Shada threw her carry-all on the soft bed. The room was spacious compared
to the Republics standard sized apartments a.k.a. deathtraps as they were
more commonly known. She sat on the bed and looked around. The walls were
painted light violet instead of the usual dull gray. Must be Karrde's
influence. She remembered telling him how she couldn't stand the idea of
living in a grey box all her life, that she wanted something more colorful
and spacious. There wasn't much furniture but the essentials were there. A
table, a bed, two comfy looking chairs and a cupboard. On the table there
was a vase full of fresh, newly picked flowers, giving the room a comfy
atmosphere. She would remember to thank H'sishi for them later since she
knew it was very unlikely that anyone else could've put them there. The men
tended to overlook such simple decorations that were simple enough and that
would give the room habitable feel. Anyway, she knew H'sishi wouldn't have
let Karrde decorate by himself. As a matter of fact knowing his taste,
neither would she. Not that his taste was bad, it was just a tad... grey.
Grinning she stood up and stretched her tired muscles. After checking the ship and meeting the rest of the crew she could rest. Her job would officially start tomorrow with checking the cargo once more and making sure everything went according to the plan. Simple enough and relatively problem free. Hopefully.
Shada picked up her bag and opened it. Inside there were a couple of black leather jumpsuits and a few datapads. She wondered with a ltlle smile on her face that Aves was right in suggesting they go shopping. She had the bare essentials but everything else was lacking. No wonder, since she had spent the last few years being Mazzic's bodyguard. Not a lot of free time to shop amidst the bullet dodging.
After the tedious but necessary unpacking she set off to meet the rest of the gang. Her steps echoed in the empty hallway. Grey as usual, she murmured to herself. Checking her chrono she assumed the others would be in the mess-hall, probably having a foodfight of some sorts or something just as ridiculous. Everyone had a very high opinion of Karrde's employees. Dependable, committed and serious... serious her a.. They were one of the most prank-filled crew she had ever worked with. They probably made the Rogues look like old ladies sipping tea at tea time. Okey, not exactly. She still remembered Wes Janson and the green glob of something or other. She shuddered. Never again would she be foolish enough to let Janson within a parsec of her. Unless of course there was a blaster involved. Her blaster, to be precise, and Janson somewhere in front of her trusted blaster. Preferably just in front. A feral grin crept on her face. Perfect.
She continued walking down the hallway. It wouldn't do good for the crew morale if they saw their boss grinning like a krayt dragon in the middle of the hallway.
Her thoughts turned to the upcoming meeting. Aves had been obviously pleased to see her. She hoped the others would feel the same. It would make her job a lot easier. She remembered most of the crew and hoped that not many had changed during her absence.
Opening the mess-hall doors she was surrounded by a wide range of noises and various parts of conversation. She looked around and noted that almost all of the crew was there. She saw Ghent, engrossed in his datapad. Aves was sitting next to him trying unsuccessfully to have a normal conversation with the young lad. Jaffey was sitting his back to her gulfing down his food as quickly as humanly possible. So, his appetite hadn't changed at all, not a surprise really. Across him sat Debra the new twi-lek. She had a very interesting expression on her blue face. It was one of amazement and disgust. Shada chuckled, she wondered how long the twi-lek would just sit there and stare at Jaffey. Chin was missing from the group as was H'sishi.
« Well, well, well, look who decided to join the crew. »
Shada turned arund to see a young woman in a black tunic sitting with her feet propped on the table. The woman's blond hair was held in check by a red ribbon, that clashed with the violet eyes. There seemed to be an aura of innocence and arrogance about her. Not a usual mix. In her hands she held a bottle of lomin ale. The kind that pilots tended to favour. She gazed at Shada as she approached the table. Shada acknowledged her with a nod.
« So, you finally came to your senses, eh ? Knew you couldn't stay away from the cap too long. » The woman smirked.
« This has nothing to do with Karrde. » Shada replied with annoyance. « I needed a job and he had one available. Simple as that. A business deal, nothing more. »
« Ah, but you wished it was. »
« Not again, Josie. I just got here. Not the lecture again. Why won't you admit you're wrong about this. Don't try to play matchmaker because it won't work. I have no such interests in Karrde. And he most definitely doesn't have any such interest in me. Don't be ridiculous. We work together. Besides, he's Karrde, y'know. The whole idea is just laughable.»
As she was speaking, Karrde entered the mess-hall. He happened to catch the last part of Shada's speech. Something akin to pain flashed through his façade. Aves who was sitting near the back, in the shadows, noticed and began to wonder.
Grinning she stood up and stretched her tired muscles. After checking the ship and meeting the rest of the crew she could rest. Her job would officially start tomorrow with checking the cargo once more and making sure everything went according to the plan. Simple enough and relatively problem free. Hopefully.
Shada picked up her bag and opened it. Inside there were a couple of black leather jumpsuits and a few datapads. She wondered with a ltlle smile on her face that Aves was right in suggesting they go shopping. She had the bare essentials but everything else was lacking. No wonder, since she had spent the last few years being Mazzic's bodyguard. Not a lot of free time to shop amidst the bullet dodging.
After the tedious but necessary unpacking she set off to meet the rest of the gang. Her steps echoed in the empty hallway. Grey as usual, she murmured to herself. Checking her chrono she assumed the others would be in the mess-hall, probably having a foodfight of some sorts or something just as ridiculous. Everyone had a very high opinion of Karrde's employees. Dependable, committed and serious... serious her a.. They were one of the most prank-filled crew she had ever worked with. They probably made the Rogues look like old ladies sipping tea at tea time. Okey, not exactly. She still remembered Wes Janson and the green glob of something or other. She shuddered. Never again would she be foolish enough to let Janson within a parsec of her. Unless of course there was a blaster involved. Her blaster, to be precise, and Janson somewhere in front of her trusted blaster. Preferably just in front. A feral grin crept on her face. Perfect.
She continued walking down the hallway. It wouldn't do good for the crew morale if they saw their boss grinning like a krayt dragon in the middle of the hallway.
Her thoughts turned to the upcoming meeting. Aves had been obviously pleased to see her. She hoped the others would feel the same. It would make her job a lot easier. She remembered most of the crew and hoped that not many had changed during her absence.
Opening the mess-hall doors she was surrounded by a wide range of noises and various parts of conversation. She looked around and noted that almost all of the crew was there. She saw Ghent, engrossed in his datapad. Aves was sitting next to him trying unsuccessfully to have a normal conversation with the young lad. Jaffey was sitting his back to her gulfing down his food as quickly as humanly possible. So, his appetite hadn't changed at all, not a surprise really. Across him sat Debra the new twi-lek. She had a very interesting expression on her blue face. It was one of amazement and disgust. Shada chuckled, she wondered how long the twi-lek would just sit there and stare at Jaffey. Chin was missing from the group as was H'sishi.
« Well, well, well, look who decided to join the crew. »
Shada turned arund to see a young woman in a black tunic sitting with her feet propped on the table. The woman's blond hair was held in check by a red ribbon, that clashed with the violet eyes. There seemed to be an aura of innocence and arrogance about her. Not a usual mix. In her hands she held a bottle of lomin ale. The kind that pilots tended to favour. She gazed at Shada as she approached the table. Shada acknowledged her with a nod.
« So, you finally came to your senses, eh ? Knew you couldn't stay away from the cap too long. » The woman smirked.
« This has nothing to do with Karrde. » Shada replied with annoyance. « I needed a job and he had one available. Simple as that. A business deal, nothing more. »
« Ah, but you wished it was. »
« Not again, Josie. I just got here. Not the lecture again. Why won't you admit you're wrong about this. Don't try to play matchmaker because it won't work. I have no such interests in Karrde. And he most definitely doesn't have any such interest in me. Don't be ridiculous. We work together. Besides, he's Karrde, y'know. The whole idea is just laughable.»
As she was speaking, Karrde entered the mess-hall. He happened to catch the last part of Shada's speech. Something akin to pain flashed through his façade. Aves who was sitting near the back, in the shadows, noticed and began to wonder.