Feni - Leah | Kyp - Shel
Fenig Durak: ::Lets see...where were we?
I believe Fenig had recruited Kyp to help her set in motion one of her
infamous pranks. So, in the hanger now, what was this
enigmatic mechanic going to make the Jedi Boy do? Paintbrushes and different degrees of paint
sprayers all set neatly in a box in the mechanic's office, with a number of different colors.
The most prominent being flesh tone and flight suit orange:: Alright, I've got the pattern
marked in chalk on the bottom of the fighter that we'll be painting. There are two wheel sleds
to lay on while we paint. Jut follow the pattern. It's kinda like paint by number. Questions?
::HUGE grin:
Kyp Durron: Who's X-wing is this, and what in
the Sith are we painting?
Fenig Durak: Oh, we're just painting a
moral booster on the bottom of Myn's wing. That's all. ::Yeah, right.
And I'm a Hutt::
Kyp Durron: -=looks at her like he knows she's
up to something, but hey, it's *her* squadron...=- Where's the brush?
Fenig Durak: ::Steering the two sleds and
the box of supplies toward Myn's wing, Fenig points in the box:: I've
got different sizes of brushes, a few sprayers for the
larger areas, and enough paint to cover the entire ship. Though we won't need it all.
Kyp Durron: -=grabs a huge brush and Orange paint
and rolls under the X-wing without a word - still looking rather troubled=-
Fenig Durak: ::She laughs softly for a
moment before grabbing a smaller brush and the fleshtone paint:: Don't
worry kid, I promise it'll be ok ::This
is the way we paint a prank, paint a prank, paint a prank. This is the
way we paint a prank, at just after midnight!::
Kyp Durron: Yeah, sure..... -=Maybe I *should* talk to Skywalker
about this? Or Han... maybe he has an idea.... no, he wouldn't - has to
be a Jedi..... =- *sighs*
Fenig Durak: So tell me, Kyp ::paint paint
paint:: What was all that stuff with Siee about anyway?
Kyp Durron: -=hedges like anyone growing up on
a prison planet would hedge=- What stuff?
Fenig Durak: ::painting along the outlines
and the like for hte fleshtone, Fenig cast a quick glance at him:: The
stuff that had you unconscious and her on the ground nearly
crying
Kyp Durron: -=looks at her with piercing green
eyes=- You know much about the Force?
Fenig Durak: HArdly anything. ::more painting::
I take it then that it was a Jedi thing?
Kyp Durron: Thought so -=ignores her comment and
keeps grimly painting while trying to work things out in his mind. A mental
blast like that........=-
Fenig Durak: ::She frowns for a moment,
pausing in her efforts to turn a rather odd stare on him:: That was pretty
rude, Kyp.
Kyp Durron: Well, they don't exactly teach manners
on Kessel -=bites out=-
Kyp Durron: I say things like I see them. -
If more
people stopped pansy-footing around and say what they mean - the galaxy'd
be a much better place.
Fenig Durak: ::She nods slowly, turning
her eyes back to the task at hand:: I see. Well, I may not have some
incredible amount of Force talent like you and Skywalker,
but Siee is my friend and when she is in pain,
I'm inclined to be concerned. ::speaking with a gentle tone, she went
on:: I know that you've heard all of this before. Han's a good man with a good
head on his shoulders, however just because you think something doesn't necessarily mean
you should say it. ::Does she really need to
bring up the universally known incident with Qwi and the Sun Crusher?::
Kyp Durron: You want me to apologies? Fine, then
I'll apologise. -=looks at her=- Miss Fenig, I am most terribly sorry if
I hurt your feelings with my unthought words. -=turns back to painting=-
Fenig Durak: ::Sighing softly, she shook
her head, thinking to herself 'Ah, youth.':: All I am saying, Kyp, is
that sometimes it's better to pick your words than just
spout stuff off. The next person that comes along
might not be as patient as most.
Kyp Durron: -=mumbles=- Whatever.
Fenig Durak: ::A mental sigh as she decided
a change of subject was in order:: How is Han doing these days?
Kyp Durron: -=smiles, glad for the change of subject.
Kyp compartmentalises his mind, one part trying to puzzle out what happened
with the Janson girl - the other conversing with Fenig=-
Kyp Durron: He's doing great! He even let me fly
the Falcon back from Yavin4. Man, one day I'm going to have an excellent
craft like that.
Kyp Durron: -=some paint drops onto his cheek
and into his dark hair from the underside of the x-wing=-
Fenig Durak: Y'know, I came this close
to taking a peak at those engines and all those crazy modifications of
his
Kyp Durron: And you're still alive? -=dry humour,
much like Solo's=-
Fenig Durak: Hey, I'm a damn good mechanic
and he knows it. ::DOesn't mention how exactly she knows Solo. Probably
best that way::
Kyp Durron: How's he know it? You famous or
someting? -=paint
paint, drop, paint, drip, paint paint=-
Fenig Durak: ::She snorted a bit of a sarcastic
laugh;; Not really, but he knows me and seen some of my work
::Bragging much?::
Kyp Durron: Right... And I'm a Taanabian Sandscreecher.
Now, what are you hiding? -=doesn't look at her, just speaking matter of
fact, the way he always does - doesn't win him many friends, that's for
sure=-
Fenig Durak: ::Painty painty painty! By
now, it was really starting to take a bit of shape as a 'moon'::
Fenig Durak: I'm not hiding anything.
I just don't think it's my business to air his old laundry. That's all.
Fenig Durak: ::finishing up the 'moon'
part of the painting, she trades the fleshtone paint and brush for a new
brush and some brown paint.::
Kyp Durron: Right, sure.... -=goes back to thinking
and painting, not really paying attention to the orange speckles raining
down on him=-
Fenig Durak: ::Alright, so behond the bare
butt, the orange flight suit bunched around the knees, a nice face shot
was drawn out of Myn. He was grinning and looking behind
him so you got the sun (his smile) and the moon::
Kyp Durron: -=finishes painting in the orange
lines and looks at the completed picture=-
Kyp Durron: -=jaw dropps=-
Kyp Durron: Oh gods.....
Fenig Durak: ::Laughing softly, Fenig finished
up in artistic flare the rest of the picture:: Beautiful. KIrney
will love it.
Kyp Durron: -=kicks himself from beneath the x-wing=-
You're manipulative woman.
Fenig Durak: ::sliding out next to him,
she sat up:: How so?
Kyp Durron: I can't put my finger on it - but you
are.
Kyp Durron: -=gets up and finally notices the
orange spotting on his clothing and lightsabre hilt=- Damn.
Fenig Durak: I've got some paint remover
that'll fix all of that right up ::And she did too::
Fenig Durak: ::Standing, Fenig brushd herself
off, noticing a few spots of pant on her nice civvies. Oh well,
Kyp Durron: -=looks back to her, chagrinned slightly=-
Thanks.
Fenig Durak: it'll come out:: And I'm
not manipulative. I'm a prankster. There's a difference. ::she said
teasingly::
Kyp Durron: -=frowning=- sure.
Fenig Durak: C'mon, lets get this stuff
cleaned up. ::SHe waved him toward the equipment locker in her small
Kyp Durron: -=follows=-
Fenig Durak: office. 'Kid needs to lighten
up,' she thought. 'Yeah, he may have done a mess of bad stuff,
butif he really thinks that he's going to put that all behind him, he needs
ot lighten up.':: ::Fishing out a clean cloth and the gentle paintremover
-the one that won't eat clothing- Fenig dabbed the
cloth onto the bottle spout before handing it over:: Small, gentle circles
so you don't spread it around.
Kyp Durron: -=takes it and starts dabbing uncertainly
at the stains=- better come out, or I'm gonna have to do some explaining...
-=mutters to himself=-
Fenig Durak: ::Yeah, well, it's coming
out, so nyah. Grabbing another cloth, Fenig did the same to herself::
Fenig Durak: Thanks for your help, Kyp.
Kyp Durron: No problem - had fun
Kyp Durron: -=sighs in relief as it comes out of
his clothing - given by a dubious Leia O. Solo=-
Fenig Durak: ::Having never met Leia, she
wouldn't know:: Better? ::Glacing up from her own paint free clothing::
Kyp Durron: -=gets the last spot=- Yes, much.
thank you. -=paint spots are still in his hair, but he doesn't know that.
he hold up his lightsabre=- Would it work on this? -=eyebrows drawn together
and upward=-
Fenig Durak: ::She nodded, her eyes moving
up to his unruly hair:: Might want to take a shower when you get
a chance though
Kyp Durron: Huh? -=looks confused a moment before
he starts scrubbing at the haft=-
Fenig Durak: Your hair. ::She pointed
with the paint spotted cloth in her hair::
Kyp Durron: Oh?... Oh! Damn. -=brings the cloth
up to his head, if it didn't hurt cloth, it wouldn't hurt him... right?=-
Kyp Durron: -=of course missing each and every
spot=-
Fenig Durak: ::She laughed softly for a
moment:: Give it up, Kyp. Just take a shower later on. It'll come out
Kyp Durron: -=looks, for a change, like the lost
puppy of an eighteen year old he is=- Okay....
Fenig Durak: Hungry or anything? I'm sure
Downtime is empty by now...
Kyp Durron: Nah, I guess I'll just start heading
back.... -=turns then turns back=- You sure she's going to be okay? -=looks
genuinely, for some reason, worried=-
Fenig Durak: ::Fenig nodded confidently,
wearing a warm smile:: I'm sure. SHe's a Janson after all.
Kyp Durron: Yeah, but I heard.... -=stops=- Nevermind.
Yeah, she'll be fine.
Fenig Durak: ::blinks:: What did you hear?
Kyp Durron: Nothing... but nobody's impervious.
Trust me, I should know. -=fakes a smile=- Thanks for taking me along
on your prank - I'm sure I'll hear how it went.
Fenig Durak: ::She nodded again:: Of course.
If not, I'll make sure to let you know.
Kyp Durron: Thanks.-=nods to her in a sort of
half-bow manner, andturns - walking from the office=-
Fenig Durak: ::Leaning against the doorway
to the small office, Fenig watched the kid for a moment. 'Poor kid,'
she thought to herself, knowing what it's like to feel all alone in a huge
universe::
Fenig Durak: ::In a Hugh Jass universe::
