JOIOL
Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Phoebe Dashiell [NPC]
Legs stretched out in front of him on the coffee table, Makai was engrossed in his current program. A small, drawn Tusken Raider child moved across the screen. A bantha followed, leash held by the child as they lumbered across the dunes, a hand coming up to the Tuskens eyes as if he was searching.
“Achuta Pateesas! Can you help me find my droi?”
Tuskie took a dramatic pause, looking on either side of the screen as a rusty maintenance droid wheeled in a sad circle in the corner of the screen.
“It's right there! Come on. Tuskie would get lost in the desert if it wasn't for Barry.”
Barry being the caricature of a bantha on the screen.
“Papa.” Small little voice piped up from his side. “Shh.”
Phoebe gave him a look that clearly conveyed he was disturbing her snack and Holovision time. The toddler satisfied, she picked a juna berry out of her bowl and turned back to the screen.
“Boksa chess ko.” The little cartoon character spoke up, still waiting for the answer. After another brief moment, it spoke again. “That's right! The droi is stuck in the dune sea. Boksa!”
As many issues Makai had with the fact that Tuskie was constantly lost, he had to remember it was an educational program for toddlers. One meant to teach Huttese to small children in an approachable manner. Perhaps not just to children, he was picking up on a few words too. Albeit at a much slower pace than his daughter.
Unsurprising, given Ellie’s penchant for languages possibly getting passed down to their daughter. Even if Phoebe wasn’t so inclined, the granddaughter of the Trade Queen had little choice in learning the most popular trade language in the galaxy.
“Can I have one?”
By now the toddler was engrossed in the show once again, absent mindedly bringing the juna berries up to her mouth as the cartoon pair moved towards the dune sea.
“No.” Little bowl of berries was moved protectively closer to her body.
“Not sharing snacks. Just like your mother.”
That perked the girls ears and her attention away from the fact Barry the Bantha was now sliding down a sand dune as if he was surfing.
“Where Mama?” Another pause as she looked around, as if realisation was drawing on her about another missing family member. That perhaps the house was a little too quiet. “Where ‘Ersie?”
“Mama will be back at breakfast. Not much longer.Persie will be back in a few days, she’s on a trip for school.”
“Oh.” A small pause, as if Phoebe was evaluating the information. “Okay.” Little head turned back to the holovision, already sucked back in by the colorful cartoon. It didn’t help she had just woken from a nap and still seemed groggy.
As the pair was sucked into the wild adventures of Tuskie the Tusken, Makai was unaware his datapad was blowing up with notifications. All over the galaxy, his mining crews were grinding to a halt, unable to leave their current sector. A few who were already in hyperspace ended up being chewed up and spit out no where near their final destination.
More reports filtered in throughout the galaxy, many finding it wasn’t isolated to just their location. Old star charts were rendered useless, it seemed the galaxy itself was changing. Expanding. Collapsing. Questions beyond the corporate sphere hung in the air.
What would be the next steps as entire systems now became isolated…
