Interlude
Hallie rifled through the miniscule cargo bay of her starship in a frantic search for her last box of Taun Fawn Bites, jostling aside plasteel crates tossing already-perused canisters and lockboxes. She wondered for a moment how it would look if anyone saw her overturning the bay - in search of cookies, no less - but dismissed the concern almost immediately. Tosin was still resting in his quarters; there was no one else alive on the ship.
"I could've sworn I tucked it away here ... " she mumbled to no one in particular.
After another fifteen minutes of fruitless frustration picking through a junkyard of her own making, Hallie resigned herself to defeat. She had already scoured most of the ship searching for the honey-flavored cookies, all to no avail. A ration pack would have to do until they could find an opportunity to make a supply run.
On her way back to her quarters, Hallie stumbled into 2V-R6, the deranged and only semi-functioning protocol droid they had acquired to service the ship.
"Do you require anything, master? A hot *BRZZT* m-m-mealworm perhaps? Con- *BRZZT* - flagration? A foot- *ZBRRBT* massacre?"
She stared at the droid blankly for a moment before responding. "No foot massacres for me today, thanks … We really need to get someone to take a look at you, don't we?
"According to my memory databanks, [data not found.] Would you like me to schedule main - *ZZBRRT* -character in the new play Shadow of Re - *BRZZT* -verse your hair loss with this new miracle formula, smuggled from the heart of Coruscant!"
Hallie sighed as the droid proceeded to spout what must've been stray radio signals. "... you wouldn't happen to have seen my stash of Taun Fawn cookies, would you?"
"Excellent! I was just wondering what I could do to - *RBRZZT* - Excellent! I was just wondering what I could do to - *BRZT* - was just wondering what I could - *ZBRZT* - just wondering what I could do to please you!"
To Hallie's relief, the droid ambled away without another malfunctioning word, metal feet clanking audibly against the floor. She really would have to have the droid looked at, though she had originally hoped to make it out of Imperial space first. In case the surviving Siphon came back looking for revenge, Hallie preferred not to leave a trail to follow if possible.
She rounded the corner and came to Tosin's quarters. Might as well ask…
She knocked. There was no reply, but from inside, she heard a scuffling sound. Hallie couldn't help herself. The door was unlocked; she activated the release, only to find Tosin in his skivvies with a scrunched up shirt in his hands, undoubtedly in an effort to scramble and get dressed before she did exactly what she had just done.
Before Tosin could utter a word, Hallie yelped her apology. "Sorry! Sorry! I'll uh … I'll come back! After you're dressed. Yes. Toodles!"
She fled at a brisk stride, reaching the cockpit where she found 2V-R6 waiting for her. "As you requested, Mistress. Is there anything else I can do to please you?"
Without a word, Hallie accepted the ration pack the droid had meticulously carved into the shape of a young taun taun, complete with a wide-eyed smile.
Once Hallie was safely out of view, Tosin quietly un-scrunched his shirt; it was covered in cookie crumbs.
Dropping the mess in his hamper, he made a mental note to volunteer to do the next round of laundry.