Adventures of Mutton Fist - Act I

[Mutton Fist]

Naboo. One of the gorgeous places of the galaxy. One where you could touch and learn about so many subjects, including the long line of politics which had time and time again rescued and fallen the factions of the galaxy.

Naboo!

Mutton Fist, a fine lady of near-Lepi appearance had been here for not even the fine bit of five hours, and already the disgusting filth and rotten musk of poor travelers from all over the world had passed from her sensitive nose, and replaced with the pleasant smell of several fine smells of the political world.

It came after a few minutes of walking, a sudden growling and aching pit in her stomach. Any alien knew what it meant in normal terms. You had to stuff yourself full with the public foods. Taking every advantage of her priorities and mindset, Mutton went to the nearest food court. Aliens piled high with various looks and feelings. Most, she found, were a near-human type. Not much like she had at home, but still a familiar shape. She watched some different aliens she had never seen before with a curious eye, but kept her large feet hopping with each step.

Stranger smells invaded her nose as her body walked itself gracefully into a local restaurant. They seemed to serve foods here grown and harvested from the nearby plains. Taking no time to fiddle about, she sat herself at a table and instantly looked around for a droid to give her a menu. After a moment of emptiness, she flipped her long eared head in front of her. To such a surprise, it was occupied! She jumped up in her seat, hitting her ears on a hanging light and getting her body twisted in a struggling attempt to get out of the booth. After a moment and a grunt, she freed herself and brushed herself from dirt and germs with a few polite strikes to her skirt. "Ah didn't realize... ya were sittin' there." She explained quietly, staring forward at the new stranger being that they had a very interesting first impression of.

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

Taking a break from her training, Aria had gone into town to soak up the culture and had popped into a nice-looking restaurant for lunch. She hadn't been on Naboo long but she knew they made rather nice food. She was reading over the menu when she heard a voice. Her head snapped upwards to see a young Lepi woman apologizing.

"Oh...that's fine," she said quickly. She wasn't sure what else to say; the Lepi seemed intriguing but shyness prevented her from striking up a conversation. Aria was improving in that aspect but still found it somewhat difficult to initiate conversation, so she hoped the woman was as interested as she was.

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

After a short moment of looking around, and realizing the only tables or booths not filled were the worst quality ones, the bunny-like creature slid back into the booth quietly and folded her hands together, hiding one in the other as her gaze continued to face toward the woman. A curiosity spread in her like a wildfire, and instantly she had several privacy invading questions.

"What would you suggest here?" She asked, raising her hand out. It happened a droid was coming along, so she took a menu without having to be asked and began to read through the options. "Ahve never been to Naboo, so I don't know what's good. What are you doing here, anyways? Are you a princess of sorts? Ya look like a princess." She rambled on bravely, as if her shyness vanished in the fire that overtook her natural skills of waiting for an answer.

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

As Aria gave the woman a slight smile, the gesture lit up her soft, slender features. One's first impression of Aria was typically that of a peaceful, soft spoken woman, and she was frequently complimented on her looks, but that was the first time she'd been compared to a princess.

"That's kind of you to say," she said, her Echani accent thick. "I'm certainly not a princess - I'm a Jedi. Here to train. And this one is good," she pointed at a main on the woman's menu. Perhaps she ought to show more reserve when discussing Jedi affairs, but the Silver Jedi were combatants - the usual Jedi rules could be bent slightly. Besides, she had detected the woman's shyness and if she had still managed to let go, so could she. "How about you?"

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

Mutton looked over the menu with excited eyes, trailing it down to the pointed option. Something new, of course! She should had known it would be something from the usual rations she was given, yet somehow it lost her. She selected and prepared the payment on the pad, letting her eyes trail up to who she had apparently mistaken for a princess. She certainly had the looks for it, and didn't see how it was her fault for getting it wrong. "Well, ah came to explore the galaxy!" She boasted proudly with a small lift of her chest.

Her finger pointed outside, to the docking station where the rusty transport ship laid barely visible, ready to depart once more. "Ah came from Hoth, a real cold place, unlike the heat here." She waved a finger around in the air, then went back to view the photos of the selected entree. "Ah bet Jedi are all about heat, huh? Since ya gonna train here 'nd all."

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

As the droid came to take their orders, Aria lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe some are. I'm training on Naboo because my master and I both happened to be here when we began. I do plenty of exploring myself, you see."

The droid took their orders then left, leaving Aria with the Lepi woman. She was curious about her story now - when somebody sets off to explore the galaxy, their motivation for doing so is rarely what you'd expect. Sometimes it was to do with a hatred for their home planet, sometimes it was a search for something bigger - work, maybe, or even love. Aria had loved Eshan as if she'd been born there, and neither work nor love had motivated her to leave. All she wanted was to learn, become well-rounded, and perhaps even to return to Eshan as a Jedi. Naboo specifically she had come to after hearing tales of its beautiful nature environment, something that reminded her of Eshan. She wanted to know what the case was for this woman.

"I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

After watching the droid walk off with it's strange metallic steps, Mutton Fist looked back to the woman and quietly rubbed a nail on the table, as if testing it's strength as a slow scratch formed where she pressed down on it. "I'm Mutton, or Mutton Fist. It means big hands, even though ah got small ones." She wiggled her digits once, forcing a giggle down in her throat.

"But ah'm really good with them! Ah can punch, slap, wear gloves, throw stuff," She carried on quietly, green eyes trailing back to the table. Without warning she flopped them back up and started speaking out loud again. "Ah wanna know your name, too! Ah bet it's a princesses name even though ya ain't one."

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

"Well, I don't know if it's a princess's name. It's Aria, like the air. Aria Vale. Because I'm light and move quickly, although they didn't know the second part when they named me." Of course, her adoptive father was a Jedi, so it was possible that the name he'd come up with was actually the most fitting one for her. Aria liked to think so - she liked to think that she was like the air, eternal and powerful in a strange, soft way.

"I do a lot of combat too - I don't love punching and slapping, but I can do them both. Anyway, it's nice to meet you Mutton."

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

She smiled gracefully and outstretched her worn hand to the woman she just met, Aria. "Nice ta meet ya too." She looked as the droid brought them fresh drinks, which she took in both hands and took a long sip. Though it was filled with ice, she still scrunched her face in disgust. "Warm." She commented, handing the drink back to the droid. "Gimme ah cold one please."

She folded her hand back to the woman again, to continue the handshake she was interrupter from. "Ah bet we could duel sometime, ya know?"

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

"I never miss a chance," Aria smiled, taking the woman's hand in a firm handshake. "Any time you like." She took a sip from the drink - hers was not warm as Mutton had just described it, but then again she supposed anything was warm to a Hoth native. Aria had not yet been to Hoth, but the cold wasn't enough to keep her away.

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

The droid seemed a bit quicker to return this time. Probably to keep the drink cool before some mysterious force made it cold again. After finishing the handshake, she took a sip, seeming unsatisfied, but didn't do anything about it this time. "Well ah bet you'd be pretty good, ah'd like ta do one once we have somewhere better ta." She smiled softly and kicked her legs under the table. "Bet ya know all the fightin' moves."

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

"Well, the afternoon is still young. Once we're done here we can find somewhere and you can show me what you can do." Several years ago, Aria would likely have dismissed the Lepi woman as an easily beaten target, but after having people repeatedly make the same mistake about her, she had begun to assume the best of people. It was much less embarrassing that way if your initial judgement was wrong. Besides, she'd never duelled with a Lepi before and every planet brought their own twist to fights. It was always interesting to observe and learn.

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

Mutton smirked lightly and scratched a single nail at the wooden table below her, as if trying to test it's limits still. Her scratch was well formed now. The droid came over soon, with their plates and bowls. The Lepi took a small bite out of her own with the proper utensils while her eyes bounced and danced over the Jedi's form. Pretty. "Alright!"

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

Aria started at her meal. It was warm and well made - this restaurant was one of her favourites. She'd been on Naboo for eight weeks now and she'd go out to eat frequently, so by now she knew all the best places to go.

"So, Hoth. I've been travelling for a while but I haven't been there yet - what's it like?"

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

The Lepi quietly cut and chewed on various pieces of her meal, experimenting them all and trying out different combinations over the period of time. While her eyes rested on what bits of foot she had cut up, she spoke. "Cold. Really cold. It's a friendly community, but you have to be able to carry your own weight."

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

"I'll bet," Aria smiled between mouthfuls. Her intuition was telling her that the Lepi's tale was a fascinating one and that she was moments away from hearing it. "So is that why you learnt to fight?"

[member="Mutton Fist"]

 

[Mutton Fist]

The Lepi snorted in amusement as she shoved another piece of food into her mouth, speaking with the giant mouthful spraying out of the corners of her lip. "No! I learned to fight because I was bored!" She exclaimed happily, before motioning with her hands a few times. "I fixed ships and droids, and air conditioning, and plumbing. I never fought to get around."

[member="Aria Vale"]

 

[NightSister]

"Fair enough." Aria grinned through a mouthful. "I learned to fight because combat is a big part of Echani culture." She used her hands a lot as she spoke. "Now I fight because it's fun, mostly. Although there's plenty of duelling when you're a Jedi."

[member="Mutton Fist"]