In Hyperspace, No One Can Hear You Scream

[BD-86]

"I need someone right now to explain to me what on my own ship I just stepped in before we get to Coruscant. Which, by the way, we'll be approaching soon, and therefore we need to get our karking story straight."

The telltale collection of chirps from the open access panel in the wall made it pretty easy to tell who was inside. Given this was how one got in to fix the sublight stabilizer (as well as the echoing sounds of huttese curses) made it pretty easy to guess who ELSE was inside.

As Sindren bemoaned the current state of his boot, as if on cue, BD-86 emerged dragging what looked like… a big clump of matted fur coated in wet sand? The little droid whistled along, turning to deposit the latest retrieval into the growing pile of disposables.

Instead of his carefully contained mound however, BD saw a familiar boot squarely in and on top of it. The droid slowly looked Sindren up and down, as if appraising the situation more thoroughly. After a moment’s pause, he suddenly let loose a quick, agitated-sounding string of beeps and whistles, slapping the wet, sandy clump of something directly on top of Sindren’s already soiled foot before petulantly retreating back into the wall.

[Mana Corrick]

"I need someone right now to explain to me what on my own ship I just stepped in before we get to Coruscant. Which, by the way, we'll be approaching soon, and therefore we need to get our karking story straight."

The telltale collection of chirps from the open access panel in the wall made it pretty easy to tell who was inside. Given this was how one got in to fix the sublight stabilizer (as well as the echoing sounds of huttese curses) made it pretty easy to guess who ELSE was inside.

Before long, a dirty mop of brown hair somehow containing a face pops out of the access panel just as a low hum echoes from the interior. "Jee gut bo kapa chuba, jango?" <Why are you yelling, old man?> Mana asks, pulling herself out of the wall just to lean against it, mucking up the bulkhead with her grease (and whatever other dirt she accumulated from crawling in the machinery).

"Chuba wanga. Bo shmi ta koo cho cho port." <Ship's fixed. At least until we make it to port> she reports, pushing off of the wall to snag a protein-flavored protein bar and digging into it ravenously.

[Tessia Sarn]

"Maybe a little?" There's an ironic twist to Kel's words, and to the little wrinkle of her nose, but that sympathy is still there to soften it.

Tessia sighs, pulling her cap off her head and twisting it in her hands. Her dark hair zigzags about her face in a riot of shaggy locks, "I knew it. I just... it's been a long job and..."

Her eyes dart away, not willing to make eye contact with Kel. "...and I'm ready to be home. I guess." It doesn't take the Force to know that wasn't what she'd orginally planned to say.

"I got…channelfish flavored protein bar, ormachek-flavored protein bar, and…" She pauses, wrinkling her nose at the label. "I guess protein-flavored protein bar? Oh, and a bunch of blue macarons!" she adds, brightening again. "But those, we're gonna split. I haven't had one of those in ages."

Tessia's been between scores often enough to know that you eat when the food's available, even if it's protein-flavored protein bar, so she pays attention, but..."Oh, macarons!" she breathes out, some life and excitement coming back to her eyes. She gestures to the table, taking a seat and encouraging Kel to do the same. "Yes please. I'll eat flavored protein bars, but not if you're going to offer me a share of blue macarons. You found those on the ship? I might have to change my opinion of the quality of on-board accommodations..."

That, of course, is when Captain Sinful (or something) shows up.

"...from excellent to absolutely top-tier, of course!" She beams, flopping her cap back on her head and blowing some of those stray strands out of her face with a puffed out lower lip.

"I need someone right now to explain to me what on my own ship I just stepped in before we get to Coruscant. Which, by the way, we'll be approaching soon, and therefore we need to get our karking story straight."

Coruscant. Home... of sorts. She's got a little squat of an apartment there, not anything most people would consider "home", but at least it's planetside and lacking in sand. Tessia isn't sure what the captain's talking about, but she's curious at what he might have stepped in. She rises from her seat a little way, craning her neck to see the floor. She wrinkles her nose and carefully sits back down in case the goo decides to attack anything that moves too fast.

"It wasn't me, whatever it was. But..."

Instead of his carefully contained mound however, BD saw a familiar boot squarely in and on top of it. The droid slowly looked Sindren up and down, as if appraising the situation more thoroughly. After a moment’s pause, he suddenly let loose a quick, agitated-sounding string of beeps and whistles, slapping the wet, sandy clump of something directly on top of Sindren’s already soiled foot before petulantly retreating back into the wall.

Before long, a dirty mop of brown hair somehow containing a face pops out of the access panel just as a low hum echoes from the interior. "Jee gut bo kapa chuba, jango?" <Why are you yelling, old man?> Mana asks, pulling herself out of the wall just to lean against it, mucking up the bulkhead with her grease (and whatever other dirt she accumulated from crawling in the machinery).

"Chuba wanga. Bo shmi ta koo cho cho port." <Ship's fixed. At least until we make it to port> she reports, pushing off of the wall to snag a protein-flavored protein bar and digging into it ravenously.

"...you might ask them?" she says sweetly, popping a bite of macaron in her mouth and chewing cheerfully. "Jusht a guesh" she adds, a couple of crumbs puffing from her full mouth.