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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 21, 2011 23:00:08 GMT -5
Varulla'aba was sitting in the galley of the freighter semi-affectionately known as 'the bucket' when she heard it. She'd been busy examining the stove before her and the food she was preparing, and had almost missed it at first. The sound was clearly electronic in nature, and was soft but insistent, hardly loud enough to wake the one other occupant of the ship from her slumber. It was coming from further up the corridor, namely the cockpit area. That narrowed down the possibilities completely. Considering the ship had yet to blow up, she doubted it was a warning of doom and gloom. Besides, wouldn't one of those entail flashing lights and klaxons? Probably.
No, considering they were in hyperspace and nearing their destination it could only mean one thing. They were almost to Zeltros.
Yes, it had been an interesting past few days. Var had been faring about as well as could be expected given her circumstances. The pale Twi'lek Sith was very much in love. There had been an incident of sorts on Murkhana when they'd stopped for fuel and supplies. The ship's pilot, Doneeda, had talked Var into a bar, and from there had coaxed several drinks into her. In between bouts of singing, some serious information had been gleaned. For the very first time Var had confessed to another person what had happened to her as a child.
She'd been a slave, and she'd been beaten regularly for years. But that hadn't been the worst of it, that hadn't even been a quarter of her secret shame. The real humiliation that she hid was a rape. She'd been a few days shy of six years old, and she'd been powerless to resist. She'd cried then, and she'd cried when she'd told Donnie. Of course she'd been horribly drunk, otherwise she never would have shared.
The very next morning Donnie had proceeded to tell Koeing, Var's Sith master, and the object of her affections, all about Var's past. She'd always been so careful to keep her past hidden away for very good reasons. It showed the depths of weakness she'd been in, and in a way still was in, and it changed perceptions of her. Who'd see a strong and capable woman when they knew she'd been a scared little girl? As it happened, the answer was Koeing. Donnie had been right to tell him. She'd managed to piece together the circumstances quite fully, and long before Var had figured it out she knew he felt the same way for her she did for him. It was for Var's own good that Donnie shared that information, so Koeing would know a soft touch was needed, so he knew what he would be getting into with Var.
Of course Var hadn't reacted to well. She'd tried to kill Donnie, and had wound up in the hospital. From her bed she'd confessed her love for Koeing, and he'd revealed his own. And everything had been perfect for maybe an hour. Further bliss had been interrupted as Koeing had stayed behind, leaving Var and Donnie to blast off into space. He'd promised to meet them on Tatooine, their ultimate destination.
Somewhere along the line they'd lost the other two members of their party, Sion and Doviculous. Presumably they'd been left behind on Murkhana as well, and Var didn't lament their absence at all. But she did feel somewhat robbed to have love for the very first time, only to be parted from her lover so soon.
Of course the entire first day she'd been sleeping. Healing or not, she was still recovering from nasty head trauma. She'd been drained and exhausted. But with rest, she was doing much better. Well enough to cook breakfast even. One nice thing about being a slave was that she’d learned to cook well enough to avoid being beaten. Breakfast was actually her specialty, and she’d turn the eggs and salted meat in the galley into something more than just ‘edible.’ It would be good, damn good in fact.
The bacon was done, as were the eggs. It was a very simple matter to cut the heat off and run up to the cockpit to address the alarm.
Sure enough, it was the alarm for proximity to their destination. They were coming up on Zeltros. Var slid into the pilot's seat, glancing over the readouts. One minute until the edge of the star system. She counted down the seconds on the display, and pulled back on the lever to return them to realspace just a few seconds early. That was enough to buy them an extra ten to fifteen minutes before reaching the planet itself. She input the correct coordinates to the nav-computer, and it spat out a heading. The Twi'lek then locked the ship in on it and activated the autopilot. Time to wake up Donnie.
Silently, Var slid back out of the seat and walked down the corridor towards the rooms. She was moving a lot more silently and gracefully without the Echani armor she routinely wore. It had been cut apart by doctors, and in the absence of qualified repair personnel Var had switched into the simple black robes she usually wore as pajamas. Generally they came off after she was done getting ready for the day. Now they were staying on.
The door to the living quarters Donnie and Var shared made more noise than the cream-colored Twi'lek did. Only the slight sound of her boots on the smooth deck carried through the stillness.
Once she was up by the bunk, the Sith Initiate reached out and gently laid a hand on Donnie's back and shook her. Last week she might have simply yelled or hit her in the head, but now Var was different. She had a family consisting of the lover of her life, and her new adopted sister. If she did hit Donnie now it would be a friendly cuff. Instead she was simply going to be the rarely seen 'nice Var.'
"Wake up Donnie, I made you bacon and eggs and we're almost there."
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Post by The Conman on Oct 21, 2011 23:21:02 GMT -5
Doneeda groaned when var shook her. She'd been up for the vast majority of the past few days, trying to do what she could from inside the ship. The damage from the fighters wasn't much, but on a freighter with tinfoil for armor, it was enough to make her life miserable. On top of that, once they landed, she'd need to find a new engine. For a 50+ year old freighter.
Needless to say, the younger of the pair hadn't really slept that week. Save for the slumber she was being awakened from now.
Truth-be-told, Donnie hadn't really paid attention to what Var'd said. She wanted to sleep more. But, in her moments awake, a wondrous smell filled the small living space. Salty, and porky.
BACCON
The woman's eyes shot open as if she'd put her leeku in an electrical socket. For the past few...well...ever, Doneeda had been eating largely pre-made food. Fast food, reconstituted, protien sequenced, microwaved, you name it, if she could avoid cooking, Donnie would. Because of this, the twi'lek hadn't had real baccon in longer than she could remember.
The curvacious Twi'lek rolled over. Her faded sorosub shirt and a pair of underwear was all she had on, but it wasn't like Donnie to really care. Koeing was "indesposed" , so that meant that there wasn't anybody to offend.
Ok, you've got my attention.
Donnie said dozily, as she pushed the sheets off, noting her pillow was AWOL, and slid off the bunk. After the manouver, she realized the "view" Var would have had, of her turning over again, putting her legs over one after the other and coming down. With her height, and Doneeda's orientation...
Sorry about the bum in the face there...wasn't thinking...s'early.
Donnie said, managing a smirk.
So...Howabout that baccon!
Donnie asked enthusiastically.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 22, 2011 17:37:36 GMT -5
Donnie's enthusiasm and general eagerness never failed to amuse Var. It even went so far as to captivate her interest. Donnie was in a great many ways the things Var wasn't. Some of them were what she'd liked to have been. Confident, carefree, talented. Var wasn't any of those things in her own estimation. She lacked confidence and was never quite comfortable with her abilities. She had a tendency to fall short of expectations, to be 'wasted' potential in the eyes of her masters, which they'd always let her know. And of course she was often haunted by her past and overly cognizant of her weaknesses, hardly a free spirit.
That hardly hurt their relations though. Donnie was a good friend, her only friend in fact. Var didn't trust easily or often, so she must have seen something special in the other Twi'lek, some reason to grow closer. Maybe it was easier because she wasn't a force user. She was a normal person, and when she was around her Var could be a normal person too, without pressure to be someone powerful or extraordinary in some way. And Donnie was fine with Var being Var.
Maybe that was why it was so easy to consider her a sister and to be 'nice.' Certainly she'd gotten used to her, familiar with her broken Basic and her awkward sleeping attire. There was one difference Var would have trouble crossing over with. She didn't feel comfortable revealing her body. She was the girl who took showers at odd times of day to avoid being seen naked by anyone else, the one who wore fiber armor that covered every inch of her body. Only recently had she even become aware she was beautiful, thanks to Donnie talking her into an outfit of lingerie. Silver-tongued woman...
Var nodded to confirm there was indeed bacon. That was a change of pace Var was glad of too. During her recovery she'd been forced to eat the gunk that came from the synthesizer. It was a bland and vaguely mint-flavored white paste that seemed more suited to brushing teeth than eating. Real food was going to be a very nice change indeed.
"Yeah, bacon and eggs. I'll go put some on a plate for you while you get dressed." Var smiled at Donnie, just to prove she could do that now. She was changed.
The Twi'lek Initiate turned and headed back out to the galley, loading up two plates with the breakfast she'd prepared, then placing one on each side of the small table and sitting down to her own food.
With the first bite she knew she hadn't lost her touch at cooking.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 1, 2011 19:46:30 GMT -5
Donnie gave var a thumbs up, and flipped the light on after she left. She swiftly put on a pair of military green cargo pants. Then, grabbed a shirt. She generally slept in the same on, and selected a tight-fitting one with a Corellian Engineering Co. logo on it.
After swapping her stuff into the new pair of pants, she headed for the Galley. Upon arrival she was greeted by the smell of fresh breakfast, and Var sitting eating.
Mornin'
She said, sliding over to the coffee maker. She grabbed a cup and poured in the cold coffee, then tossed it into the reheater. A few seconds later, she pulled the steaming cup out. It'd been made the day before, to fuel her through her mad repair spree. Thankfully, there was some left over.
So, unless I passed out and it's next week, I'd guess we should be almost to Zeltros, right?
Donnie asked as she plopped herself down across from Var and grabbed her fork, skewering a baccon and taking a bite off the end, savoring the baccony goodness.
A few seconds later, after consuming her strip of baccon, she piped up again.
So, have you ever been to Zeltros before, Var?
Donnie asked, through a mouthfull of egg and toast.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 1, 2011 21:23:54 GMT -5
Mornin'
Var nodded as she looked up from her plate of eggs and bacon, which was about half-finished now. The pale Twi'lek wasn't a slow eater or a fast eater, but she was a deliberate eater. She didn't rush it, and she didn't especially savor it either. Food was just food, and she had some reasonable skill with making it properly. The only thing she truly objected to was the gunk that came from the synthesizer.
So, unless I passed out and it's next week, I'd guess we should be almost to Zeltros, right?
The cream-colored Twi'lek nodded again, swallowing her bite of eggs.
"Yes, we're just a few minutes out. When the proximity alarm goes off I can get us docking clearance if you're still eating."
In that spirit, Var took to her food a bit more heartily, working to finish it all well enough in advance to have the time available to take the controls if need be. It was a little odd to have so few people on a freighter. It just felt a little empty.
But at least the company was good. Donnie was family, or the closest thing to it Var had ever known. Closer than any of the Jedi even, since she'd never shared her story with them.
So, have you ever been to Zeltros before, Var?
"No, we didn't get out much as Jedi. Just a few missions here and there, never anywhere as nice as Zeltros. Then with the Dark Jedi I was cloistered away behind high walls until I joined the Sith. And now? Well, I haven't gotten out much."
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Post by The Conman on Nov 1, 2011 21:51:46 GMT -5
Donnie listened through shoveling alternating mouthfulls of eggs and baccon and toast into herself. Unlike Var, if she liked it, she ate it. Fast.
It was odd, to her. Var was Doneeda's self proclaimed sister. Something that would take some getting used too. The closest thing to family Donnie had had was the people who adopted her. Then promptly turned the girl over to a rotating group of shrinks, nannies, tutors and language teachers. None of which she was ever particularly attached too. They also tended to parade her around whenever they got together with their friends families, as if they were bragging about how they had done " the right thing".
Needless to say, but her experience with family wasn't that great. Now, she also hadn't ever had siblings. Closest thing was her "cousin", a Corellian boy who wanted nothing less than to get into her pants at every opportunity. A pleasure she never afforded him.
However, Var was different. Donnie was willing to give her a shot as "family". Getting to choose family was a luxury afforded to few, and one she wasn't about to turn down. Even if she didn't really know what it entailed.
Well, It's full of casinos, strip clubs, and there's a brothel or four that I know of off the top of my head...
Donnie put the last of her egg on her toast and ate it, chewing while everything sank in.
Oh, also, you wanna see my apartment!?
Donnie asked excitedly, suddenly remembering she also had to pick up her swoop from storage.
Truth be told she wanted to get her crap and go. The apartment was slowly but surely siphoning her credits, and she wasn't planning on returning any time soon. Her plan was to get what she wanted, then let the leasing company just sell off the stuff she left behind.
I gotta grab a few things, an an extra set of arms would really help out a lot, you in?
She finished, taking a gulp out of her coffee.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 2, 2011 23:41:09 GMT -5
Well, It's full of casinos, strip clubs, and there's a brothel or four that I know of off the top of my head...
Var's hand went straight to her face, and caressed her forehead gently. How was it Donnie always knew so much about the dank underbelly of any world? Or even if it wasn't dank or an underbelly on Zeltros... Now there was a frightening thought. A planet where prostitution and sleaze was normal?
The pale Twi'lek Sith was, if anything, a bit of a prude. Before the past few days she'd never even been kissed, she didn't allow it. Her own experience with sex had been anything but healthy, and it had left her hurt. And it made her contemptuous and wary of most things sexual in the galaxy. Brothels or strip clubs, they were both awkward and objectionable to her.
And it was more than a little perplexing how exactly Donnie knew so much about them. It wasn't as if she was a hooker or a stripper- Oh Force. Var blinked a few times. What if she was? That wouldn't surprise her quite sadly...
Oh, also, you wanna see my apartment!?
"More than the brothels," Var replied drily, peering out from between her cream-colored fingers, now resting over her improbably green eyes. They were a light shade, a pale green that seemed to suit her own pale skin. And from what little could be seen of them, she had a slightly weary sense about her thanks to the statement.
She'd decided not to ask Donnie how she knew so much about brothels and strip clubs. The reason was very simple, she didn't want to know. She was better off in ignorance. As they said, it was bliss. And mayber there was something to that.
I gotta grab a few things, an an extra set of arms would really help out a lot, you in?
Var shrugged. It wasn't much of a choice. Stay alone on the empty freighter pining for Koeing, or walk along with her only friend to do something that might take her mind off her worries. There really wasn't any contest.
"All right, I'll go with you. But no brothels, and no strip clubs. We do whatever it is you need done, then we go. Tatooine is waiting for us."
Quite conveniently, after the last bite of bacon and eggs, the proximity alarm went off and Varulla'aba slid out of her seat, dropped her plate into the dishwasher, and headed up into the cockpit. She slid into the right-hand seat, glancing over the displays and staring out at the planet of Zeltros. It was damned colorful, all purples, yellows, pinks, and streaked with white. If she hadn't known better she'd have assumed it was a gaseous planet.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 3, 2011 20:46:38 GMT -5
Donnie let Var go ahead of her to the cockpit, pouring more coffee and tossing her plate in the dishwasher, then headed for the cockpit, to find Var staring at the planet.
She scooted by and plopped herself into the pilot's seat, taking the yoke and flipping the autopilot off.
It's a nice planet, the purple takes some getting used too though.
She said, nodding to the free seat.
You wanna ride shotgun on the descent?
Donnie asked as she typed in ID codes and toggled controls.
The descent was uneventful, thankfully. Apparently Doneeda's make-shift repairs had worked, as she let out a sigh of relief as the ship's landing pads touched down at a spaceport near her apartment.
The spaceport was one of the "cheaper" ones, as was Donnie's neighbourhood. The spaceport wasn't dirty, just run down and old. Flickering lights, stained walls. It also didn't take the ship's registry number.
Donnie wasn't about to go explaining why she was dodging such things, but it did give her a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing that there was a layer of anonymity to their visit.
She flicked a few switches and the ship was safe to disembark.
Allrightie, I live about a 10 minute walk from here, we can grab a repulsor-skiff from the loading bay here and just drag it with us, I don't have that much crap. Figure we should get goin' as soon as we can, don't want to waste too much time.
Donnie paused, pulled her pack of smokes out of her pocket and dug her lighter out of her bra, then lit the smoke, and returned everything to it's correct place.
That's unless you want to have some fun tonight, there's some decent places to party here....Don't worry, I won't drag you out to a strip club or something.
Doneeda reassured.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 3, 2011 21:46:05 GMT -5
You wanna ride shotgun on the descent?
Irrelevant question as Var was already sitting in the copilot's seat, not that it mattered as the controls were exactly the same in each. But regardless of that, the trip down to the planet's surface was thoroughly uneventful, with prompt docking clearance and a typical descent down into the docking bay, which, she guessed from staring out the window, was a dingy third-rate facility. Clearly Donnie didn't live in the high-rent district.
Allrightie, I live about a 10 minute walk from here, we can grab a repulsor-skiff from the loading bay here and just drag it with us, I don't have that much crap. Figure we should get goin' as soon as we can, don't want to waste too much time.
"Right," Var agreed, reaching into the pocket of her dark robes and pulling out the black leather gloves she typically wore with her armor. She pulled them over her hands one at a time, then verified her lightsaber was hanging from her belt, where she could get at it in a hurry if need be.
Of course they said Zeltros was paradise, a place without violence where everyone was relaxed and happy. Var didn't believe one word of it. There was danger everywhere, provided you knew what to watch for. And the more people you had there, the worse it was.
That's unless you want to have some fun tonight, there's some decent places to party here....Don't worry, I won't drag you out to a strip club or something.
Var raised one of the eyebrows tattooed onto her skin. Now that was a bit rich. Party? Really?
"Donnie, you saw what happens when I drink," Var stated as she rose from the seat and walked back down the corridor. "What makes you think I want to break down and start crying again?"
The cream-colored Twi'lek stepped down into the hold, and then crossed it to reach the ramp. None-too-gently she hit the button to lower it and waited on the whirring machinery to do its part.
"And I remind you, we have a mission to do. And the sooner we get to Tatooine... the sooner I can see Koeing again."
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Post by The Conman on Nov 3, 2011 22:43:09 GMT -5
Right. Koeing, you, important mission. Gotcha.
She said, realizing she was getting sidetracked by the excitement that was Zeltros. Granted, she didn't live in the exciting part, she lived in an area of endless high-rise apartment blocks. They weren't ill-maintained, but not the best in the city. The rent was reasonable, the neighbours were nice ( mostly ) , and, importantly, nobody asked any questions.
As the taller twi'lek slinked past var, she started speaking while walking towards the cargo bay.
Ok, so, once we get the crap, I'll go back and grab my swoop. Then, we should be able to be on our way.
----- 20 minutes later -----
Donnie swiped the access card for a third time, the door beeping and a red light flicking on for a moment.
I'll get it this time, there's a bit of a technique to it.
She said, swiping slightly slower. As if by some sort of devine providence, the door's green light flicked on and a light click was heard, just before the door whooshed into the wall, and the lights coming on in the medium sized apartment.
None of the built-in over head blue tinged lights came on. Doneeda didn't like them. They were too bright. Instead, she'd wired up a series of lamps. To the left of the entrance was a wall, that ran to the other end of the apartment and ended in the kitchen and outer wall.
The living room was immediately to their right. There was a TV on the wall at the other side of the room, and a pair of couches between them and it, one in front of it, the other on the wall that the door opened into. Between the couches was a metal coffee-table with various parephenalia on it, as well as disassembled electronics and a tool kit that was sitting open on it.
The couches were obviously side-of-the-road finds, as was the shelving beside the TV and the table. The lamp, a floor standing one, was pieced together from what looked to be 5 different ones. Over head, the majority of the lighting came from strings of either multi-coloured holiday lights, or yellow-tinged lights with beer cans as shades over the bulbs. They were strung from one end of the apartment to the other, crisscrossing.
The lamps all had yellow-tinged bulbs in them, not overly yellow, but enough to make them easy on the eyes.
Moving past the livingroom, the kitchen began. Unlike a kitchen that was actually used, Donnies was put to use for a different job. Disassembling engines and small repulsor parts. the sink was full of the residue of an engine degreaser, there were engine parts all over the counter, the cuboards had become storage for tools and spare parts and the stove had a wide pot on it that covered all the burners. It was for setting enamel.
There were two doors off the opposite ( right ) side of the unit. One, just short of the kitchen, and the other beside the TV. The one near the kitchen was Donnie's bedroom. The other, was the washroom. The only real seating was the couches, and a pair of stools in the kitchen used for working on projects. On the numerous shelves that lined the walls there were spare parts, large and small, electronics in varying states of repair, and stacks of data disks.
The floor was, at one point, some kind of wood, but had been so beaten and abused over the years it looked more like a skating rink. The unit was clean, just highly disorganized. If one was to look carefully, they'd be able to pick out the drugs as well, with "usage devices" resting on the coffee table, two or three places on shelves, and in a few of the cuboards.
Doneeda stepped in, glad to be back, if only to grab her things.
Well, this is home.
Donnie said, pocketing the keycard.
Or was, I guess.
She said, compiling what she'd need to take in her head as she looked around what was her favorite pad in her life so far.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 3, 2011 23:21:49 GMT -5
Var peered into the apartment, looking past the taller and younger Twi'lek and into the depths of the room. What she saw was somehow not as bad as she'd expected. The shelves and the couches were obviously second-hand- Well, more like third-hand. And there were lights made out of beer cans. The kitchen was cluttered with bits of machinery rather than food. But apart from that, it was surprisingly clean and neat.
Somehow Var had been expecting a total sty. What she'd gotten was a grungy but relatively neat abode. To be fully honest, she wasn't sure how she'd do with a place of her own. She had very little in the way of possessions, just her armor, her clothes, and her lightsaber. And of course the crystal Koeing had given her just a few days previously. As a Jedi she'd never had anything but a small room, barely a closet, and a few changes of clothes. Money had always been hard to come by as well, and it had taken her months to scrape up enough as a Jedi to sneak away from her master and join the Dark Side with her friend...
She'd killed him a few years later, when they'd both been changed so much as to be unrecognizable. Var wondered if there was anything of that young Padawan left in her. Regardless, he'd been her last friend all the way up until Donnie.
Now she had a friend again. A weird friend to be sure, but still a friend.
Varulla'aba stepped inside and paused right next to the table, casually glancing down at its decor. That was an interesting piece of glass... She reached down with a gloved hand and examined it more closely.
"This is an interesting vase Donnie-" Var stopped short and her eyes widened as she realized it wasn't a vase. Hurriedly she set it back down and backed away from the table.
"All right, what do you need to move?"
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Post by The Conman on Nov 3, 2011 23:42:56 GMT -5
Doneeda looked around, surveying the room as she had a think.
The majority of the machinery, while she'd like to take it for spares, wasn't useful in it's current state. So that was out, she'd pick and choose a few odds and ends she could use immediately, but the rest was just going to stay where it was.
One sec.
She mused, heading for her bedroom. She opened the door and was greeted by her room. As she left it. After a night of drinking and shennagans, needless to say there was stuff everywhere. However, the twi'lek quickly found what she was after, a pair of baskets of clean clothes. She slid them out the door into the main area, before taking a quick once over to make sure she didn't miss anything.
After a moment, she nodded, grabbed a bra off the floor and tossed it out ahead of her, then pointed at the pair of baskets.
Those can go with us...aaand everything on the table, including the "vase".
Donnie said, with a slight gffaw at the end.
The taller of the pair walked back into her room and dumped her dirty laundry basket over, and slid it out.
Doneeda pointed to one of the shelves beside the TV.
There's a bunch of data-disks over there, bring 'em.
She said, as Donnie slid a stool over to the wall and stood on it, removing a string of beer-can-lights from the ceiling at one end, then moving to the other and repeating the process.
I gotta bring these, they're way to cool to leave here.
She mused, tossing them into the empty basket, then heading to the kitchen and opening cupboards and pulling down seemingly random small parts, and holding onto them in her arms.
There should be a tool box near the couch, put it beside the basket I'm filling, it's important.
She said without looking, now sifting through data disks.
After finishing, Donnie tossed a handfull into the basket, along with about 30 seemingly random parts, before disappearing into her room again.
The twi'lek went to the back of it, opened the closet, and pulled out her swoop suit. A form-fitted, armor plated, duraplast kidney and back protected work of leather art. It was jet black, with orange highlights around the armor, which protected her knees, elbows, wrists, shins, thighs, tailbone to top of her neck and around her lower back to her kidneys.
Doneeda looked at herself in the mirror, remembering why she'd paid to have the suit form-fitted as soon as she did so. luckily for her, she hadn't "grown" anywhere, so it still fit like a glove.
With that, she exited her room, and tossed the clothes she'd been wearing into one of the baskets.
So. Var. You ever been on a swoop before?
She asked.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 4, 2011 22:53:51 GMT -5
Those can go with us...aaand everything on the table, including the "vase".
Var folded her arms stubbornly and frowned as she coolly replied. "Donnie, I am not carrying your drug stuff." That was that. No amount of persuasion was going to get her carrying along the drug paraphernalia.
The Twi'lek Initiate had a very low opinion indeed of mind-altering substances. They were... crutches? Well she was strong enough to get by with her own nightmares and scars without the use of substances. For people who had less to run from to rely on these substances? That was just sickeningly weak, and it was a choice to be weak.
Or else it was a choice to be irresponsible. That wouldn't have surprised Var any, since she preferred to think of Donnie as irresponsible rather than weak.
There's a bunch of data-disks over there, bring 'em.
Var obliged on that count, swiping the piles of disks into the basket she was holding. Of course she had no idea what was on them. Pirated music? Smut? Language programs? Who knew.
With that dealt with, Var stared at Donnie again, awaiting the next instruction.
I gotta bring these, they're way to cool to leave here.
"Too cool?" Var queried, eyebrow raised and one eye narrowed. "It looks like you pulled it out of a trashcan and hot-glued it to the wall."
Friend or not, by no stretch was Var charming.
There should be a tool box near the couch, put it beside the basket I'm filling, it's important.
The pale Twi'lek did grab the box, and placed it right next to the basket. She resisted the urge to open it, largely because she really didn't want to know what Donnie considered important.
Further thought was cut short when Var turned to see Doneeda emerging from the depths of apartment again. And her jaw hung open at what she was seeing. She'd known Donnie was well-built, but this drove that point home to a shocking degree. For the first time around her, Var truly felt inadequate. Involuntarily her hand reached up to her own breasts and she shifted her weight awkwardly. The racing suit Donnie was wearing was even more skin-tight than Var's armor, and it hugged every single curve on the much-taller Twi'lek's body.
So. Var. You ever been on a swoop before?
"I, uh," Var blinked a few times and lowered her hand from her breasts. "No."
She was still a bit thrown by the suit. And a little jealous to be honest. OK, more than a little. She didn't have that kind of body. If Donnie was built like a racing airspeeder, Var was built like a sedan. A two door coupe at least, but nothing to compare with.
"I've never been on a swoop," Var said, recovering somewhat now.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 4, 2011 23:12:07 GMT -5
Donnie raised an "eyebrow" when var's hand went to her boob, thinking she had something on her she instinctively brushed off the one on the same side, looking down and realizing there wasn't anything. The taller of the pair shrugged it off and moved on, not really knowing what was going on between her cream-coloured companion's ears.
Though var wasn't built as "well" as Doneeda was, to some, she was envious of Var's colouration. Doneeda's patched together skintone, with it's dots on her chest and back, the random white shapes that appeared on her shoulders and leeku when she was tanned, and a variety of shades of brown, was one of the few things she wasn't actually proud of.
The Twi'lek had heard from one of the families expensive doctors, that it was because of selective breeding by the hutts. As a kid, she'd been mostly a terra-cotta colour, but started getting patterns of varying shades when she started puberty. Eventually, the dots showed up, a light dusting of half inch, almost invisible white dots across her chest and back. Then she got some sun. Everything "popped" suddenly.
The almost invisible white dots and shapes on her leeku and tops of her shoulders became prominent, the differences between her colours became sharper and more contrasting. It wasn't that she didn't like it. It was more that she would have preferred to be green. Or yellow. Or baige. Or just a solid colour.
Coming back to reality,Donnie shook her head at Var. The girl had her oddities, she gave the woman that.
Well, You wanna? we'll get this stuff back pretty quick with the skiff, and I gotta fly the swoop over and put it in the ship, so you can hop on the back if you want.
The swoop would easily seat two, and it'd be a one trip affair to get her "stuff" to the ship, so after going back she'd just fly the swoop and drop the key off with the property company on the ground floor. As good an excuse as any to fly, to her.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 5, 2011 21:35:28 GMT -5
Well, You wanna? we'll get this stuff back pretty quick with the skiff, and I gotta fly the swoop over and put it in the ship, so you can hop on the back if you want.
Var wasn't entirely sure what to make of that offer. She wasn't all that keen on it, but... It would be faster than walking. And friends were supposed to trust each other. Maybe she just needed to put a little trust in Donnie, and rely on her not to wreck the swoop.
Yes, that's what she'd do, in the name of friendship.
"All right Donnie. That sounds like a plan." Please don't make me regret this...
The remainder of the moving went rather quickly, with the loading of the sled being the most difficult part. Luckily, Donnie didn't have that many possessions to haul, which was quite fortunate when Var was still recovering from her injuries. You didn't simply walk off a fractured skull, even if the immediate damage had been repaired. Her endurance was severely limited.
But they managed to get everything back to the Bucket properly. At which point, Var had to admit she was tired. She felt worn, and stretched. And sad as it was, she needed time to relax. And... And she wanted another drink.
"Donnie, do you, uh, think we could get a drink before long?"
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Post by The Conman on Nov 8, 2011 23:41:55 GMT -5
Doneeda finished putting the last of her things into the hold on the ship. It'd been a pretty quick move, she didn't have a lot of stuff, and Var had been pretty helpful. Even if it'd obviously taken "it" outta her.
Doneeda looked over at her cream coloured companion. She looked beat. Moreso than she should have from the level of exertion that'd happened. Though she wasn't a doctor, it was pretty obvious to Donnie that Var's injury was probably to blame for that. She wanted to take Var for a ride on the swoop, but, given her current situation, didn't want to postpone the departure any longer than necessary.
The younger of the pair figured Var would probably want to be with, and feel better around, Koeing. Also, while Zeltros was a nice place to visit, it wasn't exactly brimming with spares at cheap prices. The bay Donnie had chosen also wasn't nearly full service, so they'd have to move to be able to repair the blast damage to the ship from her escape from Murkhana.
More and more, as Doneeda moved the last of her things and surveyed, making sure she hadn't left anything, she just wanted to get moving. Zeltros was a memory, a short one. She'd "lived" there all of three months. Three very good months, but three months none the less. The last 6 had been a roller coaster. From Smuggling spice on Corellia, to working with the Sith.
The woman shook her head as she heard Var.
Donnie, do you, uh, think we could get a drink before long
Donnie's eyebrow ( area ) popped up.
D'yah mean like...water, or, you know, a drinkie-drink?
She asked, motioning upto the galley, while leaning on the stairway upto the front of the ship.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 10, 2011 11:37:18 GMT -5
The movement of Donnie's face wasn't lost on Var. She was rather perceptive, and generally attentive to what was going on. While no expert at reading emotions, she got the general idea. Surprise. And possibly a judgment being made?
She didn't like that, and she didn't need that. Assuming she was right of course and there was some judging in that gaze. Not that Donnie had any right to when she drank. And smoke. And apparently did drugs.
Var blinked. Was she, a Sith, really making value judgments? That was surreal. But then again, she did still have values. They were just warped and twisted in a way. She'd learned to look down on mercy and compassion, and only recently had she dared to let any of her better nature be revealed. Her soul wasn't black. It was more grey. That was why she hid it away, because she had the closely-guarded belief that she would be just as unsuccessful as a Sith as she was at everything else...
The pale Twi'lek woman banished that thought and forced herself back to that drink she wanted and the expression on Doneeda's face.
"The latter," Var answered as she folded her arms. "But don't look at me like that. I just want a drink, it's been a long day and I need to relax. I'm not an alcoholic or anything."
Of course Donnie knew that. Var's binge back on Murkhana had really been at her instigation. Though why exactly she didn't know. Donnie had simply persuaded her to start drinking, and she'd kept doing that until she passed out.
This time would be different. She'd have one or two drinks, be relaxed, and then they'd get back on the ship and go to Tatooine. And everything would be better there. Var would hunt down her cruel master and kill him, then she'd take her place again by Koeing's side, and she'd stay there happily. It would be far better than the rest of her life had been. For once, things would go well, would go her way.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 20, 2011 10:36:06 GMT -5
Donnie let out a laugh.
Then reigned herself in. Var didn't like to be laughed at, but her comment was humorous to the taller of the pair.
Whoa there, back the truck up. I'm the alky here, and you don't get to take my title, so don't start thinkin' you can.
Doneeda joked, trying to lighten the mood. She wasn't sure about Var's "situation" regarding booze, which was the reason for her look earlier on. It wasn't that she thought anything of her wanting to drink. More like she wasn't sure how to broach the topic properly.
Anywho, sounds like a plan, I know a place-
Donnie wanted to make sure of something.
- An APPROPRIATE place, that we can go. No crazyness, it's a pub that serves amazingly good onion rings....and I do mean amazing. If you've had onion rings, these are something else. You've got no idea, it's like a battergasm mixed with a punch in the face of flavour. It's like a locomotive full of screaming babies crashing into a spacecraft carrier...and the locomotive is on fire. It's like shaving your chest with a lawnmower...no, wait, that's their mixed drinks...
Doneeda explained excitedly. Where she had in mind really was, easily, her favourite place in the galaxy to for food or drink. They also had live podracing, which was something she hadn't seen in what felt like a milennium. Sure it was piped in on view screens, but it was live, and they turned the other way about betting.
So, whaddya say? Sound good?
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Nov 26, 2011 0:17:10 GMT -5
"Uh, right," Var said drily with a perplexed expression on her face. It was quite safe to say she'd never heard a description quite like that one before, and equally safe to say she didn't want to again. Sometimes Donnie seemed a little... crazy.
Then again, Var herself had no room to talk about crazy. Her own baggage was so excessive... No. She wasn't going to think about, she wasn't going to let the memories of her own darkness taint what she had at the present moment. She'd draw from them later, in the darkest hours of the night when she wanted to soak in her resentment and her bitterness. Her anger was, more than anything else, pain turned outward. She had to be in touch with her pain to be in touch with her power. It was perverse, and it was unhealthy. But it was the way it was.
Sometimes in her darkest days, when she was alone in the Dark Jedi, she'd thought about ending her own existence. How easy it would have been to take her lightsaber and drive it into her own heart... All that suffering could have been gone. But now, like a light in the darkness she had something to live for. Hell, she even had something approaching normalcy. Like any normal woman her age, she had a best friend, she had someone to love, who loved her in return. She just happened to be a Sith.
How had that happened? How had Varulla'aba wound up where she was now? Sometimes it confused even here, when she'd been there every step of the way. It was her life after all, yet she'd been unable to control it for so long. She'd been the prisoner to events for too long. Now was her chance to live.
"All right, take me to these onion rings."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 1, 2011 21:12:43 GMT -5
Doneeda suppressed a giggle.
As soon as she heard what Var said, her mind immediatley went to the campy alien invasion movies, she'd seen in her youth.
" Take me to your leader.".
Either way, there would be onion rings, beer, podracing, and the ever-present question of weather or not the establishment actually passed it's health inspection.
Alright, sounds good...
Donnie responded, heading for the door.
-- 5 minutes, 36 seconds later --
Donnie came to a stop in front of a dilapidated looking pub. The establishment was on the smaller side, with a black and gold motif, and a white and yellow neon sign over the door, saying simply " Dive".
Whelp, it's still here, that's a relief.
Donnie said, half expecting the place to be out of business.
She turned and walked in the door.
The inside was worn, but cozy, with a Zeltron woman who one would prefer to look at from behind, manning the bar.
So far as it's interior, it was standard pub, dark, slightly dingy, and, most importantly, had a number of flat screen monitors hanging from the ceiling. Some had live podracing, some had what looked to be gladatorial fights.
There were a hand full of patrons present, none Doneeda recognized.
It didn't matter really, she just wanted to eat. She motored over to the bar, and took a seat at it, in front of a monitor currently showing the Season's standings for the Professional Podracing League. The bartender, a purple Zeltron with an athletic build, walked over, a crooked grin forming on her face as she approached.
Dooonnniiee??
She asked, slowly, not entirely sure who she was looking at.
Yah, ess me, 'ow goez Cellia?
Donnie asked, knuclkebumping the woman and returning the smile.
Cellia looked over at Var, and raised an eyebrow.
New girlfriend?
She said, nodding to her.
Hah, nah, frien' ah mine tho'. Var, dis Cellia, Cellia, Var.
Cellia nodded, and smiled warmly.
Well then, any friend of Donnie's is a friend of mine, welcome to the Dive. What'll the pair of yah have?
Donnie thought for a moment, then responded.
Ahh, so'dem Onigeeon rins, anda boddle ah da Smugglerz ran.
Cellia nodded.
Allright, set of piston rings and degreaser, what'll you be havin' tonight, hon?
She said, looking over at var.
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