Someone Else's Problem

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Olan Black"]

The Corellian blonde shined him with a grin, eagerly digging into her own plate, explaining in between bites. "Word has it the galaxy emerged at the end of the Dark ages. With as little outergalactic travel as there has been, Esk hasn't really been plotted much. Just a bit of info here and there." she'd cast him an expression of devilish delight.

"Don't worry, I'm sure there is plenty for us to discover by our lonesome." she said in assurance. Another succulent fluffy piece of pancake went into her mouth.

A second later she would wash it down with a sip of tea, " Looks like the Dark Age have driven the Worlds of the Tusk into pure isolation and technological primitivity, with some ranging from the Stone Age to Renaissance equivalence."

This is when she would lean forward on her elbows, the storytelling coming out in vivid expressions as she told the tale, " There are a cult of navigators, the Priests of the Tusk, " she would lower her voice for emphasis and dramatic intrigue, along with a wiggling of her brows," that guide massive supertransports from world to world, providing Companion Esk's only space travel. "

 

[Alndys]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

Olan listened intently as he ate - the only thing better than a big meal was a good story in a melodic voice, after all.

"Mysterious, ancient cultists, waiting to slingshot us to a galaxy far, far 'way?" He repeated in a sly, questioning tone. "...I like it. Wot d'ye think they'll charge for passage, eye of newt an' our eldest son's dreams?" Olan pushed his mostly-empty plate forward and sat back, nursing his tea. "Either way, we should stock up for a long trip - even if these Tuskers got a cleva' way of jumping between Galaxies, we should make sure our supplies and spare parts are up to snuff. Wouldn' do ta get out to Esk an' have the hyperdrive break. Or yer coolant pipe sprog a leak."

Olan pointed at her. "An' I been warnin' you about that collan' line since you let me take a good look at it two weeks ago." He pointed out with a smug grin. "It's a handful of cred to fix at any stop - we can get it on th' way to yer cultists o' Tusk. Much as I like lookin' at yeh, I've been stranded in the middle of nowhere enough f'one lifetime."

 

[Chloe Blake]

[member="Olan Black"]

Chloe's mouth would clean off her fork only to wag at his direction in agreement, giving a nod. "Aye, we'll have to restock first and foremost -- Don't know how long we'd be out there for." a crooked grin would go creeping over her face. "As much as I like you, you barely have enough meat on your bones even after a month recuperating...

There wouldn't be anything for me to nom on if rations get really low." came her tease, amused that he'd nagged her about that coolant line. Though she couldn't blame him, after what he'd experienced, it was no wonder he didn't particularly care to end up stranded again.

"Haha, fine -- We'll both go through to see what manner of spare parts we be needin' for this venture. " a slight frown would draw over her brow in thought, a slim right leg slipping to cross over her left as she began to swing it back and forth. "There's a Silk Station not too far out from here -- and if I recall correctly an Arceneau one not too far from that. The former would have more than enough spare parts we need for the Aurora; the latter hopefully will have strawberries." in came that joke, starting to tear into her pancakes again.

"Ain't anything else you be wanting to get?"

 

[Alndys]

[member="Chloe Blake"]

Olan paused for a minute, glancing at her legs. He couldn't help it. Olan, m'boy, you had it pretty bad.

Sitting back, Olan set down his tea and folded his arms across his chest. Recovering or not, his somewhat-frenzied diet and working out had put more than a bit of meat back on his bones; he was recovering nicely. "Yeah, there's on' more thin'." He decided with a sly grin, standing and scooping up his plate. "Jus' a little matter, should be easy enough t'take care of."

Plunking his dish into the cleaner, Olan turned and leaned his backside against the counter, facing Chloe in all of his slightly-rugged, jeans hanging off of hips glory. "A couple drinks, maybe some music." He explained, covering a hint of nervousness with bravado. After all, she'd be well within her rights to just drop him off and not have to deal with what he was about to ask. "...I like ya', Chloe. An' it ain't just because y' saved my life. I think it's mutal, and I'd like t'take you out on a proper date b'fore we go launching off to parts unknown. Whattya say?"