Are we there yet?

[Deneve Verd]

C r a m p e d;
The one thing that was the highlight of this little escapade of Deneve's .


Stowed away within a locker in the cargo hold of her father's ship, Deneve would sigh softly waiting for them to reach hyperspace so that she could slip out and make her way towards where her father was.



It wasn't long before the ship gave the tell-tale signs of entering hyperspace. It was then that Deneve would push her way from the locker and make her way towards where her father was. She knew he had to be conked out if he hadn't picked up on her presence.


Making her way into the cockpit of her father's ship, she would spot her father sleeping within the pilots chair"Dad... Hey dad?So, umm. Where exactly are we going?"Speaking directly at her father's ear, she would wait for him to either scold her and drop lock her back in the locker or to explain to her what exactly it was that was going on.

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

The Galactic Alliance.

A movement born of Light on the brink: a final effort by the Galaxy to push back the Darkness in earnest. With the One Sith Empire quickly reducing the former bastion of democracy, the Republic, to dust, there was hardly any nation left to oppose their dominance. The United Clans were...silent these days. The Union stood neutral. The Jedi were schismed thirteen thousand ways and scattered all the kark over. In this turbulent time, the Alliance seemed to be the last hope for any defiance.

And now, they would have an alchemist by their side.

Isley had been recently contacted by one Ijaat Akun: a fellow enthusiast of metallurgical pursuits. He, by means of dangling priceless data, managed to convince the former Mandalorian to join the grand cause. Isley was to fight for the Alliance, ply his trade on their behalf, and fly their banner...all for this vital, precious data and the promise of more. Of course, such a commitment meant ironing out the fine details in one's own affairs prior to starting; and Isley had spent the last few weeks doing just that.

Now all that was left was the trip to Sullust.

In truth, the shuffling of finances and corporate responsibilities had left the former Mandalorian tired. Having slept less than he would have liked for nearly a month, the chance to doze off in hyperspace seemed like a welcome reward. However, as these things often went, the sweet embrace of slumber would be stolen from him by one more precious than all the data in the Galaxy.

She rattled him from his nap...and at first, Isley refused to believe that she was actually on board.

"No." he grunted, as if willing reality to show him contrary to what his ears were hearing. He then opened one eye and was greeted by the ebony locks of his daughter. "You sly littl-" he began, before exhaling. "Sit down, shut up, keep your feet off the console. We're headed for Sullust." And with that said, the aging man leaned back in his chair; hoping to the gods that he would be rewarded with rest. After all, he didn't swear at his kid right then.

[member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Deneve Verd]

"I'll sit.. But, by no means will I shut up.. I've been holding this in for long enough. "


Moving to sit in the seat next to her father, Deneve would turn to openly glare at her father. Anger brimming with hatred fueling her next set of words.

"You are a horrible excuse for a father.. You don't give a Damn about me unless it suits you. I wouldn't have to sneak aboard your ship if you payed enough attention or cared about me as much as you did your precious science babies... You are horrible.. I would of never thought I would have to say that I kind of hate you..."

Leaning back in her seat, she would cross her arms and state out into space, thinking over what she had just said and what she was about to say.

"Drop me off at the next stop please. I don't want to be around you anymore..."

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Her words cut rather deep. So much so that they took the former Mandalorian by surprise. It took him a few seconds to get over the initial sting and actually say something back.

"Being perfectly honest here, I have no idea what I'm doing." he began. Reaching out, he turned Deneve's chair so that her "staring off into space" would at least be changed into "staring off into his beard."

"I've never done this before. Yeah, I tried to pretend to be a god and make my own clones...and we see how well that turned out. But to them, or even to you, I've never...done being father before. I do my best to make sure that you're safe, alive, and provided for; but I'm no good at everything else."

He sighed, collecting his thoughts.

"What I'm saying is, I am ignorant of what I'm not doing...and obviously that's wrong. So tell me sweetheart, what can I do better? What should I start doing?"

@Deneve