful. Of course, amazing new sights and a planet of wonders can only keep a girl from mischief for a short time.
Aoife had never really seen an organisation as large as the Order before but she'd started picking up on some things. The way things were organised, the movement of people and where she should and shouldn't go. She had a dormitory room that was easily double the size of her bedroom at home and they'd trusted her to decorate it how she saw fit. There wasn't really much in there yet, aside from a few broken electrical parts and a fuzzy hologram of her parents. The Gardens had looked very nice when she'd been shown around and she was itching to explore them one day. Maybe not when she was alone, though. One step at a time. Most importantly, she'd noticed where the food was brought in, and when.
That morning, she'd headed down from the dorms and out towards the hanger bays. There were vast landing pads there for shuttles and ships of all kinds. Aoife'd heard about Jedi ships and fighter vessels that docked there sometimes, as well as the shuttles that brought her and others to and from Kashyyyk. A couple of people had even said something about famous dignitaries from the Core Worlds, Republic diplomats and Alliance show-offs, but she didn't believe them. As if. They just didn't come to the same places that Aoife did, though she'd be hard-pressed to tell anyone why that'd be. What even is a Republic? Where is it?
She smirked at one of the guards as she passed them, giving him a winning smile as she stepped into the hanger bay. "Just seein' if my friends are back!" she said. It was only a little, teeny lie. She might have had friends off-world, waiting to come back. What would he know? Without waiting for an answer, or any real permission, she stepped inside the vast hanger bay and caught sight of her target. A supply shuttle, bringing in the essentials to keep the Order running. Aoife slipped between the ships, making her way towards the unloading shuttle. Hearing the chatter, arguments and complaints of the crew as they moved the crates. Aoife knelt by a passenger shuttle, staring as they pulled down the crates, watching the crew sweat it out.
Aoife waited patiently, watching. Waiting for the moment. It came pretty quickly. One of the younger crewman swore and dropped the crate, the box splitting open on one side. Aoife giggled quietly as she watched him dance around, wiggling his foot in a bit of pain. She took advantage though as she saw some of the goods skitter and roll out across the floor. Rolls of cloth. Metal discs that looked like they held full meals. Fruits and vegetables. And... Yes!!! Sweets. A metal tin she recognised.
She narrowed her eyes and reached out, willing the tin into her hands. With a little scuff on the floor, it started to roll towards her. Picking up speed, it rolled quicker and quicker until it zipped right into her palm. Aoife drew back and raised her fist in the air in triumph. Mmmmmm sweeeeeets, finally. She'd put them back, honest! Maybe after she'd sampled some. Gotta make sure they aren't poisoned, right? She stuffed them into her little satchel back and made for the exit, feeling a little bit of mischievous pride in a job well... stolen?
