Sat Jun 30, 2012 9:00 pm by Pago Julastra
The trip to Mon Calamari had been strangely quiet. After the emotionally charged moments in their departure from Tatooine, Pago and Priya had almost ... avoided one another in a sense.
Maybe that was a bad word for it, Pago thought. She had seemed caught up in doing her own work, leaving Pago to help Val with taking care of the ship. He was used to it, in all honesty: spending time tinkering on his Headhunter, the Blue Oak, was a relaxing experience as it were. Helped him take his mind off of things. Like what she would have felt like against him had that damned armor not been in the way ...
" Distracted Mister Pago?"
The bounty hunter looked over to his Squib companion, tilting his head inquisitively at her. Val's ears drooped a bit even as her whiskers twitched as she looked him over, fiddling with some sort of contraption in her paws at the same time.
" Not at all, Val."
" Val does not think so. Val thinks there's a reason Mister Pago has adjusted the same bolt seven and a half times, you bet."
He stopped and looked at what his hands were doing. Sure enough, Val was right: she never missed details like that. The little ticks and quirks of his ... She picked up on them far more often than he did.
" I suppose I have ..."
" Does ... Does Mister Pago have something on the mind?"
" It's okay, Val," he reassured her as he pulled himself out from under the fighter's fuselage, grabbing his gloves and slipping them back on.
" Just a bit ... I'm not sure."
That was a familiar sensation, he thought. Being unsure. There were times where Val had noted that he simply stared off into space sometimes, zoning out the entire world. He couldn't right tell what it was. It was always this sensation as if he had forgotten something ... Something important. However, the longer he mused on it the more he became completely aware of the fact that everything was still alright. And then there were the dreams ...
Of fire and war. Of a life he was sure he was his own, but deeds and places he didn't quite remember doing or visiting.
But then again, dreams were dreams.
" Is it because of Pretty Metal Lady ..?"
Pago smiled. He supposed that Priya had certainly been a "distraction" of sorts. Then again, he wasn't quite complaining about that.
" You could say that," he offered with a grin, moving to leave the hangar bay and patting the small Squib on the head as he passed.
Val's ears popped up happily at the attention before getting back to work, adjusting the power levels on a sonic weapon, it appeared. Still, she worried as she watched her friend and savior leave. What if Priya distracted him just a bit more than was safe ..?
The crew of the Cheveyo were still waiting for their Republic contact as Pago came through the main hold, spying the "Pretty Metal Lady" still checking over her armor. He smiled in amusement.
" How's your side feeling?" he asked, referring to the knife wound she had sustained in Mos Eisley. He'd been stabbed enough times to know that it was not a pleasant experience, not in the least.
" We've got the ship stocked with medical supplies, you should know to help yourself by now, yeah?"
He was a bit concerned for her. Priya certainly seemed strong willed ... Almost stubborn, in a sense. Pago just hoped that that stubbornness wouldn't lead to her being injured again ... Or worse. He'd been that way himself, before meeting Val: he knew what it was like to strike out on your own, to fight and bleed and laugh at the stars for any misfortune that befell you, because you were the only way you were surviving. Nobody else was coming, not ever.
Thank the Force I met Val when I did, Pago silently blessed himself, Or I'd've been dead long ago.