What I Am

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He let out a sigh, eventually standing up from the co-pilots chair. The door slid open, and Munin found Spark sitting on the couch, her face buried in her hands. For a moment the Information Broker lingered in the doorway, then he slowly began to make his way over to her.

The Lambda wasn't a very big ship, really just meant for daytrips more than anything else, but the couches were comfortable enough to sleep on. Munin slowly shifted between the sofas, sitting down next to her and sliding and arm around Spark. His fingers sprawled on her side slightly, and almost unconsciously he tugged her closer to him so that she would be forced to cuddle up to him a little bit. His idea had been to go on ahead of her, to abandon her so she could follow. But the truth was she didn't want to be without her, even for a second. "We don't have to go."

He told her quietly.

It was something else he had been thinking about.

"We could just disappear." Give up everything else, hide in some corner of the galaxy. They had the skill,s the money, they could do it.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Slowly, her head lifted and her arms looped around the information broker. Head rested against his chest. Glasses dipped a bit down her nose. She didn't answer for awhile.

Eyes drifted up to his face. "No," she said quietly. "I think you'd regret it. Later. I don't want to take this from you."

She took a long, quiet breath.

"We face whatever is to come." Jaw set in a determined line. There were risks but there always would be. They'd just have to deal with them as they came. That was life.

#lyfe

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

She was right of course. If they didn't find out now there would be a part of him that regretted it. There would be a small piece of him that would be sad, but...he would still have Spark. He would be with her and in the end that would be enough to keep him happy.

”Its not worth losing you over.” He told her quietly.

Yes he wanted to know. Yes he wants this mystery solved, but if something happened to her? If she got hurt? Then he wouldn't forgive himself. He'd rather they just leave it alone.

As long as she stayed safe.

Putting himself at risk meant nothing, but he couldnt say the same for Spark.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She couldn't promise that he wouldn't lose her. She didn't know what they were waking into. And the idea of losing Munin had been terrifying. It still was.

Even if they disappeared, there was always the chance something would happen. And something would happen to one of them eventually. Head lifted from his chest so she could make full eyes contact with him. Glasses were adjusted.

#hipster

"We'll always have risks. At least this time, we'll see them coming."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

That was true.

They weren't going to be caught off-guard. Not again. "Okay."

He told her as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. There was a lot for them still to do, they would need the ship, the prototypes, and from there...well they would find out who had really done all of this to Munin. He frowned for just a moment, then remembered something.

"We'll build something new." He told her quietly. "No construction droids this time."

A small smile. "Somewhere safe."

A home.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Yeah," she hesitated, "maybe after all this." Though, with their line of work she doubted any place would be TRULY safe. But they could try. "You'll have to build another hot tub," she offered a tired smile and rested her head back against him.

She sat there for awhile and eventually found that she fell into a shallow, troubled sleep. They'd eaten and cleaned up, planned a little, and ended up back on the acceleration couch so that when she next opened her eyes, the nav computer was beeping a warning that they were about to exit hyperspace.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

His arms were tightly wrapped around her as they woke up, a thin blanket having been pulled over the both of them.

Munin's eye popped open as the alarm began to sound, his lips turning down into a scowl as he realized what was happening. A part of him wanted to throw a shoe or something, shut the alarm up so that he and Spark could simply stay sleeping and comfortable, but that wasn't much of a solution. The Information Broker let out a sigh.

"Honey." He said quietly. "You awake?"

Spark could sleep through a war, so it was best to ask.

Mostly because he didn't want to get hit again.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Thought the man who'd just clocked her in the chin from the apartment. She had the bruise on her jaw to prove it.

#righthook

"Mrmm," she mumbled in her half asleep state. "Five more minu-," blue-eyes snapped open. Chin rested on Munin's chest as she looked up at him. "We there?" Hand came up to push the sleep out of her eyes, popping those glass-lenses up. "I need to get up. WE need to get up," she muttered and yawned. The alarm was still going off in the background.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He yawned. "Why?"

What were these people so paranoid that they would shoot down anyone approaching the planet? That seemed incredibly foolish, even for a bunch of people slumming it in the outer rim. Shooting at everyone and anything in the sky was usually a pretty bad call.

Unless you wanted everyone to hate you.

His arms slowly unlaced from around Spark, his fingers sliding over her skin as he allowed her a bit more wiggle room so she could actually get up off of him and subsequently the Sofa. He was comfy and didn't really want to move at the moment, in fact the entire thought of hunting down whoever had created him seemed rather...difficult right now.

He wanted more sleep.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She blinked at Munin. "You're the one that got me up," she pointed out. #annoyinghyperdrive shaking her tousled blonde-haired head she offered him a tired smile and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. Pulling free, she shimmied on her clothes, heat still flashing in her pale cheeks.

#normallife

Feet found a pair of slippers, wincing until she got them on as her toes hit the cold, deck plating. "Oh. Oh." She shuffled toward the cockpit and that beeping alarm.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He wiggled slightly on the sofa, watching Spark get dressed with a small pleased expression.

Their lives had, in a way, fallen apart yesterday. Their home, their place of safety had been attacked and destroyed. They had barely escaped with their lives and the two of them had had their first major disagreement. It hadn't really been a fight, but...well emotions had been rather high. Still, despite all that it was important to acknowledge the good along with the bad, and something good had definitely happened. He watched her shimmy into her clothes, smile painting his face.

"I did." He admitted quietly.

"But." Munin shifted. "It was only because I'd hoped you'd shut off the alarm and then come back to bed."

Or sofa.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Cheeks burned slightly at his comment but she didn't respond. She slipped into the pilot's seat and strapped herself in. Index-finger flipped off that beep-beeping sound. Shoulda had Shadow do this.

#droidservant

As if on cue, the little astromech bumped gently into her leg. "I know buddy," she whispered and gave the dome a pat. "Hang on back there," she called to her lounging boyfriend. With a slight lurch, their ship dropped out of the relative safety of hyperspace.

Shoulders jostled slightly against the crash-webbing. There, filling up half the viewport was their temporary destination.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin did in fact hang on.

His fingers wrapepd around the edges of the couch as they dropped out of hyperspace, clinging to the sofa so he wasn't tossed around too much. There was a slight lurch as the ship moved back into realspace, though once Munin saw that they had reverted back to normal he quickly stood up from the sofa.

A sigh escaped him as he scooped up his neatly folded clothing from the table besides the couch, slipping on his socks first, then his pants like a sensible person. Within a matter of moments he was dressed, wandering up behind Spark and kissing the top of her head as he sat himself down in the co-pilots seat. "Huginn said The prototypes will be here."

One of their Little Birds was apparently bringing it.

Good thing too, another detour would only waste time.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Good," she breathed, speckled-gaze darting to Mun as he sat next to her in the other seat. #atleasthehadclotheson #andpants! The clay, earthy-tones mixed with blue of Ord Mantell loomed closer as she took them in. Getting landing clearance wasn't a problem. Leaving might be. It just depended on what the social and political environment was with Black Sun.

Tended to change weekly out here.

"Guess we'll have to leave this ship behind too, huh?" She wasn't extremely attached to it but she had shared a lot of memories and some missions with Munin within these walls. And the timing was like adding salt to an already opened wound. Still, it was just a ship. They'd make more memories in whatever time they had.

Didn't take much longer to set down on a landing platform. After a few minutes of flight shutdown, she finally unstrapped the crash webbing and got back to her fuzzy-slippered feet. #needrealshoes

"Are you going to sell the ship?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He glanced back for a few seconds. "No."

Being sentimental was a very bad thing for someone like him, but...this ship had more memories for him and Huginn than anything at all. This had been their first home, the first place they had ever actually felt safe. Munin couldn't get rid of this place, Huginn couldn't either. They were attached to it.

"Our contact will pick it up." He told her. "We won't use it again for a while. Not until we paint it, change the transporter and refit the engines."

That would essentially make it a new ship as far as...well pretty much anyone was concerned. He and Huginn had done it before when they'd been on the run from the Republic, when they'd first broken free of the orphanage and stolen a hundred thousand credits from a casino on Zeltros. They'd changed everything then, and they could do it again, they just couldn't stand to get rid of the ship. Munin glanced around for a few moments and frowned.

"We'll see it again." He told her as he slowly stood.

His fingers slowly laced around her own.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She nodded and squeezed his hand. They could keep one thing; it was something. Slipping on and lacing up her real shoes #converseforlyfe she grapped her small bag of things and slung it over her shoulder. "Let's get going. The meat shop is just around the corner."

Shadow warbled.

"Yup, you too," it wouldn't be a surprise that the technopath had bonded so quickly with a droid - let alone one she built. She was pretty sure Mun wouldn't get jealous but she was VERY sure Shadow would. She looked around the ship one more time, then headed down the ramp with Munin at her side and shadow trailing behind them - a hair closer to Spark.

Munin would find that she walked a very peculiar and well practiced path. She was avoiding any security feeds and potential facial recognition.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin followed after Spark, taking the almost the exact same steps and ensuring he took the same path.

His gaze focused mostly on her, though his eyes flicked every once in a while towards something else around them. He frowned slightly as they walked, thinking about everything that had happened yesterday. It was all still pretty clear in his mind, save for that few seconds where he'd been...out. His frown deepened as he considered what had happened, though his head slowly shook as he realized he'd likely never be able to figure it out properly.

Briefly caught the eye of someone on the street, a random Zeltron standing on the corner. Munin frowned at a second, looking at his eyeline and then scowling as he realized it was headed straight towards Spark's rear. With an almost hurried step Munin caught up to Spark, wrapping his arm around her and gently tugging her close.

He glanced back briefly at the Zeltron and narrowed his eyes.

The man caught his gaze and slowly looked down at his shoes. That's right, bastard.

Munin thought to himself as they walked.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

#skinnyjeans

She looked up, a bit bewildered as Mun wrapped his arm around her. Sandy-brows rose. She was analytical, technical, and logical. She wasn't typically good at reading emotions. It's what made her so awkward-socks.

"You alright?"

Speckled-gaze looked around before returning to Munin's face briefly, before looking back ahead at their destination. There was a small meat market up ahead. She and the information broker quickly stepped off the public streets and into the shop. There was a human behind the counter of the chop shop. Bony-form leaned in, with Munin still at her side. "I'd like an order of Cherek-Besh."

He sized her up for a moment and then Munin before disappearing behind a set of double doors within the shop.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Yep." He told her quietly. "I'm fine."

If he told her the truth Spark would probably be a bit embarrassed, not to mention angry at him for being so silly. The latter was a bit more unlikely, but Munin didn't want to risk it. He smiled down at her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Just can't keep my hands off you." The words were said a moment before they stepped into the market.

He frowned slightly as she spoke a phrase to a man, watching as the human slowly sized him up and then disappeared.

The Information Broker wasn't a fool, he could see a codephrase when it happened.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She gave Munin a silent, funny look but let his comment pass. After a few minutes that seemed longer than they were, the shopkeeper popped his head back out and motioned them forward - through those side doors.

"C'mon," she whispered to Mun and squeezed his hand. She'd been there before and if nothing had changed, they'd be lead through an actual butcher's kitchen - through the freezer, and into a set of backdoors into a smaller, hidden shop. Waiting for them was a Mirialan woman. Took Spark a moment to realize it WASN'T Chevu - the same woman that her previous boyfriend had cheated with her on.

#fakepanicattack