"Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Carth dubiously.
In answer to his question, Mona Drackan stopped. She looked back over her shoulder and tilted her sunglasses down to fix him with the full force of "The Look". The Look had been named such first by Mission, ever since the Jedi had started using it as much against her allies as her enemies. It was a look of danger and power. In Mission's case, Mona had turned The Look on her when the Twi'lek had suggested that their current gizka infestation was not as bad as Mona made out.
This innocent comment might have passed under the radar if the Jedi had not just been involved in a rather complex chase of one that had stolen one of her lightsabres. This alone would not have warranted The Look if not for the extenuating circumstances. Such circumstances just happened to involve the fact that it was very early in the morning, Mona had not had her required caffeine dose and was also only half-dressed. Consequentially, her half-naked chase of the gizka had involved a lot of swearing, rousing the rest of the crew and putting on what Canderous described as a "free-show". Mona still was not talking to him.
Carth mentally shook off the rather distracting memory as he considered the Jedi before him. She was giving him The Look. No living thing, sentient or otherwise, could stand that look for long. The Republic pilot was certain that, if she chose, she could turn that look on dead Sith Lords and they'd spring to life and run away too. He held up his hands in a pacifying gesture, chuckling and taking a step back.
"Okay, easy Beautiful, I don't want you to kick my ass!"
Mona chuckled and dropped The Look. "And risk bruising it? Now that would be a galactic tragedy. Though I suppose it would mean you couldn't sit down for a while, and that might not be so bad..." she yet her voice trail off, eyebrows raised suggestively.
Carth blinked three times in quick succession, completely at a loss as to what he should be thinking at the knowledge that Mona had at some point checked out his backside and found it to her liking. A slow flush crept up his cheeks and Mona laughed again. She gave him a cheeky wink before returning to contemplate the Dune Sea, a highly amused smile still playing about her lips.
And for some reason, Carth found himself fixing this mundane moment in his memory. Mona's cheeky grin, the wink, the amused smile, the inviting yet challenging gleam in her eyes. The sunglare off the endless sands, off her sunglasses and lightsabre hilts. The way it struck her auburn hair, making it radiate with an inner light; a slight breeze lifted the tresses away from her face and shorter locks that had escaped her ponytail. She stood still, one hand on her hip and the other shielding her eyes, flawless and perfect, as she gazed out to the west. Then she started off down the side of the dune they were currently at the top of and the moment passed.
"Coming?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Yeah," he answered, his mood suddenly pensive as he considered why he was paying so much attention to Mona. She was very attractive, he had never tried to deny that, but this seemed... different.
A tingling sensation swept over the back of his neck and he turned quickly, trusting his instincts not to let him down. Mona gave a guilty twitch, quickly looking off to the right and Carth grinned at the confirmation that she had been checking out his backside. He stepped to one side and gave a mocking half-bow.
"Ladies first, Beautiful,"
Mona raised her eyebrows, nonchalant. She sauntered casually forwards, and Carth was certain she was aware that he was going to return the favour of staring at her derrière. Why else would she be walking so... extravagantly?
She grinned cockily over her shoulder. "Alright, flyboy, I guess it's your turn,"