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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 5:47:23 GMT
*She walks into the cockpit and sits down in the co-pilot's seat acting like she doesn't notice her datapad missing. She sips on her ale and minds her own business but inwardly is grinning.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 5:55:30 GMT
he finishes scanning his eyes overit and then casually tosses it over his shoulder. Oddly enough the sound of Plastisteel, meeting deck platting never rings out, but rather is replaced with the sound of robes whispering off at a fast, short legged gate.
He looks over at the girl for a moment, his brows furrowing as if he was about to lecture about drinking, however only turns his head back to wayching the moddeled blue tubing of hyperspace " that's not the lastone is it?"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 5:59:37 GMT
*She takes another sip and looks over at him feigning like she didn't know what he meant.* "I'm sorry. Were you talking to me? Last one what?"
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 6:08:26 GMT
He only shakes his head in mock disgust as he props his feet on the control dash again and brings his cape up over his armored shoulder. " By the way your highness I suggest staying out of the cargo hold, I had neb throw up force feilds, and depressureise it..I can't have you ruining the Glitterstim befor we get it to General Farlax in the Corporate sector, that money buys you more ale, and the Jawa's stench be gone spray"
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 6:11:22 GMT
*She turns to him and glares at him.* "You read my personal datapad? How dare you! I don't need a snoop and I sure as hell don't need a father. Do you have a problem with me? If so let's settle it now!"
*She sets her ale down and stands up beside him.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 6:26:49 GMT
He peeks his eye open at her " listen kid, YOU were the one who snooped into my cargo first, If you wanted to know that I was a smuggler, all you needed to do is ask, secondly I aint yer father, was I I would have sent you off to a republic bording school long ago, third YOU left the data pad pretty conviently saved..yeah I know that you wanted me to read it, like it mattered or not, and finally I said ' money to buy you ale' Do you REALLY think I share for the hell of it?, look we got an hour before we reach Myrkr..I'd like to take a nap..now be a good co-pilot or lock youself in the air lock,,I really dont care at this point."
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 6:34:24 GMT
*She turns around picking up the ale and pours the rest of it over his head while storming out of the cockpit.* "JALUK!!! No wonder everyone is out to kill you!!"
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 6:45:31 GMT
He wipes the Ale from his face and laughs to himself, quite impressed with her fire, however wondering what he could do to get her to channel it better.
A faint chime comes over the cockpits com system, as Nebs voice come back on.
Don't you think you did that alittle too harsh Captian?, she is at that age where the line between peace, and war is on a hair..Perhaps you should... "..Take a Nap before we dock what a wonderful Idea Neb, Glad I have you about to keep an eyes on her"
And with that the Hapen shuts off the com, and seals the cockpit door for the remainder of the trip
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 6:51:42 GMT
*She storms down the hall daring Jarrak to get in her way as she tries to find somewhere to take out some frustration.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 6:54:42 GMT
" Just great" he groans under his breath, folding his arms over his chest as he siffels a yawn " Just wat I need, a spoiled runaway princess, amd a bored Jawa, I love my luck" and with that he zones out, his earrs keeping alert for proximity alarms
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 7:04:20 GMT
*She goes into the engine room and paces back and forth muttering curses at him and fuming. She can't wait to get rid of him and get back to training. She remembers Jarrak has her datapad and goes off in search of him.*
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 7:45:42 GMT
****** Jarrak sits deep in the consealed access hatches, deep into the shadows. This was his private santuary, first , and most importantly because it was unreachable by any larger than he. pressing buttons he scrolls through the data pad, burning everything he could into memory, his eyes glowing in satisfaction
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 7:47:35 GMT
*She senses his presence and kicks the metal hatch.* "Give me my datapad back you ragheap!!!!"
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Post by Andru Sal-Silo on Apr 2, 2005 8:01:33 GMT
Though Jarrak knew quite well that she could never reach him, he DID know that he would need to leave his confines. Perhaps it was his many years with the Hapen, or a sectret brightness of his species previously unknown, reguardless it was then that Jarrak reached into his robes, withdrawing, and inserting a memory stick, making a copy of all it's files. He then returns it into the grime covered cloth, and wipes the loges of his enterance into her files, shifting it to something more expected of a dumb, filth ridden Jawa, Virtual Pazzak.
Once contented that he had covered his tracks the Jawa comes out enough to slide the data pad to her, making curious babbles to her
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Post by Lady Zahra/Jules on Apr 2, 2005 8:06:52 GMT
*She quickly grabs the datapad and tries to grab his hand before it disappears inside the hatch again.* "You filthy thing!! You need to learn not to steal!! Come out of there, you coward!!"
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