A Twi'lek, a Sith, and a Spaceship

[The Conman]

Donnie tossed the rubber bouncy ball at the wall for what felt like the 900th time.

Thunk...Boof...catch.

The ball ricoched off the wall, hit the floor, then returned to her hand. She sighed. They'd long since left range of the Intergalactic Network, so she couldn't even follow the news on Var. They were in "No-Man's-Land", the area of space leading into the mid-rim, then to the inner rim where coverage would resume again.

The twi'lek's routine for the past few days had been pretty simple. Get up, check the nav logs, adjust the heading if need be...then...do nothing.

She'd found the bouncy ball a few days before, in the cargo bay stashed behind a bin of parts from the ship's overhaul back on tatooine. That was 4 days ago, tatooine. Courscant was still, at least, 3 days away.

That was if they didn't hit traffic coming into the core, and if they got through customs quickly, and if if if.

The long and short of it was that the woman was Bored. Out of her mind. Not only was the run long, it was with Koeing, a Sith. Not that Donnie had anything against the Sith, she just hadn't seen much of the man since the voyage began. Any company would have been better than sitting in the mess, feet up on the table, bouncing a ball off the wall.

The Twi'lek considered getting up, and taking a walk around the ship. Just as she did so, she heard a whoosh from somewhere outside the mess and footsteps.

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Thunk...Thunk...Thunk.. The sound was maddening and there was only one other on this ship, it had to be Donnie making that infernal sound. Unable to sleep he more ran than walked from his quarters looking for her, using his sense he found her in the mess and rushed there to stop the sound. He caught her mid throw and grabbed the ball mid-air with the force and threw it so it bounced around the mess like a pinball. "That's how you bounce the damned thing! That sound has been maddening can't you find something better to do with your hands then throw that infernal thing."

He growled, he didn't much sleep so it made his mood worse but the thought of food tempered that slightly and he moved to sit near Donnie then looked at her as if he were a puppy who couldn't get his own food. "Care to make us something? Havn't eaten in a while as you may have guessed, would be nice."

He yawned and looked around the mess, this ship had become his home over the past months, it started back when he first met them to recover that damned Sith Artifact. Then after it was unfound they returned to Korriban for a short time before his now locked up Apprentice found that it was on Tatooine, that brought up another question what the hell happened to finding that thing. Then he laughed remembering Murkhana and having to rescue Var from the hospital, "So Donnie i never did get a run down about what you and Var were up to on Murkhana, things went to hell so fast did you two enjoy your time out?"

[The Conman]

Donnie ducked to avoid the bouncy ball that had become a near-leathal speed projectile after Koeing's toss. She looked over at him defiantly, there literally wasn't anything better to do on the ship, and he'd just taken away what may well have been an amusement park.

Fo' Yah infoz, dere's beddar tings I kan'do wimmi hanz-

Donnie was about to continue on about them, but realized that she probably shouldn't, fearing Koeing would simply cut them off to stop the racket.

Thankfully, however, the man seemed to glass over her comment and continued on, doing something Donnie was completely unaware was within his emotional spectrum. Now, granted, she did fully expect he had the emotional spectrum of a teaspoon, so anything aside from anger would have surprised her, but what happened next was truly beyond the scope she'd seen thus far.

In the future, many years later, Doneeda would describe Koe's look at that particular moment as one of a small child, asking his mother for something to eat.

It took the woman a moment to realize he was being honest...Koeing hadn't actually eaten in what seemed to be days....

Could the man seriously not make him self a sandwich? He could use a lightsaber, probably in his sleep, use the force in all sorts of weird, wonderful, and twisted ways, but the culinary arts eluded him...

Doneeda, it seemed, had offically seen it all.

After a second or two, she stood up, a sideways smirk on her face, and pushed her lekku back over her shoulders, then took the two strides over to the counter and leaned up against it, and crossed her arms. She cocked her head to the side, the smirk still present, and spoke.

Hannon...Yousa siff, do da forcie stuff anda whoosh -

Donnie gestured with her finger as if it was a lightsaber for a moment.

- stuf, cha mana'tah skape fro'da jeddi anda copz on' merkana, an' lea a lief o' general badazzery...butcha cann' ma' a sammich?

She asked, still awestruck by his inability to feed himself, and somewhat confused.

As usual, however, he glassed over the question and asked another, about Murkhana in particular.

Nah nah nah, I tellin' you bouda planed, soon as choo lemmie kno howda jeddi...or siff...or whoeva', compleley fgo...fahh...frak....whassawor....

Donnie paused, her hand on her chin, in thought about how to say "Forget" in basic.

Fffff...ffffoooggreettt...fogret, how da siff fogret ta be teachin' choo bouda munchies?

She asked, triumphantly, conquering the Basic language with her cunning mind...she thought.