What I Am

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He looked at Spark for a moment, then at the MIralin.

Then back at Spark.

Munin wasn't entirely sure what they were doing here or what they were waiting for exactly. This particular show was run by Spark, not him. He had no idea what was actually going on, or rather his understanding of all of it didn't really go all that far. He figured this was some sort of hide-out, but in reality he had no actual idea whether that was the truth or not. "Hello."

The Information Broker said with a small wave.

This was awkward.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Munin's voice snapped the slicer out of her awkward stare. #yikes The mirialan spoke quickly after. "Hi! Spark Finn, right? I've heard so SOSOSOSso much about you! Total fan. You're like a legend around here andIneverthoughtI'dmeet you!!"

The woman's green cheek's flushed as Spark shifted a bit uncomfortably in her converse-clad shoes.

"Oh sorry. I just. It's cool. Name's Becks. How can I help you?"

#fangirl

Pale cheeks flushed a bit, then she stepped forward, releasing Munin's hand. She'd lead squads into battle before, she could handle this social exchange. "He and I - we need a place to lay low for awhile and a scrubbed ship. Nothing big, just a shuttle."

The mirialan nodded and seemed to be holding herself back from either hugging Spark or asking for her autograph. "Sure, we can get that in less than an hour. You're welcome to look around this safehouse and stay as long as you need. There's some supplies in the back and a few seats. Extra clothes. Whatever. I'll be back when the ship's ready." She gave a nod to Munin and one last fangirl nod to Spark before hurrying off.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He frowned for a moment as the girl seemed to lose herself for a moment, Munin glancing at Spark to make sure his girlfriend wasn't turning a different color. He smiled as the Miralin walked away, his elbow gently jabbing into Spark's side. "Famous are we?"

That was one thing he'd never wanted; fame.

Being known was a nightmare to him. Even if he saved an entire planet he wouldn't want anyone to know. His face was supposed to be his own, not plastered all over the galaxy. Spark likely would have preferred for it to be the same way, but of course she had half a dozen bounties sitting on her head. Not something that she could help of course, but he often wondered how she handled it in the first place. He smiled at her and then began to walk towards the back area the Miralin had pointed out.

She hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was stuffed with supplies.

There were racks of clothes, crates filled with food, even a few terminals. "Wow."

These people were prepared.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She didn't like attention so she ignore Munin as he teased her, feeling her skin turn an even darker shade of pink for a second. As he wandered off, she got herself under control. #embarrassmentworsethanfightingasithlord!

Swinging the bag she'd brought from the ship off her shoulder, she began looking through the supplies. "Yeah," she spoke quietly to Munin. Their R2 unit wheeled around the other side, warbling. "There are a few key places like this around the galaxy. Shadowports. I'm just glad this one's still running."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin slowly turned towards her, his hands settling on her hips for a moment before slowly sliding around er.

Slowly the Information broker embraced his girlfriend. "Well."

He began with a smile.

"I'm glad you're here to show it to me." For a brief moment he glanced over her shoulder towards the rooms exit, making sure that they weren't getting looked at by the Miralin. Spark was mostly okay with touching him now, but he knew that as soon as someone walked in one them even hugging she would be uncomfortable.

Even now he worried about such things.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She gripped her bag in one hand and a round of blaster packs in the other as Munin tugged her into an embrace. She'd been so focused on looking at the supplies, he caught her off guard. Arms awkwardly gripped the supplies behind him as he tugged her close. She hugged him back as best she could.

Shadow razzled a beep somewhere on the other side of the rack of supplies. She laughed. "I think Shadow is glad too." Lips pursed. She looked up at him. "Any word on when the other supplies are arriving?"

#business

#Shadowisliketheirkid

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Soon." He told her somewhat cryptically.

Huginn and him generally didn't have a lot of communication unless they needed it. That was part of them keeping quiet and on the down low. They wanted to remain hidden, and sending holomessages back and forth was no way of remaining hidden.

"We'll have to check the drop spot." He told her. "Should be there."

Everything had to be secret.

"I'm still nervous about this." He told her quietly.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Me too," she whispered back and pulled away from him abruptly. She was too antsy...nervous to sit still. Or stand still. She wanted to DO something and her mind was already set on going through the supplies.

#awkwardSparkwasawkward

She turned away from Munin and began pulling things from the shelves and placing them carefully in the backpack she held. Maybe she was just avoiding Munin because she didn't want to get susceptible to emotions that she couldn't control. It was better to keep busy and stay on track.

#stayontarget

Better than arguing or breaking down.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He frowned slightly, watching Spark.

This plan was meeting in the middle for both of them. Neither really wanted to sacrifice the other and both thought their options were rather thin. Anything could still happen on this trip, and depending on what did...things could change.

For all they knew he'd turn out to be some weird alien still. "Let's change up our clothes."

He told her. The people who had chased them hadn't actually seen what they were wearing, but better safe than sorry.

"Something inconspicuous." He offered. "Leather jackets maybe."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She paused, speckled gaze looking at Munin. "Probably not a bad idea," she set her half filled bag down on a spare chair. They had plenty of clothes to pull from. Even different sized shoes.

She looked down at her own clothes. A blue tanktop with a pair of skinny jeans and her converse. Very casual and the way she liked it. She looked at Munin again and said with a very serious face #superserious "I'm not giving up my converse or my jeans though," lips twitched slightly. She was being serious!!!! But she could also laugh at herself sometimes. And for once, this was socially appropriate.

"You don't know where any of these clothes have been. Are you sure you'll be okay?" She knew about his semi germaphobe-ness

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He smiled at her.

"The dead drop will have clothes for me." Maybe she was getting to know him a bit too well. "But I don't think they'll have anything for you."

Hence why Munin suggested that she change here. They likely wouldn't have a lot of time once they got to the ship, mostly because he'd be focused on trying to get things moving more quickly towards their eventual goal. Though he was nervous, Munin still wanted to know what exactly was going on. He wanted to know what was happening, he wanted to know what...what he was.

He frowned for a moment, fingers scrunching.

"You can still keep your converse." Munin smirked at her.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Mouth dropped. She quickly shut it. Why would the dead drop just have clothes for him? Was she not....did he not....

#didntmatter

"And my skinny jeans," she quipped back but couldn't really smile. "I...," voice trailed off as Becks entered the room. "Got that ship for you docked in Bay 37. Everything is good to go. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need."

She nodded to them both, then turned back around and disappeared back out the door. Undergrounders understood the value of privacy and classified information. She pulled a khaki-green bomber jacket from the rack and put it on. It was a size and a half too big.

"See? Perfect."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Honey." Munin said with a smile. "I think that's a little big."

He pulled on the jacket a big.

"Maybe you should find something a little bit more your size?" Probably better than running around like she was going to fall over the sleeves of her coat. He grinned and turned back toward the rack, picking out a thick cloth hoody.

"Like this." It had the font of a sports team on the front. "Plus it'll keep you warm."

They were trying to blend in after all.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She flapped her arms in the bulky sleeves. "What gave it away?" #dorkalert. Slowly, she peeled the jacket off and put it back. Shadow warbled. "Oh, now you're on HIS side?"

Another beep.

#traitor

Taking the hoodie, she pulled it over her head. Blonde-hair became messed up and her glasses went lopsided. It was still a little big but only by a half size this time. It was hard to fit her awkward angles and bones form.

"Better?" Fingers came up to fix her glasses.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"Yes." It really did. "Doesn't look like it's about to fall off you."

That was an important quality in clothing.

"Are we ready?" He asked her with a smile. Munin wasn't sure if there was anything else that she needed to get here. His own clothes would be with the dead drop as would the Holographic Disguise Masks. He was pretty sure that and a bit of food was really all they needed to get going with this mission.

"We'll pick up my stuff on the way." He still wasn't entirely sure about this. "Then we go."

Whatever they found.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"Okay, let's go," she slung her backpack over her bony shoulder. Shadow beeped and fell in-wheel behind them. The slicer gave a subtle nod to the butcher owner as they left and entered the busy streets outside.

Stomach twisted.

Soon they'd face whatever this was and for the first time, she realized how scared she was. Not for herself. She was scared of losing Munin. She was worried she'd already lost him.

#

Quiet voice left her throat before she even knew what she was saying as she waited for Munin to lead the way to the drop. "I'm nervous."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He moved forward, gently taking Sparks hand to reassure her. "I know."

Munin squeezed her palm.

"Me too." There was no lying here. "But we'll get through this."

The Information glanced towards her, knowing that the dead drop was just up ahead. "Together."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She paused and stood there with the information broker. Fingers entwined around his. Speckled-gaze looked at his face. Thin-fingers squeezed his own and she stepped in for a moment, letting her head rest against his chest. She needed a moment and so she took it, not caring about any of the pedestrians.

She wasn't a touchy-feely person but for once, she just wanted to hold Munin and to be held because she didn't know what was about to happen.

#hugstealer

"I know we will. Because we have to."

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

His arms wrapped around her.

Munin loved Spark without quesiton, and although this would be hard, and things would probably get out of way, he knew that they could make it through it. Part of him would still have preferred that she'd stayed home, maybe at a safehouse while he looked into all of this, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

So instead he kissed the top of her head. "We will."

That was all he really wanted to say, all he needed to say.

Whatever was coming them they would just have to deal with it, and no matter the consequences they would be together.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She stayed in his arms a moment longer. She needed that extra moment. #cheesy

Finally, she pulled back. "There's something I need to tell you, too. If we - when we get out of this. Okay?"

Stepping back, she waited for him to lead the way to the drop site.