(I figured he was socially inept and thinks she’s hot..she’s not offended by it at all, she’s a skilled diplomat who isn’t above using her appearance to help her when it works!)
Korvo's right eyebrow raises when Fayva mentions being ferried around. "So, you were a politician then? When I was in the service I did a number of security escort gigs for politicians. I can totally picture you as one." And then, as if realizing how that would sound if he said it to anyone he knew. "Of course, I don't mean that in a bad way - not like a politician politician, but you know, one of the nice ones. Like, one of the low-ranking ones that haven't been totally corrupted by power yet" He scratches his head and looks at the main helm controls for a moment, desperately wanting to change the subject. "Anyways, yeah, feel free to come by whenever I'm up here. I'm happy to give you the stick anytime." His eyes go wide as soon as he said it. "Uh, the cockpit controls are referred to as the stick... Civilian lingo is still a bit unnatural for me."
905Jan sends his droid, Tel3 to survey the area for messes and potential messes. *Beep beep* Smoke at the helm.*beep beep* 905Jan instantly wheels out to the helm where the new pilot is, fire surpressants (minor hologram is like presigigitation) at the ready and snuffs out the fire before turning to the pilot, making annoyed beeps. “Alert. Alert. Alert. Fire in the ship will be surpressed. Reason; small fire leads to large fire. Reason: smoke is determental to living beings. Reason: All messes will be CLEANED. Tell: why start a fire human?” While talking, 905Jan is cleaning where the ashes gotten to and the pilot himself, and having Tel report any more messes to him.
“Well If there’s time, I’d like to learn everything I can about flying.” Fayva says, now almost giggling. “And yes, I was a politician sort of, but not an important one, and not anymore—. OH- 905JAN- that’s his… cigarette! Wait that fire is ok! Oh I’m sorry.. oh no.
“Well, Korvo- meet 905JAN and Tel3. This is Korvo, our new pilot.” She says sheepishly.
As the smaller droid enters the cockpit, Korvo, whose attention was turned towards the helm controls (and away from Fayva), turned to see the source of the bleeps. The sight of the little droid brought an instant involuntary smile to his face. However, as the larger droid emerged behind it and doused Korvo's empty coffee cup, and the main pilot seat's armrest cup holder turned ashtray, his amused expression became one of impassive silence. Fayva, who to this point is the only one to have had any amount of time to read Korvo's demeanor, might have noticed the change in his posture. His body seemed to relax, but his eyes, which seemed to smile at the smaller droid, became sharp and focused. He had moved his hands downward, hanging loosely at his sides. She may have also noticed the blaster pistol on his right upper thigh, and the vibroknife on his left.
As Fayva addressed the larger droid Korvo relaxed. Whatever she did or did not notice, the change to Korvo's demeanor faded as quickly as it appeared. Like a practiced gesture. He smiled ruefully at the new arrival. "Nah, that's alright. I had a drill sergeant that would have literally eaten my head for that. I think you and I are going to get along famously friend." Korvo extends a hand to the 905JAN. "As Fayva said, I'm the pilot of this heap, whatever that's worth. That wasn't fire and smoke of a volume that anyone I know would consider dangerous to either the ship or its crew, though I see why you'd be confused about it. You have my apologies, but, can I ask you not to do that again? I rather enjoy a good smoke when I can."
Fayva noticed the movement. (16 passive perception, figure she’d see it). She doesn’t say anything about it, just smiles that no offense was taken by the actions of the eccentric droids “Well, we should be able to keep the ship nice and clean..” she says.
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“Error: request does not comply to cleaning protocol. Request: Request:: Request: dispose of ash in proper disposal bin. Note: cups are not proper disposal bins. Note: organic lifeforms avoid Korvo’s coffee. Note: It has ash. Inquiry: Why create smoke Request: Do not stand near open gas leaks. Request: refrain from going to engine room. Request: Do not crash. Inquiry: What is FRIEND.
Lore?: 24 (wasn’t sure what would be the skill for nicotine)
insight: 8
Edit due to lore skill: ”Reply: Nicotine is a harmful addictive substance, in it’s cigerrete form it creates toxic fumes when inhaled. And most damning, nicotine smoke stains everything it comes to contact with.”
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"Hmmm." The sound of the word was half inquisitive and half growl. "Alright, enough. I get it. You don't like it when I smoke. You're not the first bunkmate I've had that felt that way, and more than a few lady-friends too." Half realizing what he was saying in front of Fayva he glances her way, pauses a moment, then slumps his shoulders in defeat. He lets out a heavy sigh while scratching the back of his head. "Look, a friend is someone who tries to respect your boundaries, alright? You're telling me you don't like it when I smoke, right? So okay, I will refrain from smoking on the ship. HOWEVER. You will refrain from your little cleaning protocol if I choose to enjoy a smoke off this ship. Is that a reasonable compromise?"
Korvo rolls for persuasion, adding the bonus Fayva gave him. 9+3-2=18
905Jan wants to agree with the compromise.it seemed reasonable enough, but when he tries to agree there are many errors that occur and beebs in a straining tone “Error found: want to disobey protocol. Opening protocol: Keep everything spotless. New protocol: Temporary stop of protocol for Human Korvo. New protocol: DENIED.” Jan beeps in binary various curses before getting an idea.
”Inquiry: human Korvo, is lit, unlit and ashes of cigarette part of self? Reply affirmative.”
(Jan is hardwired as a cleaning droid, and is obsessive about it
“Noted: all ash and cigarettes are extention of Korvo and clesning protocol cannot be ised for these items as they harm Korvo: Addendum: Korvo himself cannot be cleaned and must do it himself.” The droid chirps happily.
Korvo looks at the robot for a moment. "That's how its worked for a long time now anyways, so that sounds good to me. Fayva called you 905JAN. Mind if I shorten that to 905? Or Jan? I don't know if droids do nicknames, but your handle is a bit much." As he finishes the question he absent-mindedly pulls out a new cigarette and lights it. "Also, do you live on this ship, or are you part of this suicide mission? I thought I saw you boarding with the others on the security camera." He takes a drag, then realizes he is smoking in front of Fayva. Korvo holds the exhale, turns away from her to release, then awkwardly douses the cigarette in the foam drenched makeshift ashtray. "Either way works for me, just curious."
Zolo laughs, taking in the whole interaction, "I gotta say this seems like a fun squad, last group I was with was so serious I was afraid to talk!"
Korvo, you watch as a shorter than average Rodian with dark green skin walks into the cockpit, having taken a detour to the engine room. He's wearing a basic orange and tan combat suit with with a large metal pack strapped to his back. To his side rolls in a small rust colored T7 Astrodroid. *BEEP**BEEP* it spits out in binary.
"You're definitely right Ro it is a good little ship, should do the trick!" Zolo nods at the Droid and turns back to Korvo, "I'm Zolo, resident engineer, and this here is my longtime scrapping buddy Astro! We look forward to working with ya and yer 'tin can,'" Zolo chuckles and gives you a half salute with is greased gloved hand.
*BEEP**BEEP* Astro chirps. "Agreed Astro, he looks like a capable flyer, I think we're in good hands," Zolo replies. *BEEP*BEEP* Astro adds, "Oh that's a good question bud." Zolo turns back to look at Korvo and asks, "How's the engine been handling? Any issues that you've noticed?"
“Well- we also have a Jawa aboard named Rue- i think they are puttering around in the engine room right now. But that’s our team. Shall we get this rust bucket into space?” Fayva smiles. She takes the copilot’s seat and looks at all the buttons and switches.
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(I figured he was socially inept and thinks she’s hot..she’s not offended by it at all, she’s a skilled diplomat who isn’t above using her appearance to help her when it works!)
(ya that's the way it came across. but i'm also wondering if its attraction as a one off joke or if it will actually have a longer term purpose)
Korvo's right eyebrow raises when Fayva mentions being ferried around. "So, you were a politician then? When I was in the service I did a number of security escort gigs for politicians. I can totally picture you as one." And then, as if realizing how that would sound if he said it to anyone he knew. "Of course, I don't mean that in a bad way - not like a politician politician, but you know, one of the nice ones. Like, one of the low-ranking ones that haven't been totally corrupted by power yet" He scratches his head and looks at the main helm controls for a moment, desperately wanting to change the subject. "Anyways, yeah, feel free to come by whenever I'm up here. I'm happy to give you the stick anytime." His eyes go wide as soon as he said it. "Uh, the cockpit controls are referred to as the stick... Civilian lingo is still a bit unnatural for me."
(i'm dying)
(Totally trying to make this a running gag - at least for a bit.)
(lol)
(Lol! Will post later when I have a moment)
905Jan sends his droid, Tel3 to survey the area for messes and potential messes. *Beep beep* Smoke at the helm.*beep beep*
905Jan instantly wheels out to the helm where the new pilot is, fire surpressants (minor hologram is like presigigitation) at the ready and snuffs out the fire before turning to the pilot, making annoyed beeps. “Alert. Alert. Alert. Fire in the ship will be surpressed. Reason; small fire leads to large fire. Reason: smoke is determental to living beings. Reason: All messes will be CLEANED. Tell: why start a fire human?” While talking, 905Jan is cleaning where the ashes gotten to and the pilot himself, and having Tel report any more messes to him.
“Well If there’s time, I’d like to learn everything I can about flying.” Fayva says, now almost giggling. “And yes, I was a politician sort of, but not an important one, and not anymore—. OH- 905JAN- that’s his… cigarette! Wait that fire is ok! Oh I’m sorry.. oh no.
“Well, Korvo- meet 905JAN and Tel3. This is Korvo, our new pilot.” She says sheepishly.
As the smaller droid enters the cockpit, Korvo, whose attention was turned towards the helm controls (and away from Fayva), turned to see the source of the bleeps. The sight of the little droid brought an instant involuntary smile to his face. However, as the larger droid emerged behind it and doused Korvo's empty coffee cup, and the main pilot seat's armrest cup holder turned ashtray, his amused expression became one of impassive silence. Fayva, who to this point is the only one to have had any amount of time to read Korvo's demeanor, might have noticed the change in his posture. His body seemed to relax, but his eyes, which seemed to smile at the smaller droid, became sharp and focused. He had moved his hands downward, hanging loosely at his sides. She may have also noticed the blaster pistol on his right upper thigh, and the vibroknife on his left.
As Fayva addressed the larger droid Korvo relaxed. Whatever she did or did not notice, the change to Korvo's demeanor faded as quickly as it appeared. Like a practiced gesture. He smiled ruefully at the new arrival. "Nah, that's alright. I had a drill sergeant that would have literally eaten my head for that. I think you and I are going to get along famously friend." Korvo extends a hand to the 905JAN. "As Fayva said, I'm the pilot of this heap, whatever that's worth. That wasn't fire and smoke of a volume that anyone I know would consider dangerous to either the ship or its crew, though I see why you'd be confused about it. You have my apologies, but, can I ask you not to do that again? I rather enjoy a good smoke when I can."
Fayva noticed the movement. (16 passive perception, figure she’d see it). She doesn’t say anything about it, just smiles that no offense was taken by the actions of the eccentric droids “Well, we should be able to keep the ship nice and clean..” she says.
“Error: request does not comply to cleaning protocol. Request: Request:: Request: dispose of ash in proper disposal bin. Note: cups are not proper disposal bins. Note: organic lifeforms avoid Korvo’s coffee. Note: It has ash. Inquiry: Why create smoke Request: Do not stand near open gas leaks. Request: refrain from going to engine room. Request: Do not crash. Inquiry: What is FRIEND.
Lore?: 24 (wasn’t sure what would be the skill for nicotine)
insight: 8
Edit due to lore skill: ”Reply: Nicotine is a harmful addictive substance, in it’s cigerrete form it creates toxic fumes when inhaled. And most damning, nicotine smoke stains everything it comes to contact with.”
"Hmmm." The sound of the word was half inquisitive and half growl. "Alright, enough. I get it. You don't like it when I smoke. You're not the first bunkmate I've had that felt that way, and more than a few lady-friends too." Half realizing what he was saying in front of Fayva he glances her way, pauses a moment, then slumps his shoulders in defeat. He lets out a heavy sigh while scratching the back of his head. "Look, a friend is someone who tries to respect your boundaries, alright? You're telling me you don't like it when I smoke, right? So okay, I will refrain from smoking on the ship. HOWEVER. You will refrain from your little cleaning protocol if I choose to enjoy a smoke off this ship. Is that a reasonable compromise?"
Korvo rolls for persuasion, adding the bonus Fayva gave him. 9+3-2=18
905Jan wants to agree with the compromise.it seemed reasonable enough, but when he tries to agree there are many errors that occur and beebs in a straining tone “Error found: want to disobey protocol. Opening protocol: Keep everything spotless. New protocol: Temporary stop of protocol for Human Korvo. New protocol: DENIED.” Jan beeps in binary various curses before getting an idea.
”Inquiry: human Korvo, is lit, unlit and ashes of cigarette part of self? Reply affirmative.”
(Jan is hardwired as a cleaning droid, and is obsessive about it
Korvo raises an eyebrow, looks at Fayva, then shrugs. "Why not. Affirmative."
“Noted: all ash and cigarettes are extention of Korvo and clesning protocol cannot be ised for these items as they harm Korvo: Addendum: Korvo himself cannot be cleaned and must do it himself.” The droid chirps happily.
Korvo looks at the robot for a moment. "That's how its worked for a long time now anyways, so that sounds good to me. Fayva called you 905JAN. Mind if I shorten that to 905? Or Jan? I don't know if droids do nicknames, but your handle is a bit much." As he finishes the question he absent-mindedly pulls out a new cigarette and lights it. "Also, do you live on this ship, or are you part of this suicide mission? I thought I saw you boarding with the others on the security camera." He takes a drag, then realizes he is smoking in front of Fayva. Korvo holds the exhale, turns away from her to release, then awkwardly douses the cigarette in the foam drenched makeshift ashtray. "Either way works for me, just curious."
Zolo laughs, taking in the whole interaction, "I gotta say this seems like a fun squad, last group I was with was so serious I was afraid to talk!"
Korvo, you watch as a shorter than average Rodian with dark green skin walks into the cockpit, having taken a detour to the engine room. He's wearing a basic orange and tan combat suit with with a large metal pack strapped to his back. To his side rolls in a small rust colored T7 Astrodroid. *BEEP**BEEP* it spits out in binary.
"You're definitely right Ro it is a good little ship, should do the trick!" Zolo nods at the Droid and turns back to Korvo, "I'm Zolo, resident engineer, and this here is my longtime scrapping buddy Astro! We look forward to working with ya and yer 'tin can,'" Zolo chuckles and gives you a half salute with is greased gloved hand.
*BEEP**BEEP* Astro chirps. "Agreed Astro, he looks like a capable flyer, I think we're in good hands," Zolo replies. *BEEP*BEEP* Astro adds, "Oh that's a good question bud." Zolo turns back to look at Korvo and asks, "How's the engine been handling? Any issues that you've noticed?"
905Jan processes the nickname. “Reply: 905 or Jan is acceptable. Reply: Mission: EXTERMINATE SCUM. Note: Target obtained numerous droids. Note: Target uses force. Note: previous hunters perished.”
905 looks at the greasy hand and immediatly starts cleaning the grime off of Zolo. In binary <Request: do not track grease through the ship.>
“Well- we also have a Jawa aboard named Rue- i think they are puttering around in the engine room right now. But that’s our team. Shall we get this rust bucket into space?” Fayva smiles. She takes the copilot’s seat and looks at all the buttons and switches.