Noventa - A Star Wars Story

When she had finished her work with the scrambler key, Fey's next dish was the scrap Kai had hauled back from the hauler. He'd told her to make him something nice, and well... he didn't need anymore guns right now. After seeing him flex his muscles yesterday though, she figured he'd be happy with something like a pair of brass knuckles, for when he'd need to throw some punches.

He had looked pretty heroic in her eyes at that moment.

It would take her hours, including skipping lunch, and she felt pretty strained - but the project was successful.


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D8 LM-EA Making brass knuckles for Kai out of the scrap we hauled.: 1eP+3eA+2eD 3 successes, 1 threat


Brass knuckles successfully made. Fey suffers 3 strain.

[popping in EA]

Quinn still hadn't gone to the clinic; she was putting it off. I mean, who would want their arm cut off and replaced by a mechanical one? Okay, maybe a few years back she would've thought it'd be cool. The vids made the heroes with cyberarms look so cool! But that was then, and this is now. And now? Now she didn't feel like it.

So she wandered around the spaceport, rather aimlessly.

Having wrapped up her work for now and stowed it away on the ship, Fey headed out into the spaceport itself again to get something to drink from the vending machines there. Her hands fel a bit sore from all the work, but overall she was feeling a bit better today than she did yesterday.

Seeing the familiar figure of Quinn, which stood out even more with one arm less, the twi'lek gave a wave as she approached. "Quinn, bonjour," she said, trying to keep a more cheerful tone instead of making it obvious she had some sympathy for the girl's condition.

As well as lots of questions. "Looking for something, or someone?"

The arm; still attached, just useless; was kept in a sling for the moment.

"Oh..." she turned to look at the girl. "...hello. No. I'm just... hanging out."

"Not much to these days with the current visitors, I guess?" she hadn't checked with Cal if the 12 Parsecs was still up and running either.

"... You doing ok?" Fey gestured vaguely to Quinn's arm.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine. Could do with some money though. You know how it is."

One eyebrow lifted. "Yeah, no, I know you have money, Quinn, so you ain't getting my credits today," she smirked with some good humor. Quinn didn't strike her like the type of kid who liked to have a pity-party.

"Though... I'll buy you something to drink, and we can talk a little?"

"I don't have anywhere near enough money for one of those fancy cyberlimbs though," she said with a shrug. "But I'll take the drink."

"Going straight for top-shelf stuff, huh?" she shook her head with some amusement. Most would be satisified with one that could just do the job. The twi'lek continued on the path toward the vending machines, and picked out a fruity soda for herself.

"Do they even have such things here on this planet?"

"I don't know. Just figured I'd try and shoot for it. But I wasn't so lucky at the tables today."

"Should maybe consider breaking into the Imps-stuff instead. They might have some of the sweeter cyber-stuff, since there's an admiral and an inquisitor here..." she spoke with a more quiet tone before looking back to Quinn. "What do you want to drink?"

"I don't look forward to messing with that inquisitor," she said while thinking about the other question.

"As for drinks... you decide."

Fey shrugged and bought the same fruity soda she had picked to give to Quinn. "So... you're actually thinking about going after that Inquisitor then?"

She took the drink in hand. "Uh... maybe. Not by myself, that's for sure."

"Hmmm... maybe not the best place here," she said thoughtfully as she popped up the can of her own drink. "We can go back to our hangar. Less chance there of Imps overhearing. Ok?"

She held out her own can... since with only one hand she wasn't going to be able to open it.

"Sure, lead the way."

"Ah right... my bad," she felt a bit sheepish now, having forgotten Quinn's condition. "One sec, sweetpea." The smile seemed to come naturally as she did the interesting juggling of holding her own drink while opening up Quinn's. But it seemed it was something she had done a few times before.

"Here you go. Hope you like fruity refreshement."

"Thanks," she said and took a sip.

"It's good," she said as a follow up, with an attached smile.

Taking a sip of her own, Fey started to walk and lead Quinn to the Ivory Phoenix's hangar. "So, hmm... how long have you had that weapon, if I may ask?"

"A few days. I finally managed to get everything I needed to make one."