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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 21:32:19 GMT -5
"I think I've learned my lesson about rushing things." Rena responded wryly. Before she could see more, Oskara poked her head into the lounge. "Oh, captain. B'uara here recommended landing in the city of Nabat. He's offered up fuel and maintenance in return for us saving him. I'm not sure what your plans are, but it sounds like a good deal to me. We could use any help we can get right now."
She didn't have much to inject into the rest of their conversation, continuing to clean the lounge for the time being.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 21:40:13 GMT -5
Oskara nodded sternly, turning to face the exit of the lounge. "I'll let Pash know. Take this time to finish cleaning and exploring what you will of the ship." As she exited, she left Rena with one last piece of advice. "Leave the worst of the rooms for Pash," she laughed, the first attempt at humor that she had shown since Rena had met her.
"If you do not mind," Bu'ara started, rising to his bare feet, "I would rest in one of the crew chambers. A small nap before Ryloth," he shrugged.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 21:47:05 GMT -5
Rena blinked in surprise at Oskara's joke, "For... Pash? Uh... sure." She wasn't about to argue that offer. No sooner had one Twi'lek left than the next was asking to go. "...Certainly. I don't believe any of them have been picked out for any particular person yet." She saw no issue with him using a room.
Left alone, she continued working on the lounge, cleaning it as much as she could. Once that was done to a sufficient degree, she decided to check in on the state of the refresher. If it was in any decent state, she'd make use of the sonic shower to clean off from the filth of the lounge. Once cleaned, she'd gather her the bag she'd left up in the cockpit and then try to scout out a room for herself.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 21:55:53 GMT -5
Of the rooms in the Nighthawk, the refresher was the cleanest. A quick, refreshing sonic shower later left Rena sweat and dirt free, the sand of Tatooine that had clung to her hair having simply evaporated under the vibrations of the sonic.
Pash seemed focused on his duties in the cockpit, too focused to notice Rena. He was underneath one of the consoles, a panel pried free and his upper body deep within it. While he wasn't particularly skilled in the art of mechanics, he knew enough about ships that he could make due. Plus it would help him in the long run if he knew where everything was, for when things eventually got broken.
As she walked back down the hall, which seemed significantly clean than when she had gone into the refresher, four doors were on her left, and three on her right. The three led to the galley, the refresher, and then the lounge. To her left was a cabin that already bore the name Oskara written in standard aurebesh, then the one beside it had the name Pash written on it. The third one down from the cockpit had her name, and the one at the end of the hall had Sasha's. Someone had gone through the trouble to create labels for each room, and a quick inspection of her own room showed that B'uara had not chosen it to sleep in.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 22:02:41 GMT -5
Rena sighed in relief as she entered into her room and sat on the bunk. Her bag was dropped onto the floor and she looked around the room, taking in her new living quarters. "Well. It's not the nicest room I've ever had, but it certainly beats Teemo's palace."
Perception: 0 Success, 3 Advantage
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 22:18:12 GMT -5
While her brief glance around the room didn't reveal much, it wasn't her eyes that needed to pick anything up, but rather her ears. She may not have noticed it right away, but after enough time Rena might realize that her room was quiet. Pash's was positioned right beside the shield generator, giving him a lovely, perpetual hum that kept the ship safe to keep him company. Oskara was right beside the cockpit, and could hear virtually everything that went on in there, including the blips and beeps of the consoles as they shot through hyperspace. Sasha was right beside the hollow cargo bay, and as such she had the engines to deal with, which in the dead of night and when all was quiet, she could hear them thrum like they were right under her pillow.
Whether Rena made the observation or not, she would have the easiest time getting used to sleeping aboard the Nighthawk, and eventually the rest of the crew would grow used to the background noise, and after that feel unrested if they didn't have their noises to lull them to sleep.
After settling in and unloading her duffle, or at least her clothes into the dresser, someone polite knocked on Rena's door. In not so polite fashion, the door opened shortly after, and Sasha poked her head in, followed by the rest of her body. "Howdy neighbor," she said, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels.
Her feet were bare, and most of her clothes gone. She had apparently been very quick to change out of her desert gear and into something far more casual and comfortable. A pair of grey and blue shorts, likely some form of comfortable, lounging material. On top she wore a matching grey tank top, which was a little loose, and showed off her athletic arms, which were nicked and scraped with little tiny scar lines, likely from various falls or thick, sharp brush.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
Rena's Perception: 1 Advantage
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 22:30:44 GMT -5
Rena was only just getting herself comfortable, not having been in any of the others rooms she didn't yet note the significance of the silence. She was just putting away the last of her clothes as a knock came to her door. "Just a--" She started to say before Sasha poked her head in. "...Minute. Hello Sasha." She smiled, pushing her dresser closed.
For her part Rena had similarly stripped off her boots, as well as her coat which now lay draped across her bunk. This left her wearing only her own gray leggings and light blue top. "So... what brings you to my humble quarters?"
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 22:35:05 GMT -5
Sasha shrugged her shoulders, seating herself on Rena's bed. "Just checking in. We haven't had much time to talk since the cantina, and I'm afraid I know the least about you as you do everyone else," she explained, leaning back into Rena's bed and keeping herself upright with both arms extended behind herself.
Her statement was a true one. During her brief time with Teemo, she grew most familiar with Oskara, followed by Pash. The only time she met Sasha was when Oskara was explaining the initial basics of their getaway plan, but before that Oskara had introduced herself, and Pash had gone out of his way to dissuade a couple of Teemo's thugs from harassing Rena in his palace.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 22:42:49 GMT -5
"Oh." Rena smiled, "Well I'm an open book really, not much to hide here. What do you want to know?" Her eyes flit down to her duffel bag, which still held all her various tools and supplies. Moving across the room, she scooped up the bag, moving it to rest beside the dresser instead of the foot of the bed. "Rooms are a bit sparse, don't you think?"
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 22:46:17 GMT -5
Sasha shrugged yet again, rotating in her seat to lay flat on Rena's bed. It wasn't like she had slept in it yet. "I don't know, I'm not good at small talk. Or asking people about their life story's. I guess just tell me whatever you're comfortable sharing? Like . . . have you ever killed a man?" she asked, her voice suddenly serious, before she broke out in a single laugh. "I'm kidding."
She bent one leg and lifted the other to fold over it, getting nice and comfortable in her new friend's space. "Could be worse, they could be just beds, and half the size."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 22:54:35 GMT -5
"Uh... killed a man?" The tone of her response probably said everything in regards to that topic. She shook off the question, "I'm not sure how much of my story is worth telling yet to tell the truth. I'm from the Core Worlds, Brentaal IV to be specific. My family's in a bit of a tough spot these days and... now I'm out here." She shrugged. "Your turn to tell me something now. I believe that's usually how these sort of talks go."
Given the lack of seats and with her bed taken, she opted for leaning against her dresser while she spoke.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 22:59:28 GMT -5
The scout let out a low whistle, impressed by something Rena had said. "Brentaal IV? Was your family some big time merchants?" she asked, sitting back up and crossing her legs. "I've never been outside the Outer Rim, but I've at least heard of Brentaal IV. Anyone who's anyone has. Most valuable planet in the galaxy, most say."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
Sasha's Core Worlds: 2 Success
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 19, 2015 23:07:49 GMT -5
"We were. Once." She sighed, her fingers drumming along the surface of her dresser. "Unfortunately my family sided with the wrong people, and under the Empire our influence has only dwindled further." She looked over to Sasha with a grin, "That said, I do believe it's your turn to share something. Where are you from? Beyond just the Outer Rim."
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 19, 2015 23:17:45 GMT -5
Sasha tsk'd, shaking her head slowly. "I did share something! I said I've never been outside the Outer Rim," she repeated. "But fine, I'll give you another thing," she huffed, clearly just playing around. "I grew up all over. My family traveled a lot, for . . . reasons, and so I never really stayed in one place for long. Raydonia, Carlac, Lothal, Dantooine, Ord Radama, Lianna, and Toong'L, just to name a few."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 20, 2015 7:28:37 GMT -5
"That was hardly an equivalent amount of sharing for what I gave." Rena teased. "Ever seen Ryloth? It sounds like we might be down there for a bit." A sigh escapes her lips, "...You notice how this escape got a lot more complicated than any of us planned for?"
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