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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Star+Wars%3A+Fortune+HunterThe hiss of your door opening up alerts you. “Hey, Rhys.” You turn around in your chair, looking back to see Misri in the doorway. As dirty as ever, wearing only a tanktop and the jumpsuit pants. “Breakfast time. Uncle Kuvasz is making some weird tingle casserole or whatever for breakfast, he says it’s good,” she says, trying to coax you out of your room.
Truth be told, in the past several days you’ve been in hyperspace, you’ve rarely left your quarters at all. Only to go to the refresher, maybe grab some food out of the galley, or direct Vikker at the helm in the cockpit. But overall, it was just sitting, staring at the holonet, staring up at the ceiling as you lie in bed. Basic sulking stuff, nothing you aren’t familiar with, especially back in Flight School when this was really all you had to do was sulk. You shrug. “Just send bring it around to my quarters, Misri…” You blink, then narrow your eyes. “’Uncle’ Kuvasz?”
She smirks a bit. “What, jealous that I don’t give you a pet name?”
“What’s so ‘uncle’ about a Mandalorian?” you ask.
“Hey, he cooks food, he tells really funny stories, he’s pretty old too.” Misri steps inside, looking around your somewhat barebones Captain’s Quarters. You had a few trophies set up on the wall, celebrating your achievements at Flight School, your Ace-in-a-Day medallion as well, nothing too valuable. They’re nice to look at though. “Oooh…” Misri grabs your medallion off the wall, then compares it to the necklace she wears. “What do you think?”
You scowl a bit. “I think you should put that back where it belongs.”
“Ooookay.” She places it back on the wall, a bit perturbed by your sudden hostility. “But seriously, Rhys.” She leans on your desk, looking down on you. “I know Lotte screwing us over might be sad, but… you know, we haven’t seen you leave your room a lot and we’re just getting worried as well.”
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