The Woeful Tale of an Unfortunate Mugger, or: Stupid Girl for Fun and Profit

[Fable Merrill]

Fable blinked and sat up, stretching her back out. "I knyaaaaa... know. Somebody said... a thing about Dathomir I wanna follow up on. So I left a note." She explained cheerfully. "My memory isn't the greatest, but I'm working on it. The coordinates are for the backwater I work at."

When Fabula offered her a dreadful choice, the teen choose the more engaging of two options and slowly stood. "I'd love to watch and see if I can learn anything." She offered cheerfully. A catnap had done wonders for her mental stability.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Ah, that was hardly the thing to tell her. Out of all of the things Fabula denied expertise in, one of the things she was right to deny was that she was anything like a pilot. She knew how to do a takeoff and landing procedure in a clear area and fly on easy paths. Handling turbulence was distinctly out of her jurusdiction. But...chances were that Fable didn't know anything about flying, so anything at all that Fabula could teach her would literally be better than what she already knew. Without even verbally degrading herself, Fabula nodded.

"Alright, but please try to remember that this is just departure and hyperspace. I'm sorry, but I don't pretend to be any kind of authority on stunt flying." Okay, almost without verbally degrading herself. She took a few steps towards the cockpit, not even shivering when her bare feet touched cold steel. She waited for Fable to follow then stopped by a console just inside the front of her ship. "This is the hyperdrive computer. The second I told it the coordinates you gave me, it started calculating every possible obstacle between here and there."

The screen glowed with information, surrounded in buttons and a full keyboard. Like most of the shipboard computers, it was networked, though it was locally connected to something else. Fabula's finger pointed to one green light by the screen, directly adjacent to a line of code. "When this shines, the course has been plotted. They offer a ton of calculation information, but that's useless to me. I'm not a mathematician."

Turning, she took a seat at the control console behind her, then tapped the copilot's chair. "Please, have a seat."

 

[Fable Merrill]

[member="Fabula Cavataio"]

Fable wasted no time in plonking her butt down in the second seat and buckling in, looking over the beeping console and flashy displays with intent interest. She had no idea what most of these things did, but heck - the last time she'd been in a ship, she hadn't even been allowed to SEE the cockpit! The people who flew these things must really be something! Plotting courses and probabilities, calculating trajectories down to the barest of margins. Rather amazing.

Fable struggled enough with her basic lessons, ESPECIALLY mathematics. This console might as well be filled with wizards doing dark magic for all she understood. But that didn't mean that she couldn't be properly mystified by all of it.

Sitting upright in her seat, Fable remembered that she should be trying to learn a thing from her new friend, and focused her attention intently on whatever Fabula was doing. Watch the movements, understand the purposes, and maybe replicate it at a future date. That was the way to go. In a slightly catlike manner, Fable didn't even realize that she was more or less staring wide-eyed at Fablua and her hands like some sort of wide-eyed spaz. She was retaining information, trying to comprehend something new, and would not be discouraged by her complete lack of technical capability.