Jarvis was lying on the top of The Wandering One’s hull, staring up at the night sky. He wondered absently how many of those stars he had visited, and how many more he would visit in the coming years. He was content for the first time in his life. Sure, there were definitely things that would make him happier, like fining his parents, or his childhood friends, but he was happy with where he was in life, and what he was doing. He had a good captain, a sturdy ship, and more credits than he would have dreamed of a few years ago, which still wasn't all that much in most people's eyes.
A small access hatch slid open, and Captain Yalla stuck her head out, growling something ant Jarvis.
"Oh, right, the preflight check, sorry," Jarvis replied, standing up and making his way over to the Wookie. "I guess I lost track of the time." He climbed down into the ship and made his way toward the bridge, glancing over at Yalla and asked, "So, where're we off to now?" She growled a reply, and Jarvis shot her an uncertain look. "Imperial space? I thought we decided to steer clear of Imperial space; you know, the whole 'Superior Race' thing and all? It's a little difficult to blend in when your a Ryn standing in the middle of a bunch of gray-clad Humans.
Yalla said something else as she stepped onto the bridge, a warning tone in her voice. "It's always some 'important meeting,'" Jarvis retorted, following Yalla onto the bridge. "One of these days, I'd just like to fly some water to Tatooine or dirt to Mon Calamari or something. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to get us a job we can complete without getting shot at."
"This one should be no problem," Relka, the navigator, said from his seat, turning around to greet his two bosses. "We're just transporting some high-falooting, fancy-pants Core type from Kuat to Corellia."
"Finally, a safe run!" Jarvis exclaimed, smiling widely and sitting at the comm station, which he had been running for the past few months.
Yalla grumbled something about hurrying up and doing the preflight check, then she stalked off, looking a lot more concerned than she should be for a "safe run."
A small access hatch slid open, and Captain Yalla stuck her head out, growling something ant Jarvis.
"Oh, right, the preflight check, sorry," Jarvis replied, standing up and making his way over to the Wookie. "I guess I lost track of the time." He climbed down into the ship and made his way toward the bridge, glancing over at Yalla and asked, "So, where're we off to now?" She growled a reply, and Jarvis shot her an uncertain look. "Imperial space? I thought we decided to steer clear of Imperial space; you know, the whole 'Superior Race' thing and all? It's a little difficult to blend in when your a Ryn standing in the middle of a bunch of gray-clad Humans.
Yalla said something else as she stepped onto the bridge, a warning tone in her voice. "It's always some 'important meeting,'" Jarvis retorted, following Yalla onto the bridge. "One of these days, I'd just like to fly some water to Tatooine or dirt to Mon Calamari or something. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to get us a job we can complete without getting shot at."
"This one should be no problem," Relka, the navigator, said from his seat, turning around to greet his two bosses. "We're just transporting some high-falooting, fancy-pants Core type from Kuat to Corellia."
"Finally, a safe run!" Jarvis exclaimed, smiling widely and sitting at the comm station, which he had been running for the past few months.
Yalla grumbled something about hurrying up and doing the preflight check, then she stalked off, looking a lot more concerned than she should be for a "safe run."