Turn of Events on Trighton's Point

Aaron_Rawls

Date: Wednesday, 03 Feb 2010, 1:23 AM | Message # 16

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"Sure thing," Rawls said, climbing out of the pilot's seat and back to his boots. "This is Doohan, or was," he said, as the mechanic had already disappeared down the corridor and into the turbolift. This wasn't unusual for him—he spent most of his time in the cargo hold or in the engine room, and he was never particularly friendly to passengers. Still, he needed to have a word with Doohan sooner or later. Sid had mentioned him at the bank, and noticeably Doohan hadn't mentioned Sid at all since Rawls had returned. He must have known something, in advance, about what happened there. But Rawls put it out of his mind for now, coming about to face Kaylie again as he gestured theatrically at the cockpit. "This is the bridge, as you might have surmised. If you'll follow me," he led her down the corridor from which they came, past a few consoles and a modest crew lounge—with maps, shot glasses, various papers and trash scattered about a couch and a table—and back into the turbolift.

A moment later, they would step out of the lift onto a lower deck. There was another lounge, with a similar couch and table, only this one was much cleaner and appeared not to be in use. There was a holographic game board on the table, and some flimplast magazines from a year ago. Some of the lights in the corridor, ahead, had burned out and not been replaced. "These are the staterooms," Rawls explained, walking down the corridor and opening one of the doors that led into a bedroom, comfortably furnished. "Make yourself at home," he said, switching on the light to be sure that it worked, then resting his hands on his hips and glancing about the room as if he'd not seen it in awhile. Aphelion hadn't had many passengers lately. "You're welcome to this room or any of the others on this deck 'cept the last one, at the end of the hall." He didn't say why.

"My quarters are on the deck below us," he went on, "So's the kitchen, dining room, galley and, of course, the refresher. Thing about the 'fresher, though, is there's only five minutes of heat in the shower until it goes cold as Hoth. You're lucky though," he said with a mischievious grin as he stepped out of the room and back into the corridor, "I usually don't tell the passengers that—it's hilarious when they find out. Well," he added, "if you need anything, find me or Doohan. I need a drink after that close call, so we'll probably be down there tonight having a few if you want in. That's about it though, in terms of crew. We had somebody else, but he's just departed back on Trighton's."

"We're headed to Nar Shaddaa. Is that going to work for you?" he asked, although he seemed apprehensive about the idea. Nar Shaddaa isn't a place he'd wish on anyone, and especially not a beautiful, unaccompanied woman. He caught himself, then, caring about her well being, and he didn't like it. "It's not a nice place," he said simply, glancing away down the corridor at nothing in particular, "We'll probably be headed Coreward after that, so you're welcome to stay on awhile if that's more your fancy. It's easier to get a flight from there to someplace else, too."

Aaron Rawls
Captain of the Aphelion
Smuggler, Scoundrel (occasional "Baron")

Kaylie_Winters

Date: Wednesday, 03 Feb 2010, 3:22 PM | Message # 17

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Kaylie lingered along behind him as he showed her around the ship. "It's cozy...." She murmured to Aaron when he finally stopped and the nickle tour was over. "I probably will join you after while, but if you don't mind...." She nodded towards a stateroom and picked her duffel bag back up. "I just....tired. You know." Kaylie glanced to him for a moment when he spoke about Nar Shaddaa.

"I don't care where we're going, Aaron. I really don't. Nar Shaddaa is just as good as anywhere, and it's not like I haven't been worse places than that." She reflected for a moment on all of the places she had been with Darwin. Not to mention the places she had gone alone looking for him after he died. Course, she knew, somehow, that he had died, but she wouldn't give up hope. "If you're expecting to be there a couple days, I can make arrangements from there, or from which ever coreworld you choose. I am pretty laid back."

Kaylie looked away from him for a moment and then wordlessly slipped into the stateroom and let the door slid closed behind her as she threw her duffel on the bunk.
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She sat her messenger bag down on the bed and pulled the slender datapad out of the bag. Kaylie flopped back into the armchair that was nestled into the corner of the room and turned the device on. There was a signal, and she was thankful for that. Kaylie tapped the stylus absently against the screen as she pulled up the program she needed. It only took the woman a few moments to send the signal to Darwin's x wing, which to her knowledge was still crashed somewhere. If it were in good enough working order, the ship would fly itself to Nar Shaddaa where she would be able to find it.

Kaylie sighed and let the datapad drop into her lap and she pushed her mousy brown locks back from her eyes and trailed her fingers through the messy mop of hair. Her eyes were moist, though there weren't full blown tears yet. The plan had just come into her mind a couple of weeks ago, and meeting Rawls was just the coincidence she needed to push herself to go through with it. And in reality, there was not much of a plan. She thought that once she had the ship, maybe somehow she would have some semblance of that connection back. It was silly. Silly and emotional.

With her fingertips, she brushed the almost non-existent tears from her lower eyelids before she tucked the datapad back into her messenger bag, then tucked the bag under the small desk that was crammed into the room. With that being done, Kaylie changed into a clean shirt (It was a white fitted t-shirt if anyone cared) and put her hair into a ponytail before she left the stateroom and went to find Aaron and that drink.

It only took a few moments before she was down in the galley and was cleaning glasses that had been sitting all over the counter....they would surely need them for the alcohol that would soon follow.