Post by Ysmir on Jun 19, 2020 12:07:19 GMT -5
This Yanna was twitchy, that much was for sure. The more he observed her, her mannerisms, her ticks, the more he began to paint a picture. She was self-sufficient enough to find her way here somehow, but it seemed like she relied heavily on her companions more than your average Jane. T3-Z0 appeared on the surface to be your average utility droid, but with some more specialized programming that allowed him to operate as something of an "anchor" for the woman if she ever found herself in hysterics.
The fwit was just an asshole, but he wouldn't tell her that.
When Zozo returned to Yanna's side, T7 -- happy with having mode proper introductions -- rolled off to the rear of the ship to perform some regular maintenance and check-ups in case they decided to take off anytime soon, and also to simply keep himself occupied. Jack listened intently to Yanna.
His brow perked upward. Teth wasn't exactly the most hospitable planet in the Galaxy, but was certainly more so than Circumtore. At least, when it was still intact. It made some modicum of sense, and he felt a pang of guilt and sympathy for the fidgety woman upon learning of her origins. Jack followed her with his eyes when she made her way to the seat, glad that she was somewhat comfortable enough to do so. The music faded out as the playlist ran its course, replacing the ambiance in the ship with the collective sounds of clicking motivators and beeping consoles, as well as the underlying hum of the primed engines.
Yanna's ramblings were hard to follow, and she offered little in the way of detail. But Jack was astute enough to piece together some clues. A trip to Prazhi -- he saw her pupils dilate and her lip hitch. Something bad must have happened -- could explain the fearfulness, or that was just always there. Hard to tell. Despite filling some of the blanks with his assumptions, it was still a relative mystery how she came to wind up here when re-routed to Nar Shaddaa, of all places. But despite her lack of eloquence, Jack didn't hold it against her. It was clear from the situation they found her in and from the way she spoke that she had been through quite a bit of hardship in a relatively short span of time. The same could be said for almost any sentient on Circumtore, but he didn't happen to run afoul of them in an alleyway like he had with Yanna. He shrugged as he looked to Vivi.
"Neutrality's an attractive thing right now," he stated matter of fact, lifting a hand to scratch at his stubble gently, "most of the Galaxy's at each other's throats with everything goin' on. Prazhi's a place where that doesn't happen -- at least, not as often. Stuck up or not, it makes sense for someone wantin' to lay low."
Jack had considered swinging by there himself at one point, but he didn't necessarily need to lay low. Unless absolutely necessary, all Prazhi represented to him was a risk. Too much security, too much scrutiny. He couldn't afford to have his baby impounded.
Standing from his leaning position, he kept his arms crossed. "Work, you said?", he asked, leveling a curious but genuine glance at Yanna.
"What kinda work do you do?"
The fwit was just an asshole, but he wouldn't tell her that.
When Zozo returned to Yanna's side, T7 -- happy with having mode proper introductions -- rolled off to the rear of the ship to perform some regular maintenance and check-ups in case they decided to take off anytime soon, and also to simply keep himself occupied. Jack listened intently to Yanna.
His brow perked upward. Teth wasn't exactly the most hospitable planet in the Galaxy, but was certainly more so than Circumtore. At least, when it was still intact. It made some modicum of sense, and he felt a pang of guilt and sympathy for the fidgety woman upon learning of her origins. Jack followed her with his eyes when she made her way to the seat, glad that she was somewhat comfortable enough to do so. The music faded out as the playlist ran its course, replacing the ambiance in the ship with the collective sounds of clicking motivators and beeping consoles, as well as the underlying hum of the primed engines.
Yanna's ramblings were hard to follow, and she offered little in the way of detail. But Jack was astute enough to piece together some clues. A trip to Prazhi -- he saw her pupils dilate and her lip hitch. Something bad must have happened -- could explain the fearfulness, or that was just always there. Hard to tell. Despite filling some of the blanks with his assumptions, it was still a relative mystery how she came to wind up here when re-routed to Nar Shaddaa, of all places. But despite her lack of eloquence, Jack didn't hold it against her. It was clear from the situation they found her in and from the way she spoke that she had been through quite a bit of hardship in a relatively short span of time. The same could be said for almost any sentient on Circumtore, but he didn't happen to run afoul of them in an alleyway like he had with Yanna. He shrugged as he looked to Vivi.
"Neutrality's an attractive thing right now," he stated matter of fact, lifting a hand to scratch at his stubble gently, "most of the Galaxy's at each other's throats with everything goin' on. Prazhi's a place where that doesn't happen -- at least, not as often. Stuck up or not, it makes sense for someone wantin' to lay low."
Jack had considered swinging by there himself at one point, but he didn't necessarily need to lay low. Unless absolutely necessary, all Prazhi represented to him was a risk. Too much security, too much scrutiny. He couldn't afford to have his baby impounded.
Standing from his leaning position, he kept his arms crossed. "Work, you said?", he asked, leveling a curious but genuine glance at Yanna.
"What kinda work do you do?"
