A Present for his Mistress.

[Othorious]

Doviculous grinned, perhaps this would be a great way to pass the time, it's not like there was anything better to do. Perhaps we could, it's nice and quiet down here, and I still got some steam to blow off after I kicked that punk ass human across the room. He lightly placed his hands on her shoulders, she was attractive, and so was the other girl, but the other seemed...distant, no matter. It's not like he cared for anyone on this ship.

So, lead the way my dear, you seem so eager. He chuckled a bit, as his hands slowly ran down her arms, and back up again. His eyes shined like fire in the dark hold, adding more to his menacing appearance. He felt something nagging at the back of his mind, or perhaps... Someone. I can feel you... he called out inside his mind, but perhaps he was just getting paranoid.

[The Conman]

So, lead the way my dear, you seem so eager.

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Doneeda finished putting her jacket on. After a few minutes in silence, she decided to speak up, set the record straight.

Dis'no meanin we friends, butcha pickn' up de' brownie poins... She said to Dov, before grabbing her flashlight and heading for the upper decks.

She realized that earlier on in the day, she'd made a point that she didn't trust the man. Even gone so far as to ask Var if she could help her out in a pinch...Doneeda mentally kicked herself. She'd probably be hearing it from Var at least, and possibly Sion.

To top it off, her greatest ally was somebody who, though she'd trust him in "certain" situations, the ones involving life and death weren't on the list. Donnie did realize she'd have to face the music at some point, however.

That point, was right about immediately, she figured, as she turned into the Mess to grab a snack.

[Othorious]

Doviculous stayed ontop of the box even after Donnie rolled off, that was just what he needed. He closed his eyes for a second, the sat up, crossed legged ontop of the box. She asked him if he wanted a smoke, Sure, what the he'll, I could go for one. He grinned, and used the force to snatch one out of the case, and let it rest in his mouth. Before she could offer the lighter, he pointed his index finger at the cig, and a small bolt of lightning struck it, lighting it. He sucked in deeply, letting the cancer inducing goodness enter his system, and exhaled the smoke, creating a cloud around his head.

Heh, this little thing doesn't change anything between us, got it?. He grinned as he continued to smoke, the air soon becoming filled by both's exhaled smoke. I hope this doesn't set something off. He finished his smoke and leaped down off the box, Well, time to head uptop, don't want the others gettin worried. He laughed silently as he quickly gathered his clothes and began to redress himself. After he was fully dressed, he began to meditate once again, a sly smirk slowly formed on his face.

[SionX]

Sion winced as she applied the disinfectant and pain reliever, and growled a bit as he did not ask for her help.He listened to what she had to say and he nodded.

As much disdain I have for you, you did save me, In a way. He sighed, took a moment and continued.

And I would like nothing more than to see that devaronian punk dying on the ground, crying for mercy. He added with a smirk.

If necessary, I will help you against him. Besides, he laughed coldly, It's not like I have anything better to do

[The Conman]

It's not like I have anything better to do

Doneeda walked in as Sion said.

She wasn't entirely certain of how good the soundproofing on the ship was, nor of how loud she'd been. So Donnie figured they probably had a good idea of what was going on. Hopefully.

She noted that Sion was getting his head patched up by Var and headed to a locker and sifted through a few ration packs before choosing one that seemed like it'd taste good.

Donnie leaned over and popped open the heater, tossed it in, and keyed in it's code, the heater automatically doing it's "thing".

She grabbed a chair, spun it around, and sat down on it backwards, Var and Sion in view.

So...How id goooin...

She asked.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Good, I thought you'd see things my way." Var smiled slyly. She was inventive, and thought outside the box. And to a certain extent, she could see Sion was too.

They'd made their alliance, and that was that. Nothing was left to discuss. The Twi'lek initiate leaned back against the wall and nibbled at the ration packet.

She turned to see Donnie returning. "Welcome back." She said in basic before promptly switching back to Twi'leki. "Your taste in men is abysmal and you have no subtlety. I hope you enjoyed yourself at least." Her lekku twitched violently and she shuddered.

[SionX]

Sion looked away as Doneeda entered the room, and shuddered as Var talked to her, he walked up, picked out a pack of rations and started eating it.

Hello, Doneeda.. he said in his usual cold tone he took with anyone he showed disdain for.

[The Conman]

"Your taste in men is abysmal and you have no subtlety. I hope you enjoyed yourself at least." Her lekku twitched violently and she shuddered.

Doneeda nodded slowly, the hum of the heater in the background the only noise for a few seconds. She didn't disagree, she'd had better, she'd had worse. It was an overall good experience, however. Though, the dry spell she'd experienced upon arriving at the temple could have been a factor.

You jealous or sometin'?

Doneeda asked jokingly in basic.

'Cause, I thin' there's more than 'nuff to go roun...

She continued, in basic.

The bell on the heater dinged, and Donnie got up to go remove the pack. After a few seconds of "hot potato", the pack found it's tray and she returned to her seat, plastic fork in her free hand.

Like, I unnerstand, I jus' don' get why yah mad...I didn't do nothin' to yah.

She finished, pulling the plastic covering off the pack and digging into something that smelled like beans.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Jealous?" Var chortled madly. "Why would I be jealous? Unless you seem to think anyone in their right mind would want that.

She shook her head disapprovingly. And really she'd started with such high hopes for the pilot. It seemed her words about trust had fallen on deaf ears. And really, what took more trust than lying on the ground with your pants down?

Still, she'd rather not spend much time thinking about it. The images weren't at all pleasant. Instantly the Initiate switched into 'business mode.'

"While you were 'occupied' I verified our course heading with the actual charts as well. The nav computer works just fine.

[The Conman]

* OOC: Post-Landing Thread is up on Ziost, wrap up whatever you need to here, then move the party over there. It'll be called " But I though it was in stock!"

Doneeda realized they weren't coming off it. Nor were they about to let her off the hook with a joke or two. It was obvious, she'd really pissed them off. Donnie's eyes were glued to a suddenly very interesting spot on the wall.

After a few seconds, she removed herself from the riveting in-depth analysis of the stain and, looking down into her goop she was eating, said quietly in basic.

I'll...

She stopped, perplexed as to where she could run too.

I be up fron'...

Donnie said, getting up and tossing the goop she was eating into the trash receptacle, not looking at anybody as she left the mess.

As Doneeda walked, she considered her situation.

The twi'lek was in foriegn territory at this point. She wasn't used to "fixing" things. Well, more precisely, fixing relationships with other people. Things were a different story, they were easy. People were...weird.

She could understand Var thinking she was a skank. Donnie though Donnie was a skank, it was something she'd come to grips with long ago. She could even understand annoyance, but full on dislike, the young Twi'lek didn't get it.

Then there was Sion. She got why he wasn't pleased with the situation. Totally. That actually made sense. Once again, she didn't know what to actually do about it.

Regardless, the facts were the facts. Doneeda had to make a decision, basically. Would she try to "fix" things, and see just how much more damage her maligned attempts would cause. Or, let it ride.

If she tried to fix things, Donnie surmised, she'd probably end up making Var angrier, which it seemed wasn't something that was overly difficult.

With Sion, she was lost, for a rather simple reason. What transpired in the cargo bay was easy for her. Donnie was used to dealing with brutes. It was a sort of "comfort zone" for her. As such, she'd never had any lasting relationships, nor had she ever had to make a guy like her, or fix anything. She simply hadn't bothered learning how.

The girl shook her head, and detoured to the bunks to grab her bag.

Doneeda went into the cockpit and sat down in the left seat, automatically checking the nav. It was good. She fished out a small bottle of liquor from her pack, and her smokes from her jacket. Donnie lit the death stick, and spun the cap off the small bottle, taking a swig, then leaning the chair back and putting her feat up on the console, figuring it was as good a place as any to hide.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Var had a wry and amused expression on her face. She could tell Donnie was taking her harsh words rather, well, harshly. But then again, the pilot couldn't have been surprised by the response she'd gotten.

The Twi'lek Initiate had warned not to trust anyone. But some people just couldn't play their pazaak cards that close to their chest. That was the difference between the kath hounds of the galaxy and the banthas.

Varulla'aba looked to Sion again. She'd offer a few more quick words of advice before heading to a bunk for meditation, if not full rest.

"Just a few quick words for the journey. Don't start anything. Watch your enemy's moves and only strike when you are the one with the advantage. Tipping your hand too soon could be a problem."

She tossed the wrapper of the ration bar into the waste bin and looked back to the human as she stood in the doorway. "One last thing, don't trust anyone. Ever.

[Othorious]

Doviculous could sense the turmoil between the two Twi'leks, their anger and sadness fueled him, as he thought it would. He slowly transitioned from his cross-legged meditating position, to a standing, more towering stance. Doviculous started to chuckle, but that soon mutated into a malicious laugh that echoed hauntingly through the ship. This was way better than I expected! Such chaos between them.... He laughed one more time, before activating his lightsaber and slicing a small crate in twine, spilling mechanical parts everywhere.

Doviculous calmed down, he couldn't let this sudden power overtake him. He deactivated his lightsaber, and made his way to the corridor that led to the upper levels. He made his way up into the corridor that connected the cockpit, rooms, and the galley, and headed towards his room. As he entered, he sat cross-legged upon the floor, and quickly fell asleep, brought on by the vigorous... 'scene' with Donnie, and just the excitement of the turmoil he caused. As he slept, he dreamt as well, of power, glory, and unspeakable evil.