Wires and Things

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Kessel? That was half a week in hyperspace. Far enough for no one in the Alliance to bother chasing unless they really cared, but also close enough that the ship probably had enough supplies to keep them alive. Plus Kessel was controlled by the Hutt's, people that Munin had a certain agreement with. The Coalition liked to think they had control there, but Munin and others knew far better. He nodded his head as they passed through the atmosphere, the ship lurching backwards slightly as the feeling of gravity quickly began to ebb away.

"It'll work." Munin said as he gazed towards the readouts on the console.

Spark had already entered the coordinates, now they just had to make it past Coruscant's gravity well. It didn't take them long, the ship gliding through the same traffic that saw hundreds of ships leaving the system every single. He motioned to her one final time. "Hang on."

He hoped the ships hyperdrive actually worked.

There was a slight beep from the ships console as they passed out of Coruscant's Gravity well. Munin reached up and grasped the series of three leverse, slowly pressing them forward to launch them into hyperspace.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Fingers tightened around the crash webbing. She gave Munin #noname a stiff nod. At times like these, she really missed the Flying Nuna there was something about the comfort of your own ship - even if that ship had been made by your ex. #burned. Still, being in space, or really just being on a ship, was her element. Surrounded by tech. A technopath's playground of control.

The hyperdrive would work, one way or another. Unless it was completely mechanical and they needed a whole new part. But even then, she could get creative. And they didn't have to worry about patrols, her kind would shut off their engines or turn their gravity off. Anything for a distraction. So even though her fingers clenched, she was the most relaxed she'd been since planet side.

Pinpricks of light streaked to long lines. The ship gave a few shuddering lurches. But there didn't seem to be any immediate problems. Finally, she let her head lull back against the seat.

"How about Sawyer?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He could have sworn that he'd taken the name before. Sawyer. He wasn't quite sure where or when, but it seemed somewhat familiar to him. His fingers slowly slipped off the levers for the hyperdrive, consideration crossing his face. The pinprick of a memory cropped up, no pain this time. Munin remembered when he'd taken the name. Vincent Sawyer, an Agricultural worker who had needed to gain access to some records on Zeltros.

A small smile perked at his lips.

That identity had worked out well. The Attendant had checked his card, then let him pass through to the records room entirely unattended. He'd stolen half a dozen different servers worth of information without anyone being the wiser. Birth Dates, life day numbers, thousands of petabytes of information. Huginn had been especially proud since she'd crafted the identity.

He wouldn't mind that name. It was a good memory, and good memories deserved good associations. He looked over towards Spark. She seemed somewhat more relaxed then she had even a few moments ago, perhaps that was because they were away, and within a matter of minutes they would be out of reach of anyone in the Alliance that had even noticed they were gone. That in it of itself was a comforting thought, one that Munin shared.

Munin smiled, then finally replied. "How about that kiss?"

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Hands fumbled with the crash webbing. For some reason the latching was stuck. Or jammed? #oldequipment

Fingers twisted and tugged unsuccessfully. "What?" Speckled-gaze snapped up though her hands continued to fumble. Pale cheeks blushed. "I - uh -...okay?" This was Spark Finn. The most socially awkward person ever. And even more so when it came to anything....physical.

It's not like she didn't want to kiss him...she just wasn't used to....situations like these. And she may never be. She'd alway be awkward about them because that's who she was. #nerdalert

Self-conscious eyes glanced around. But she didn't need to worry because they were alone. "Ugh, but I can't get this stupid thing off." Body of limbs and angles leaned forward, pulling against the restraint.

#helpme

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]


He smiled slightly, though it was clear that he was hiding a chuckle. The VCX seemed to thrum all around them with a constant complaint, creaking every now and again as they made their path through hyperspace.

Munin had no doubt that the ship would hold. It had held together for centuries now, one more slip through hyperspace wouldn’t end it now. Of course, that didn’t mean the odd noises around their new vessel didn’t cause him to shirk a little bit. His fingers reached for the buckle of the restraint, pulling it free with a quick lift and then pull.

“Here.” Munin said as he scrambled out of his seat and moved towards her.

He leaned over her, face dangerously close to hers as his hands floated over the buckle that held her in place. For a moment he hung onto her hand, then slipped his grasp slightly lower to pull the buckle up, and quickly to the side.

There was a quiet click and Spark would find herself released.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Breath caught a little in her throat as he moved closer. His fingers sliding over her's was beginning to feel natural. All his callouses and imperfections. Back pressed into the seat as she tried to give him more room to work with.

With a sudden tug and click, she was freed.

#freeatlast

"Thanks," she breathed. Speckled-gaze darting from his eyes and to his mouth again. Should she stand up?! Was this leaning over to kiss thing awkward? Should she move?

#omgee #thisiswhyIlikecodebetter

Rocking forward, she stood. Just as the ship lurched. Converse-foot accidentally fell on top of Sawyer's while at the same time, she stumbled into his chest from the lurch.

A small, oomphing-squeak escaped her lips. Cheeks flared. Glasses dropped down the bridge of her nose.

#accidentprone

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Out of immediate reaction Munin stood upright and wrapped his arms around her. The ship let out a loud moaning creak, the hyperdrive clearly fluctuating slightly as the ship was hurtling towards Kessel.

The infochant smiled slightly as he caught her, eyes falling on hers.

For some reason he’d forgotten all about the dirt, the germs, the much that covered him. His clothes were entirely ruined from all that they’d been through in the last day. His jacket was left on the surface of Coruscant, his shirt was raggedy and torn, his pants stained with muck and dust. He should have been freaking out, tearing at his skin, but instead.

Instead he just held her.

It was weird, and in truth he didn’t even consider the oddity of it. Huginn likely would have ascribed it to some sort of stockholm syndrome, but Munin didn’t even think about it.

“You know.” He said. “If you wanted to get closer to me you only have to ask.”

It was the smoothest thing he could think of saying, and admittedly it wasn’t very smooth. Not everyone was perfect.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She pulled away just slightly to adjust those glasses. "Pffft," lips pursed together as she just managed to keep a snort from escaping the tip of her freckled nose. "I'm not doing this on purpose. I don't...just throw myself at men."

She gulped.

#awkwardlevelscritical

"So...are you going to kiss me or do you prefer to make me feel awkward about it?"

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

For a moment Munin put on a face of mock consideration, as if he had to think about the idea.

He had never been very good at being straightforward.

It was part of why he’d always been so good at slicing. People always looked at computer terminals and programs as straight forward things, but the reality was much different. A program, the very building block of a computer, was really a jumble of hundreds, if not thousands of different codes, scripts, and a hundred other different protocols all running together.

It was easy to pick them apart when you came at them from the side, instead of from the way they were meant to be seen.

What did that have to do with kissing Spark? Absolutely nothing, save for perhaps that his own non-charming indirect way had perhaps, charmed misses Finn without him ever intending to. “Welll….”

Munin began as he slowly moved forward and pressed his lips against hers.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

And then he was there. #lipsmet Foot still pressed awkwardly on top of his. Good thing she was a lightweight. Fingers of one hand curled into the fabric of his dirtied-shirt on his side. The other hand tried to raise...but her elbow knocked against arm. A control panel pressed against her hip and the back of a seat just below the back of her knees.

She gave up and just settled her arm hanging back limply at her side. Glasses smashed against her face. But she kissed him. And then some more. #prettykissesdon'texist

She pulled back, cheeks still flaming. "I can't believe you wanted to do this while we were still exposed." Lips trembled into a small smile.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He backed off just a little bit, pulling her with so that she wasn't completely squished against the control panel behind her. Munin smiled down at her, fingers tightening slightly as he tried to think of something that was clever to say.

"I..." The infochant began.

A part of him really wished that he had some sort of a log-book or something with sayings that he could pull out right now, but he found himself at a loss for words in that moment. Other things passed through his mind, thoughts of words being really rather difficult to form in that moment. His mouth hung open for a second more, and then slowly he closed as he realized that he probably looked like an idiot. His lips thinned for a moment, then formed into a smile.

"I figured I'd ask them." He continued on. "In case we didn't make it."

Munin smiled down at her. "Didn't want to go without it."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Blue-eyes widened slightly and she found herself looking beyond his shoulder - embarrassed. He wasn't straightforward with everything but he was definitely straightforward with how he felt about her? Or maybe just how he felt about kissing her. She hadn't felt this way about someone in a long time. And even then, her logical mind tried to reason out of it.

#aintnobodygottimeforthat

She leaned against him in the small space. #alwaysinsmallspaces There was relief at her hip. Speckled-gaze finally connected back with his blues. Why did the men in her life always have blue eyes? #blueyecurse?

"You would've made it. I would've made sure. That's why I took the datachit. It would've been easier for me to see you make it." There was a sadness to her voice but the slicer didn't elaborate.

#losttoomany #superpowerwasgettingcaptured

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

"I doubt it." Munin said truthfully.

There were a few things that he'd learned about himself all throughout life. Most of them were really unimportant to this situation, some fit rather well, and one fit perfectly in why he wouldn't have gotten away. If someone had caught on to them, started chasing them down? "I'm not a very good runner."

He played with computers for a reason.

It was odd, throughout their entire flight last night they'd never actually broken out into a run, at least not more then once. The only time they'd broken out into a sprint was in that hallway in Republica 500, and most of that had been completely fueled by adrenaline. Of course, if someone had started chasing them back at the starport then it would have happened all over again, but Munin ignored that fact and instead decided to give credence to his childhood theory.

Only idiots ran.

Smart people outwitted their enemies, though of course that hadn't exactly worked out last night.

"Besides." He said as he gently pulled her closer. "I don't want to leave you behind."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

She laughed. "I'm not either. Walking is hard enough," breath caught again in her throat as he tugged her closer. She was very aware of every inch of her personal space that evaporated against him. Blonde-tangled hair dripped down her bony-shoulders as her chin tilted up to look at Sawyer.

"But you don't even know me and I barely know you. For all you know, I could be an assassin."

She snorted but tried to keep her face straight. Sandy-brows rose. But it was true - that he didn't know her. And she didn't know much about him. Just that he was another slicer and his trouble past at an orphanage on Coruscant. #notalot

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

Munin shrugged. That was true, he barely knew anything about her at all. He knew her name, that she was a slicer, and really that was about it. Though, he also knew that she was after the same data that he had been. That gave a little bit of a clue, but in truth he hadn't really thought about it much. There were a million reasons why someone would want someone like that, just because he wanted to sell it didn't mean that she did. Information had a thousand different uses.

"Well, I know some very nice assassins." He did actually.

He and Huginn employed half a dozen, and more then a few had very good table manners. It never paid to be rude after all, and not everyone who killed in cold blood had to be mean about it, some were actually quite nice.

"Besides." The infochant said more quietly. "I never really know anyone."

At least not on a personal level. He could dig up facts, details, entire life stories...but getting to know someone was entirely different. There was Huginn of course, but she was an exception. The two of them knew each other like siblings. Every thought, every little quirk, they knew each other better then their own hands. It was a relationship that had developed over years and years of living and growing up together, something that was really inexplicable.

But besides her...there was no one.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Freckled-nose scrunched up as she studied him. Was he joking or did he actually know assassins? She wasn't sure. And part of her didn't want to know. And he never really knew anyone?

"Sounds lonely," she breathed. "We should explore the rest of the ship. See if we can find some new clothes." Eyes traveled down to her rumpled geek-squad shirt. Nose sniffed the air between them. "And a sanisteam."

Hips twisted as she went to slowly step back and pull away.

#adulting

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He let her pull away, though again he found that she'd rather not.

It was an odd feeling really, one that he hadn't encountered before.

Munin of course knew what that meant, logically speaking anyway. Whatever you wanted to call it, Munin knew that it meant he...liked her in some way. That was perhaps a childish way of putting it, but it was true. He frowned for a moment, the thought splitting his mind for just a second before he slowly shook it away. She was right of course, they really did need a change of clothes, perhaps a trip to the sonic shower. The infochant was positive that this model of ship would have that at least.

"Is that an invitation?" The words blurted out of his mouth with a smile...and little thought.

Sometimes he couldn't help it.

That part of him had always gotten him in trouble with others. During his days at the orphanage it had often gotten him beaten up, and after? Well more then one Hutt had a bounty on one of his alias' head.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

"What?!" She squeaked. Her normal-color face turned beet-red this time. Pale fingers flew up and pressed against her cheeks. She turned around.

"No!" With mostly her face covered she gave a second muffled-mutter. "No."

#lol #maybeinafewmonths #years #iftheygotmarried

Spinning back around so he couldn't see her embarrassed face, she marched forward, peeking her head in the first room. There was a set of bunks and a sanisteam. Opening up a wall-panel there were several sets of black tanks, shirts, and pants.

"These might fit you and me." She didn't look up at Munin, still too mortified.

 

[Munin]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He couldn't help but laugh. Her reaction had been better then the smack to the face that he had been expecting, and in truth...he doubted that he would have climbed into the shower with her anyway. There were few places that he felt comfortable, and that was one of them...usually, he hadn't actually seen what the ones on board this ship actually looked like. He slowly wandered after her, making sure to stay out of arms reach in case she thought smacking him.

The infochant took the clothes out of the odd wall locker, gently sidling beside her and inspecting them for a moment. "Alright."

He shot a glance towards the shower.

"Why don't you go first?" His voice was soft, not joking this time. "I'll look around the ship so you can have your privacy."

For some reason he doubted that they would find clothes that fit her, this ship had likely belonged to one man who went on long freight runs. The vessel wasn't exactly built for multiple people, especially since this was the only actual 'room' on board, with the rest of the bunks being two fold down beds in the main hall.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Munin"]

Of course Spark Finn thought about smacking Munin #Sawyer. But that would involve touching him. #notouch #tooheated

But that was neither here nor there.

"Okay." Blue-eyes finally flickered up. "But you better not cheat. Got it?" Thin-arms crossed and she stared at him. She wouldn't move or look away until he promised even though she believed him by his earlier tone.

#nopeaking #nosneakingalook