Private Parent Trap

[Amiggie Lutih]

Current Outfit

Location: Inside of the bar of the NCE-DS01, "Hawk" Defense Satellite: The Robotnik above the planet Garel

How many Beers did Amiggie have? 5? 10? Knowing herself it was probably close to 20 and she couldn't feel anything resembling a buzz. That was the tragedy of having a tolerance for alcohol, it was really difficult to get drunk no matter how determined you were. It sucked but Ami enjoyed drinking alcohol, it reminded her of her Dad and how he would take her out drinking when Ami came of age. The Stormtrooper could hear the music blaring from the bar as she gulped what she thought it would be her 21st drink. She missed her Dad, hell she even missed her Mom as well. Even though Ami grew up poor, she always appreciated the two of them working hard to provide Ami a good life even if Ami wasn't the best daughter for them given her reputation of getting into fist fights with other kids over chit like a toy Blaster Rifle.

"What are they doing now?" Ami wondered as she took a sip of Beer. For weeks, Ami toyed with the Idea of leaving the Tion Cluster and heading straight to Ord Mantel to visit her parents. Hopefully even convincing them to leave in the process. It would give Ami peace of mind to know that they'll be safe under Empire jurisdiction. Her Dad was a fierce Imperial supporter so it'll be an easy sell but with her Mom..... she would need convincing since Ord Mantel was home to her. "Maybe a tap on the head with Baby could force her to leave," Ami mumbled.

With the Emperor dead, it meant that travel restrictions would lift or at least that's what Ami hoped. But at the same time, the Empire was engaged in war with the Tingle Arm Coalition which meant limited vacation time. The last thing Ami wanted to be thrown in the brig..... again. "I just want to check on them at least," Ami said to herself. She couldn't muster the courage to go on her own. She needed someone to accompany and Ami knew just the person, in fact she was on her way after receiving Ami's Holomessage. "Will you hurry your ass Buttercup?" Ami grumbled. "You're always so damn slow."

Myri Dara

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Cheer up Ami
Location: Inside of the bar of the NCE-DS01, "Hawk" Defense Satellite: The Robotnik above the planet Garel
Outfit: Typical Casual
Tag: Amiggie Lutih

They had survived another battle. Control of Maldra IV was still not completely certain, but the fighting had ceased. Imperial ships in orbit had regained power and a recovery mission was now underway. Myri and Amiggie were grateful not to be part of that mission. Myri thought that they had earned some downtime. Suggested as much to Ami. Her stormtrooper friend accepted, but not as enthusiastically as Myri had hoped. And the message that Ami sent had set up a very uninspiring meeting spot. A military space station back in the Lothal sector. At least it wasn’t the Lothal system, or worse yet the Calamari sector, where the Emperor had died which sparked the recent unpleasant mood of Myri’s only real friend.

Myri entered the bar and looked around. This was not exactly the locale that the young NISB agent thrived in. She hardly ever drank, didn’t dance or find time for much socialization in the least, and she considered fighting something to be saved from training or a mission. All the things that a bar provided were completely foreign to Myri Dara. That said, she knew that Ami was quite at home in a bar, so she took a deep breath of heavy air and scanned the crowd.

When Myri found her target she was unsurprised to see a grouping of empty beer bottles surrounding Ami on the bar. Myri wished that was because of an inept bartender taking too long to clear them, but she knew that when Ami drank the bartender had trouble getting her a new bottle in a timely manner much less clean up the empties. Another sigh came from Myri and then she smiled. She paused for a moment as she heard Ami mention “a tap on the head with Baby”. That was never a good thing for someone on the receiving end. Myri wondered who had drawn the stormtroopers ire this time.

As Myri looked around for the impending brawl, she heard more muttering from Ami. This even Myri’s trained ear couldn’t distinguish as real words. The grumbling about Myri’s whereabouts and pace however were heard loud and clear. With a shake of her head Myri approached the bar. ”Some people like to make sure their position is secure before letting their guard down Ami…” Myri stated loudly in a playful tone. They were off duty which meant that Myri did tend to relax just a little bit. At least when Ami was around.

”Who exactly are you giving a tap with Baby?” the agent wondered out loud hoping it wouldn’t be her that ended up on the receiving end just for asking. ”What’s good around here? I’m way behind. Though if I ever catch up you’ll need to carry me out of here.”

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Current Outfit

Ami didn't think much of the battle at Maldra IV, she blamed Myri for dragging her in the usual agent shenanigans. She never understood why Myri loved attacking from afar especially when soldiers like Ami get chit done fighting up close. "There was a hell of a lot of CQC," Ami muttered. "I would've killed to be a part of that. Literally."

She almost didn't notice Myri greeting her. Ami was too busy lost in thought about the war, about her parents. Ami drank another glass of Beer rage already building up inside of her of not getting drunk. "Hey Buttercup," Ami said despondently. "Oh you know same old chitty Beer, same old chitty music. Stationed at this chitty space station over a chitty system."

Ami sighed. "It's like we're forced to do downtime in order to think about what we did Lothal," she said. "All we've done was kill a bunch of surrendering rebel rats. Ain't no law that says that shouldn't do it. The rebels struck first, and they fracked around and found out."

Myri Dara

 

[Myri Dara]

Objective: Cheer up Ami
Location: Inside of the bar of the NCE-DS01, "Hawk" Defense Satellite: The Robotnik above the planet Garel
Outfit: Typical Casual
Tag: Amiggie Lutih

It was hard even for the usually emotionally detached Myri to see Ami so despondent after hearing her nickname, this time actually directed at her not as a curse and hearing a critique of the bar's beer Myri sighed and stepped up to the bar putting her arm over Ami's shoulder. "Can I please have something fruity and strong." Myri requested of the bartender before turning to Ami.

"Maybe it is drinking only beer that is the problem. You ever though about something more tasty and a bit stiffer?" Myri asked with a smile. She had no idea if that was a good solution. It was highly likely that beer and lots of it was what was best for Ami.

"If you don't like it here I got some good news. A clerk in the NISB owed me a favor. He requisitioned you for a mission with me…but there is no mission. We are going wherever you want Ami. And leaving Lothal behind us."

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Current Outfit

Ami continued to drink her Beer rolling her eyes when Mryi asked for something fruity. "Oh yeah go for the sugary flavors," Ami snickered. "Why don't you actually drink some of the hard stuff some time Buttercup? None of that kiddy chit that you love."

Myri was on the opposite end of Ami when it came to alcohol tolerance. One drink and she's already tipsy, in a way Ami was a little jealous of her because she could actually get drunk. On the other hand, Ami would be embarrassed to get drunk of some fruity chit. The Stormtrooper was busy chugging another glass until Myri mentioned that she told a clerk that she was going on a mission with her except that was a lie.

"Wait a minute?!" Ami gulped her drink while raising an eyebrow. "You mean to tell me that you're lying to the NISB just so we can get out of this dump? Why unless...."

Ami's eyebrow's raised up in shocked. "Buttercup?!" Ami growled. "Did you hack into my Holojournal?!"

Myri Dara