Ni Ceta

Stretching as she left the refresher, Mevia Viszla adjusted her belt one final time. Carrying her rifle on her back, the beskar'gam clad Chiss walked towards the bridge. She was supposed to be crusading right now! When her mother told her, forced her, to go on a training mission with her aunt, Mevia sighed. She loved her auntie, but her willingness to assist those blasted Je'tii at Rodia had put her off. The Mandalorian mentor who taught her to use her jetpack had been a favorite trainer growing up. They both were less organized than the rest of their family, and Mevia enjoyed auntie's more upfront yet casual personality. It would be nice to go out with her again, but right now? As the Enclave was finally rising the old Mandalorian glory? It felt like a waste of time.
As she entered the bridge of the ship, she sighed as she saw that they were still in hyperspace. Clenching her buy'ce in her hand, Mevia approached the pilot's seat where

"Still not there?"
She huffed, crossing her arms. She didn't even know where they were going! Annoyed, she complained, "It's felt like hours."
She paused for a moment, a trickle of guilt in her as she looked to Shai. It... still had been ages since they last went out together. Perhaps, she shouldn't be so prickly. Even if her auntie confused her these days, she still loved her. "Look..."
She sighed, "It's not like I don't look forward to training with you. I'm just really focused on stuff in the Enclave right now."
She offered a tiny smile to Shai, briefly, as she spoke, "But it's been a while since you've trained me, and I do look forward to it."
Her face returned to her usual "neutrality" as she flopped onto the co-pilot's seat. She adjusted her rifle again as she asked, "You never told me where we're headed..."