Entry Number 050603A
Transport air is really chilly when you're not used to it. Also when you're stripping yourself of all your uniform layers and getting into thin fabrics that could easily get ruined in any place that has humidity higher than 3%.
My head ducks underneath the door as I enter one of the transport's empty bacta reservoirs, noticing how stale and clean the entire room felt. It wasn't that surprising, considering the fact that bacta needs to be stored cold for it to be effective when used. I shiver as I set aside the layers of bedazzled clothing on one of the hangars, pulling the door shut. I notice how white and medicine like the entire space looked like, with a smell of fluoride and cleaning supplements that hit my nose and made me get an itch on the inside. My hands went on my belt and I strapped off the blaster pistol from it, before removing the belt entirely.
Sitting down on the cold bench was one of the worst experiences, as I saw my pale skin get ridden with goosebumps at just the slightest touch with the chilly air inside the ship. I reminded myself that we would have to endure this during the entire ride to Canto Bight if we didn't want the receptors of this substance to believe we were trying to sell them spoiled bacta. I noticed a red casket underneath the opposing bench, reminding me that Rose filled this ship to the brim with equipment we needed if a fight occurred on the desolate planet. Rubbing my hands up and down my forearms, I heard the familiar voice of Frost and her 'rival' walking inside of the ship.
I slid over the black one piece and pulled the uncomfortable lace out of the neck of the piece, before slipping into that big, ugly skirt that Rose insisted of me wearing. At least I wasn't completely naked under this, and the skirt was well past my ankles. Next was the large and poofy matching shirt that looked more like a trash bag than a cardigan (or a piece of clothing), tucking it inside the skirt as was instructed by the memo Frost left me. I stared at myself in the reflection of the mirror, I looked like I had freshly exited the shower. But, contemporary was contemporary, and apparently looking like you'll be thrown into the garbage chute was all the rage this year.
Exiting the district, I look up to see Rose and Rogan talking, while Navaien is sitting by the control panel, reading something into the system. They had already chosen their clothing for the night, with Rose wearing large white pants that flared around tall sandals and a wrap-around jacket that reminded me of something characteristic from Tatooine's ponchos. Her hair was pulled in a tight bun and held by hold-together sticks, a few curled strands falling next to her ears and cascading her pale painted face. She had decided to skip the lipstick this time but accentuate her eyes by painting her eyelids a maroon red.
Choosing an outfit for Navaien was apparently easier than expected, as the hollow flares of sleeves and pants and the tight belt encircling his waist made him look taller than he was. The coat? - If I can call it that, pooled around his ankles, while he had chosen to ditch the hat but wear a blonde wig and paint his face, his lips a dark golden colour and his eyelids covered in glitter.
What striked me the most was Rellia's outfit, resembling a distant royalty I had forgotten existed in the depths of my memory. Wearing an undoubtedly heavy and dark feathered mass of layers, half of the space in the hallway was taken up by the sheer radius of her dress, with black beads falling around her shoulders and black lace trailing up her back. What was more magnificent was the feathered crown and the fully painted face, copying Nabooian tradition and picturing a look-alike to one deceased Padme Amidala.
My legs were shaken from their spot as the ship started lifting from the ground and Rose helped Rellia sit down at the main seat, removing the stupid crown from her head. Navaien nodded, letting her take over in the rewriting of commands.
"This was your idea, Rose?" I asked, already getting tired of the lace jabbing at my throat every two seconds. She shrugs, gripping on the back of the seat as I sit down next to her and let the two tech-talented members of our small crew lift the ship.
"It's the best one that can take us through to Bight without any trouble. Do you think I enjoy being out of my regular uniform?" At that, I nod and lean my head back against the wall, staring at the screws and nails above me. "Fair point."
"Tracing into hyperspeed in 3, 2, 1.." Navaien counted before he pulled the lever, making the stars in front of us disappear in blurs before the sight stabilized again, letting me sigh out a breath of relief. Navaien settled back into the seat, staring at the vast expanse in front of us, sighing heavily.
"We have fuel for a good 13 hour trip. The stability of the ship is good. All we can do now is wait." Rellia says, clearing her throat as she presses a few buttons on the display.
Rose sighs, standing up as she circles the open floor for a while. Then she stops, puts her hands in her pockets and glares at the wall, as we stare at her as if she's completely lost her mind.
"Now what?" She finally says. My mind internally lists a number of topics I needed explained by all three of my current companions and that would definitely keep them a head full of company, but the problem was when I wanted to question one, the other two would need to leave. So I was fresh out of ideas if you ask me, as I opened my datapad and looked for songs to listen to to clear my mind.
"We could play "I spy"?" Navaien suggests, getting a cold look from Rogan.
"Are you sure none of your words will start with 's' and end in 'tar'? Because that's the only pfaasking thing for miles in front of us." Rellia intercepts, touching up the fluffy ends of her feathers. Rose scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"..I spy with my little eye-"
"We are NOT playing 'I spy'."
And with that, Rose shut everyone up. This was going to be a long, long ride.
My head ducks underneath the door as I enter one of the transport's empty bacta reservoirs, noticing how stale and clean the entire room felt. It wasn't that surprising, considering the fact that bacta needs to be stored cold for it to be effective when used. I shiver as I set aside the layers of bedazzled clothing on one of the hangars, pulling the door shut. I notice how white and medicine like the entire space looked like, with a smell of fluoride and cleaning supplements that hit my nose and made me get an itch on the inside. My hands went on my belt and I strapped off the blaster pistol from it, before removing the belt entirely.
Sitting down on the cold bench was one of the worst experiences, as I saw my pale skin get ridden with goosebumps at just the slightest touch with the chilly air inside the ship. I reminded myself that we would have to endure this during the entire ride to Canto Bight if we didn't want the receptors of this substance to believe we were trying to sell them spoiled bacta. I noticed a red casket underneath the opposing bench, reminding me that Rose filled this ship to the brim with equipment we needed if a fight occurred on the desolate planet. Rubbing my hands up and down my forearms, I heard the familiar voice of Frost and her 'rival' walking inside of the ship.
I slid over the black one piece and pulled the uncomfortable lace out of the neck of the piece, before slipping into that big, ugly skirt that Rose insisted of me wearing. At least I wasn't completely naked under this, and the skirt was well past my ankles. Next was the large and poofy matching shirt that looked more like a trash bag than a cardigan (or a piece of clothing), tucking it inside the skirt as was instructed by the memo Frost left me. I stared at myself in the reflection of the mirror, I looked like I had freshly exited the shower. But, contemporary was contemporary, and apparently looking like you'll be thrown into the garbage chute was all the rage this year.
Exiting the district, I look up to see Rose and Rogan talking, while Navaien is sitting by the control panel, reading something into the system. They had already chosen their clothing for the night, with Rose wearing large white pants that flared around tall sandals and a wrap-around jacket that reminded me of something characteristic from Tatooine's ponchos. Her hair was pulled in a tight bun and held by hold-together sticks, a few curled strands falling next to her ears and cascading her pale painted face. She had decided to skip the lipstick this time but accentuate her eyes by painting her eyelids a maroon red.
Choosing an outfit for Navaien was apparently easier than expected, as the hollow flares of sleeves and pants and the tight belt encircling his waist made him look taller than he was. The coat? - If I can call it that, pooled around his ankles, while he had chosen to ditch the hat but wear a blonde wig and paint his face, his lips a dark golden colour and his eyelids covered in glitter.
What striked me the most was Rellia's outfit, resembling a distant royalty I had forgotten existed in the depths of my memory. Wearing an undoubtedly heavy and dark feathered mass of layers, half of the space in the hallway was taken up by the sheer radius of her dress, with black beads falling around her shoulders and black lace trailing up her back. What was more magnificent was the feathered crown and the fully painted face, copying Nabooian tradition and picturing a look-alike to one deceased Padme Amidala.
My legs were shaken from their spot as the ship started lifting from the ground and Rose helped Rellia sit down at the main seat, removing the stupid crown from her head. Navaien nodded, letting her take over in the rewriting of commands.
"This was your idea, Rose?" I asked, already getting tired of the lace jabbing at my throat every two seconds. She shrugs, gripping on the back of the seat as I sit down next to her and let the two tech-talented members of our small crew lift the ship.
"It's the best one that can take us through to Bight without any trouble. Do you think I enjoy being out of my regular uniform?" At that, I nod and lean my head back against the wall, staring at the screws and nails above me. "Fair point."
"Tracing into hyperspeed in 3, 2, 1.." Navaien counted before he pulled the lever, making the stars in front of us disappear in blurs before the sight stabilized again, letting me sigh out a breath of relief. Navaien settled back into the seat, staring at the vast expanse in front of us, sighing heavily.
"We have fuel for a good 13 hour trip. The stability of the ship is good. All we can do now is wait." Rellia says, clearing her throat as she presses a few buttons on the display.
Rose sighs, standing up as she circles the open floor for a while. Then she stops, puts her hands in her pockets and glares at the wall, as we stare at her as if she's completely lost her mind.
"Now what?" She finally says. My mind internally lists a number of topics I needed explained by all three of my current companions and that would definitely keep them a head full of company, but the problem was when I wanted to question one, the other two would need to leave. So I was fresh out of ideas if you ask me, as I opened my datapad and looked for songs to listen to to clear my mind.
"We could play "I spy"?" Navaien suggests, getting a cold look from Rogan.
"Are you sure none of your words will start with 's' and end in 'tar'? Because that's the only pfaasking thing for miles in front of us." Rellia intercepts, touching up the fluffy ends of her feathers. Rose scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"..I spy with my little eye-"
"We are NOT playing 'I spy'."
And with that, Rose shut everyone up. This was going to be a long, long ride.