Noventa - A Star Wars Story

This time, because of Farkas' unavailability, Sharn took charge of salvaging. Given how he had to take care of two jobs now he wasn't dissatisfied. At least Sy was cooperating.

D8 Salvaging. Sharn's Lead, Sy's Assist (Boost). Pirate Bonus.: 3#2eP+3eA+2eB+1eC+2eD+2eS 1 failure, 6 advantage 3 successes, 1 advantage, 1 Triumph 2 successes, 4 advantage




[50 + 700 (After Eye for Detail) + 350] x 0.8 = 825

"It seems quiet today."

"Probably because the invaders are busy on the surface, the pirates are on our side and solar flares have abated." He said casually. "Or, on smaller scale, no Farkas to tease and not the right time to make you moan."

"Maybe." she shrugged. "It's kind of nice, regardless."

He stayed silent himself, checking her claim.

"Yes it is. Though there is some ambience that makes it only a qualified statement." He looked at her. "Any particular reason to enjoy it now?"

"The conversation with our visitor this morning gave me a headache." she replied.

"Ah, that boor. What came out of it?"

"I said I'd go see what they needed us for." she shrugged. "It was worth a look, I guess."

"It wouldn't be my call, but you have more patience for types like those. At least you'll be able to learn whether the moron's employer is more reasonable and less insulting."

"He said I'd get 1,000 for attending the meeting. I can put up with it for that."

He rose and moved to stand behind her chair, then bent over poked his nose into the bun on the top of her hairdo. "Be careful, Sy. You'll likely be dealing with ruthless criminals. I don't want any harm befall you."

She found his hand and squeezed it. "They'll be dealing with me, Sharn."

He brought their joined hands to below her bosom and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Your self-confidence excites me... Just keep hit and run an option if possible."

He paused. He seemed to be up to something, she could sense, but seeking timing. "Since Farkas doesn't seem to be up to the task, I'll fix the tri-fighter today so your back is had when in the Cloakshape."

"I'd appreciate that." she smiled. "I'm concerned I might need it."

"Give me a name and a colour of choice for it then."

"Match its colors to the PheroStar." she suggested. "I'll call it Trix."

"It shall be so." He kissed her shoulder, then leaned back, releasing her hand. Having ensured autopilot is on, he rotated her chair to face him and looked into her eyes.

"I am inviting a Mandalorian woman on board. She's been here several times already. Runi Vizsla. She's important to me. She's strong in the Force like me. She's red-skinned like you, though she isn't a Zelton. I've had sexual intercourses with her, and will continue doing so. I want to know how it changes things for you, if it does. Obviously, it doesn't change much for me as far as my focus on your safety and well-being are concerned, nor with regard to how I am attracted to you." Another man might have been showing some shame or contrition, but he just looked into her eyes in search for answers, and with no lesser intensity than ever before.

"Is she cute?"

"Very, though usually keeps a mien of indifference."

"Hmm... Sounds promising." she smiled.