Licking the wounds (Drea's Revenge/Open)

[Zandra Tal'verda]

As Zandra went back inside to grab a new pack of cigara's from her quarters, she Echani did in fact look at [member="Khrad"] 'the wrong way', and did in fact get hissed at as she walked on past. Not a single care could be given. The Echani went into her room, snatched the pack off her bunk and made her way back outside. She pulled out another cigara, lit it up and waved as she blew smoke in the direction of the lizard man. None of her business why this one was in a bad mood. Maybe he still had missing family too. That wouldn't surprise her in the least. Lots of missing still. Families that had not yet been reunited. Then there was the business with a planet splitting in half. Who even knew what went on in anybodies mind anymore. She wasn't one to judge.

"Oi, lizard, wanna get a drink? My treat." she said to [member="Khrad"] over her shoulder. Why she was offering completely lost her, but she figured it was empathy, or something. Who knew. Maybe the Trandoshan was just a foul being, but maybe he wanted company too. Wouldn't kill her to offer.

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

Werdla Dardalab Khrad Jarl Dragett Tiktok The Cook Ombo [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] @Serge Leone

The stream of Ewok urine exploded as it impacted against the captains chair in the cock pit, he had heard the order to cook super but it would have to wait until he was finished marking his territory. His kitchen was marked daily anyways, every pot and pan got a good spritzen to keep away the vermin and Tiktok figured sense it was already filtered it was good nutritious anyways. The little space weasel turned tail and started off towards the kitchen but made a stop at [member="Ombo"] room, he had yet to mark the fishmans room to keep the smelly thingy away. He started spraying down everything he could until he ran out of whizz in his bladder, finally taking off to the kitchen.

The little weasel started tossing ingrediants together for a Gammorean BBQ sandwhich, with stink beetle sauce, Gammorean Liver ( Don't ask how he got it) blanched in Rancor Bile, then tossed with a slight bit of Krayt Dragon dung and finally drenched in his home made BBQ sauce, which was made with you guessed it stink beetles, salt, vinegar and pickle juice.

 

[Khrad]

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

The Trandoshan looked over at Zandra when she invited him for a drink. The reason it caught his attention was because of a combination of , hey booze, and wait, why is the human talking to me?

Most of the crew ignored him entirely, especially when he was in a bad mood. It was common knowledge, though not to the cook himself, that Khrad hated the food on the ship. Nobody wanted a body part becoming the Trandoshan's snack. So Khrad turned to the woman, wondering if she had an angle, or genuinely wanted his company. One could never be sure with humans. But hey, booze.

"Why not humie? Maybe booze issss what the doc ordered."

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra wasn't one to get sappy and emotional, but even the Echani Pirate Queen had her limits on loneliness. She flashed a grin, pulled out her pack of cigs and offered one.

"Smoke?"

Probably not, but it was polite to at least offer. The night was young. It reminded her of her days on Coruscant. Well, her days when her ship broke down and she was forced to live temporarily on Coruscant. Those were the days. The band she used to follow, the one that used to play every night in a little cantina called Nameless was starting to get big. She'd heard a song of theirs on the holonet. The one called 'Combat Baby'. She'd grinned when she heard it. It was the one written for her. She'd been convinced that the lead synth player had a thing for her. Handsome blue Twi'lek with piercings and tattoos all over. Now they were big enough to tour. She still had the shirt she'd made using paint and marker, their first ever band tee, before they had official merchandise.

The Echani blew smoke into the filthy air. Ah, those were the days. She'd been hardly more than a girl back then, only twenty. Calico was just that guy that spent the night with her now and again. Not her husband. Not her children's father. And she went out to Nameless every night and ordered Calico's favorite drink, while wearing his coat. Yeah. She'd be ordering that again tonight.

[member="Khrad"]

 

[Ryan]

The captain would look at the Ewok scurry on into the kitchen with suspicion. The little beast took his time heeding his call which made Serg all the more worried of the creatures doings. He took a deep breath and meditatively released the air from his longs to calm his nerves. Taking his flask out from his inside chest pocket he would take a swig of his spiced Corellian ale. The morellian knew that alcholol was going to be the only key to be able to handle this up coming meal. The smell was not appetizing and he was sure the taste would be no better but everything was better with ale and a good cigar to replenish once taste and sense of smell.

"What took ya!" The captain snarled his inquiry, knowing full well he did not want know the monster's business but knowing that he needed to know anyways.

 

[Khrad]

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

The Trandoshan looked over at the offered cigarette. Well, no harm in trying one. He reached over with a clawed hand and picked one out, pausing to light it with the Echani's. He had no idea if it would affect him or how, but hey, why the hell not? The lizard took a drag of the foul tasting smoke, held it for a second, then blew it out. Maybe it was an acquired taste.

He looked over at Zandra, who was obviously deep in thought, so instead of interrupting her, he just stared out of the viewport and at the cityscape. My, it would be an interesting place.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

As they walked, Zandra dug her hands deep in her pockets. The silence between the two crew members was deafening.

"What gotcha into piratin' in the first place?" she asked, taking the cig between two fingers and flicking the ash off, "I knew there's a story there."

The petite Echani kept her eyes ahead as light after neon light passed. Nar shadaa. Like Coruscant only... not at all. Well, okay, the underworld of Coruscant could be compared to this. Dirty, sketchy. Her kinda place.

[member="Khrad"]

 

[Khrad]

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

The lizard sniffed at the night air while they walked, his predator's senses loving all of the new sights and smells. Definately better than the foul smell of Tiktok's cooking. Khrad puffed on his cigarette before answering Zandra's question.

"Well, I'm a merc, ssssee? I wasss on Tatooine when our friend Ssserg got into some trouble with the locals. I wass gonna turn him in, earn some creditsss, and then he offered me a job. I liked the idea of pirating. It would give me a sssteady sssource of income, and I would get to kill beingss in my way. That'sss good for my life ssscore."

The Trandoshan took another puff on the cigarette, then returned to sniffing at the night air.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Ha! Zandra liked this pirate scum. The kinda man you couldn't turn your back on for a second, lest you find a knife between your shoulder blades. Or as Zandra called it, 'being dependable'. Honest people were sketchy. His kind though, you could always depend on to be terrible.

"Could still turn him in, ya know," she shrugged, waving her cigara around, "Later. When it's convenient. Take the reward. Take the ship. The crew. The credits."

She took a long drag until the tip glowed bright red. Yeah. She thought about that too. She had to. Think of every angle. It was how she got where she was, got the reputation she had.

[member="Khrad"]

 

[Khrad]

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

The lizard's face contorted into a toothy grin, more tooth than grin. He liked this woman. She had some good ideas about her. Something told Khrad that he shouldn't trust her that much either, though. He had a feeling that Zandra would do the exact same thing to him if it would benefit her. But hey, it was all business.

"Ssso, I ssupposse that you sshould tell me why you joined thisss crew. Fair isss fair."

The reptile took another puff of his cigarette, more for the warmth than for the taste. He couldn't wait to get himself a drink so that he could forget about that damn cat for a while.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Why? Oh that was easy.

"Needed the credits," she answered with a carefree shrug, "Got kids. Got a clan. Someones gatta put food on the table."
She stuck the cig between her teeth, digging her hands deep in her husbands leather jacket. Cal's jacket. Cal. Cal was still missing. She had to find him. She couldn't raise two little ones on her own.

"My husband went missing along with half the damn Galaxy. He ain't come back. Might be dead. Might not. Thought maybe I'd have a better chance of finding him if I traveled a bit."

That was the first time she'd mentioned that to anyone on the crew. Not that she hid that fact from them. It didn't matter if they knew or not. Still, she wasn't one to go around showing everyone her weaknesses. But this Lizard man? He was like her. She understood how his mind worked. If he wanted to use this against her some day he would do it, but she had a feeling that a day might come that he'd need someone to turn to. Zandra was honest with him. Maybe that person would be Zandra. And maybe Zandra might just need a partner in crime too.

[member="Khrad"]