Aran Finn
Redeemed
UNKNOWN REGIONS, FRINGE SPACE ...
Technically ...
When Alen had invited Kitt on a mission of exploration to the Unknown Regions, a "mission" wasn't entirely what he had in mind. His research had earmarked a previously unexplored "garden world", sitting pretty in the habitable zone of a G-class star with an abundance of heavy elements and a low variability in brightness. All things said and done, it was perfect. They'd plot the hyperspace jump, explore the planet, find it uninhabited, and likely kick back and enjoy themselves in an unspoilt paradise for a bit. That was the plan, at least. Maybe there would be a spot of danger, a rabid beast or two, but all in all ... this wasn't really a mission. It was a holiday. And Alen aimed to get some alone time with Kitt.It had all started with some Sith poison and Alen's makeshift, if successful first attempt at a touch of dark side healing. If the bearded Darksider had known that that was it all he had to do, he'd have let her get shot by a dart a few minutes earlier. From there, they had fought side-by-side a few times. They'd got up to some mischief too; spiked the punch at an official function, almost died together at a festival at the end of the universe on a planet they didn't entirely remember ... Alen had noticed that Kitt had developed a crush on him quickly. He'd been mostly flattered to begin with, but as time went on and he got to know the bounty hunter better, his feelings had grown a little as well. He hadn't noticed until recently. When a girl gets brought up in conversation by your protocol droid and you start babbling like an idiot, well ... you've got it bad. After Na'Varro noticed that his affections had grown into something with a little more kick, he resolved to do something about it. Because if Alen Na'Varro was one thing, it definitely wasn't a queen.
It was surprising to him now that he hadn't realised sooner. Solo was his type. Tall, fit, brunette, smart-arse, loyal, damn good in a fight, surprisingly-good at dancing, emotionally tough but could also go as bright red as his lightsaber at the drop of a hat. There was an age gap, but she was mature enough not to make him feel weird about it. And when one really broke it down ... he liked her. After years as a bachelor on the run and one failed marriage and a couple of kids, Na'Varro couldn't rate that enough. When in doubt, go for your gut. In his experience, he wasn't exactly sure if his guts had kark for brains anymore. Maybe they'd learned something.
They were in a standard YT-1300 freighter, a recent purchase which he hoped to upgrade in the near future. Alen was a decent pilot and an amateur mechanic, which came in handy sometimes. Looking out at the blue vortex of hyperspace with his feet on the dashboard, the bearded Dark Jedi reached out with the Force and snagged a beer from the fridge. He didn't bother with the bottle opener, he popped the top with the Force instead. It was a neat party trick, he reflected.
"I've got the strangest craving for McYoda's.." he muttered, wondering where @[member="Kitt Solo"] had gotten to.