Star Wars: Silent Destiny

Interlude: Trouble

In Which a Confession Finally Takes Place.

A conversation between Jillyfae and Darth Krzysztof

GM:
By the time you get back to Silent Destiny, J16 has already analyzed the data you took from the Lucky Sun. There’s just enough time to scrape together a cargo of Stuff before the major legitimate markets close. J16 is able to slice a delivery into Penumbra’s schedule and you’re off around the time night falls on the starport. As there’s all manners of traffic around Ord Mantell, it’ll take a little, boring while to reach the station.

Kay:
so, bit of a stretch, bit of a sigh, sitting in /her/ chair, getting starting on the getting going.

GM:
Just as she’s starting to get restless, Kay hears footsteps that she knows to be Zeva’s coming up the cockpit corridor.
“I hope I’m not intruding,” Zeva says softly. “I brought you something.”
She offers Kay a mug of hot cocoa. Zeva did not do a good job of it; much undissolved powder still floats on the top.

Kay:
“More surprised you’d be wanting to be the one intruding, than feeling intruded upon. If that makes sense?” turns, and throws half a smile over her shoulder “You’re always welcome, pretty lady.”
swallows a snort at the cocoacoughs awkwardly* “Could maybe use a spoon as well, though?”

GM:
She hands you a spoon. “Yes. Sorry. The Captain offered to help me make it. I should have listened.”

Kay:
“S’alright. Nothing that can’t be fixed.” starts stirring “Can’t go too wrong with chocolate, darling.”

GM:
“Oh good, good.” She turns the copilot’s chair, but pauses. “May I?”

Kay:
“Sure thing.”
sets cocoa down, glances across instrument panelshums*picks up cocoa again*puts it down*sighs*

GM:
Zeva sits and keeps the seat facing Kay, rather than the window. “I’m sorry about the casino,” she half-blurts.

Kay:
“Well, and all, I don’t know that you need to apologize?” shrugs “Not like you have experience with the conning of security guards and such. Not that I won’t take it. I mean, thank you and all, but.” shrugs again “Still not quite sure where we lost the plan?”

GM:
“I lost the plan. The galaxy changed on me, but I haven’t." Her hands wave around in front of her. “I’m like a fish out of water. Only I need to grow lungs in a hurry, because there’s no water for anyone to throw me back in.”

Kay:
“Ahh,” sighs “And here we keep treating you like you’ve just taken a step outside a door. You do so well, I think I forgot.” shakes her head “I’m sorry, Zeva.”
“If it helps, I’d miss you, even if you found a handy ocean to dive into?”

GM:
That gets her to smile a bit.

Kay:
“There’s the pretty lady.” grins
“See, you’ll figure it out. Can’t be too bad, if you remember to smile.”

GM:
And that brings her smile back into full focus.

Kay:
swallows, and picks up her cocoa and ducks head to drink it

GM:
“Thank you, Kay. This has been…” She stares out the window. “I have to learn to manage my feelings in ways beyond trying to stomp on them.”

Kay:
coughs(almost chokes)coughs some moreputs mug down*gasps for breath*
“Uh. Yes. Sometimes that is a tough one it is.”

GM:
Zeva leans forward and pats Kay’s back for a moment.

Kay:
practically squeaks and jumps at the contact (she can hear herself getting threatened with Book’s special hell at this precise moment, it’s ridiculous) waves Zeva back “Thanks, thanks but, yeah, fine. I’m fine. Really.”

GM:
Once Zeva is sure that Kay is not choking to death, she leans back in the seat.
She takes a deep breath and gazes out at Ord Mantell below you. “The unfamiliar feelings are the worst. They’re too quick, or smart, for me to step on them.”

Kay:
“Well, you’re smart though. You can be as smart as them. Smarter than? Your own … you know, I don’t know that I’m smart enough to know all the right nouns for this conversation.”
“I do know you can’t argue at your heart with sense. Like ‘specting a mech droid to speak Basic. Ain’t gonna work. Wrong language.”

GM:
Zeva nods. “I know, what, a hundred words in Zabrak now? And about three in Heart.”

Kay:
laughs “Not quite what I meant, pretty lady, but an /excellent/ start.”
“Can’t never go wrong with Zabrak. Captain’s great at sense, when it’s hard to find your own. Though I ’spose that might just be me that has a problem with sense?”

GM:
Zeva glances back at Kay. “I think everyone has some problem with sense in one way or another.”

Kay:
“True. Uncle…” shakes her head “Uncle always used to say as how common sense wasn’t.”

GM:
She smiles again. “Master Tulu said the same thing.”
You guide Silent Destiny into a new line of traffic.

Kay:
“Ah, he’d be so proud.” laughs softly “Master agreeing with him.”

GM:
“We’ll tell him soon,” Zeva says, briefly touching Kay on the forearm.

Kay:
“Ah,” lets her other hand rest on top of Zeva’s “Here I was supposed to be helping you with the whole not drowning thing, and you keep helping me instead.”

GM:
You feel Zeva’s hand start to pull away, but she leaves it in place. She spends a moment deciding what to say before choosing: “Was it luck that you and the Captain found me? Or was it destiny?”

Kay:
“Can’t it be both? With a little bit of our own brand of madcap bravery thrown in?”
leans in a little, voice drops “Gotta make your own luck, you know.”

GM:
You nearly miss the feeling of Zeva’s shiver beneath your fingertips.

Kay:
“Ah, pretty lady, you’re going to get me in so much trouble, you know that?” lifts Zeva’s hand, brushes a light kiss against her knuckles, and carefully places it back on Zeva’s armrest before leaning back in her chair

GM:
The Jedi holds her kissed hand to her breast, turns to face the canopy, and props a booted foot up. You see the corner of her mouth turn up. “How much trouble are we in already?”

Kay:
clicks tongue “Oh, we’ve had barely a whiff. It gets so much worse.” smiles slowly “Or better, depending on your perspective.”

GM:
“I think… or rather, I feel… that I should welcome trouble in my life.”

Kay:
“Oh,” presses a hand to her heart “that is a perilous sort of welcome to offer a pilot. Might never let you take that back. Always more trouble.”

GM:
The dark, dull gray silhouette of Penumbra Station appears in the distance.
“It’s… it’s difficult, what I have to say. But I almost ruined things at Lucky Sun, and I don’t want to risk that again.”

Kay:
starts to say something, stops
“I have some better idea what went wrong than I did. It’s not a thing has to be rushed, if you don’t want to. Suppose it’s not a thing has to be ignored, if you don’t want to that, either, though?”

GM:
She turns her gaze back to Kay, the light of your homeworld sparkling in her green eyes.

Kay:
“Ahh, you are just too pretty for words.”

GM:
“You’re one to talk.”

Kay:
“The lady thinks I’m pretty! I may never stop smiling again.”

GM:
“When you first saw the red dress, and I pictured you in it… I finally saw it.”
She pulls her knees up to her chest. “I don’t want to ignore the thing any more. That’s why I was so… so jealous when you had the waitress in your lap! But I do want to know if you feel something too.” She flicks her gaze away, but only for a moment. “Something for me.”

Kay:
“Oh. I may blush. I don’t blush for just anyone.” shakes head “Which is still not an answer, and I never meant to be cruel to either you nor myself. So, yes.”
“What a something could be, or how much of the good sort of trouble might be outweighed by the bad, I have not the slightest idea. But yes.”
(She is enjoying saying ‘yes’ way too much. WAY TOO MUCH.)

GM:
Zeva’s face lights up. “I’ve told you how the Order forbade us to love. But I’ve seen how our beliefs didn’t save us.”
“If I’m the last Jedi, I have to find my own path. And walk it. Carefully.”

Kay:
“That sounds like all the best sorts of trouble. Even if we’re careful.”

GM:
“I’m so glad to hear you say it.” She unstretches her legs.
“I’m afraid I don’t know anything about courtship on Ord Mantell. Or anywhere else.” She glances at Penumbra Station as it draws closer. “Assuming we ever have time.”

Kay:
“Ah, there’s not much in the way of courting where I come from. Tend to skip right to the, uh … fight or, um.” (kay’s thoughts: I have not been embarrassed by sex since I was sixteen and yet I do not know how to finish that sentence with Zeva listening.)

GM:
Okay, NOW Zeva’s blushing. But grinning. “Oh. Right.”

Kay:
“But it’ll be fun figuring it out, right?”

GM:
“I look forward to it.”
“Should you tell the Captain? Or should I? Maybe we should tell her together.”

Kay:
“Oh, the Captain’ll be figuring it out all on her own, I’m sure. We’ll have a chat over dinner some night soon, if we need to.”
“Your first lesson, as a person in a new galaxy, is that food makes everything better.”

GM:
“A lesson I promise to take to heart.”
Zeva hauls herself out of the copilot’s seat. “I should start getting ready,” she says, touching Kay on the shoulder one more time. “I feel so much better now.”

Kay:
“Glad I am to hear it. And I do too.”

GM:
“And you’ll feel better still once we have Savit back and this place is behind us.”

Kay:
taps on the edge of her chair “From your mouth to Lady Luck’s ears, hmm? Though we probably shouldn’t tempt her too much. She’s been generous enough, of late.”

GM:
Zeva nods and heads aft with one last glance back over her shoulder.

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