A Single Spark

[Charlene Adaska]

"Storm trooper. Armor. Sounds safer than waiting on board a stolen ship."

You had to admit, she had a point. Her sharp eyes snapped to the cyborg. She was making fun of her lack of combat skill. Cheap. Charlene wasn't a fighter. She had one main skill set. No shame in knowing her trade.

"You can fly her technically," the Mechanic said with a roll of her eyes, "But you'll never know her. There's more to ships than knowing what button to press when. You gatta understand Binkie, respect her, or she'll never respect you."

[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

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Cyril have Urya an odd look, but said nothing. He decided that whatever was going on with the strange woman was just another one of her little ticks. Something to help her adapt to the current situation, whatever that may be.

"I'll show you how to use an E-11." He promised Charlene, pushing up to his feet. He clapped a reassuring hand on the Mirilian's shoulder, and marched off toward the cockpit.

"I'm setting our course for Balmorra. We should be there within the galactic day. Urya, be careful with...whatever you're doing." He cast a smile over his shoulder, and went on his way.




[member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

Urya didn't say anything, just leaned back in the chair and hummed in her toga. The files were being downloaded and unpacked, she still had to assemble the data, and run the program.

 

[Charlene Adaska]

The Mirilian grimaced, moving her shoulder away from his hand. What made him think for a second that it was alright to touch her? It was not alright! It was far from alright. She did not trust a thief. It wouldn't be sensible to trust a thief. Charlene was sensible. Her gloved hand still clutching the cord in her hand shook.

"I still don't like you," she shouted at his retreating form, "Want you to know that!"

She turned on her heel, pausing as her stomach growled. She shot the cyborg woman a warning look, but heat was already rising to her cheeks.
"Don't even bother," she snapped, "I'd sooner eat engine grease."

With a grumbling tummy and a very foul mood, the green woman had disappeared once more to care for her only friend in this sector of space.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Urya Uvatera"]