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"Stang..." Ryshel muttered a curse in Basic. "How in the blazes has my ship gotten so bad?" She wondered if some of the trouble had been building up, unnoticed by the Republic-hired mechanics because they weren't as skilled as she was. She considered a mechanical career early on, as a teenager, but that was before the Jedi Order had discovered her other talent and taken her on.

Suddenly, she noticed something that had definitely not been there before. It was so small that she silently commended her former best friend for his ingenuity.

"Well I'll be a..." She was talking to herself more than anything. "A tracking device. Great." She pulled the device off, smashing it to tinier pieces and then burning them all with her lightsaber.

"Not unless you can single-handedly save the universe," Ryshel said sarcastically. Then, noticing the hurt expression on Allie's face, she sighed. "I'm sorry, Allie isn't it? I'm dealing with a lot of things right now and I shouldn't take them out on you. I need to think mostly, but I am getting hungry. There's a rations pack in that storage compartment you two were in, if you want to pull it out and open it up. I doubt the food will look very appetizing to you, but I assure you it tastes just fine." She absentmindedly scratched the little monkey thing's head.

Fillor pocketed his scanner and went by Ryshel, looking at her ship. It was a different model than what he was used to, but he didn't think other worlds would have the same kind as his. "What exactly do you need to get this thing running?" he asked in mild curiosity. He also wanted to know how it worked, but it did him little good if it didn't work at all.

Ryshel snickered a bit. "Those," she indicated the ones in Allie's left hand, "are food, and the others are fluids, such as water and fruit juices. Not bad for a first exposure." She grinned as she took them from the girl and started opening them up. "It may take you both a lot of tries to find something you like, so just take a bit of everything and once you decide on what you like, you can have more of it. I'll just restock when we get to Coruscant." She stuck some straws in the fluids and indicated they should suck in order to drink.

IF we get to Coruscant, she added to herself, offering the monkey some of the food.

"Oh, and to answer your question, the ship is in basic working order, I'm just finding things that could wait. The holdup right now is my R4 unit, the robot over there. She's reprogramming and fixing the malfunctioning navigation systems and whatnot so we can figure out where the blazes we are and whether we were followed."

Allie looked at the package that was supposed to be liquid and attempted to do what Ryshel had done. In the process she managed to get nearly half of it slathered on her front. Allie reddened a bit, and wiped what she could off.

Allie accepted the rag and started to wipe herself off after setting the rest of the drink down, "What time period?" Allie asked confused, "It's been about 167 years since the first major Elven-Human war in my realm..." she said, wondering if that made any sense to her two companions.

The monkey type thing took the food that Ryshel handed it, and ate it after some inspection. The food consumed it crawled over the Jedi, seeming to inspect the girl. That done, it went back to her shoulder giving a contented sound, much like a kitten's purr.

"Wow, ok," Ryshel thought for a moment. "Yes, I think I understand where you both are from now."

As Fillor took out the screwdriver and gave it a buzz, R4 suddenly screeched in alarm and pulled out her zapper, shocking the man.

"Terrulse Borak balf!" He cursed automatically. He shook out his hand and put his sonic screwdriver in his other hand. He set it farther away, and went to a different area to try again. ((I'll have to show you what it looks like))