"Destined to be my partner, eh?" Sylvana smiled softly as she rested her hand atop the green and grey R7's dome while watching the rest of the matching up goings on. When her brother was given his droid she put a hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out in laughter. Just what her brother needed. A female personality droid named Elf... she shook her head. Too bad they probably wouldn't be allowed to take the droids with them to wherever it was they were going with the Major Scifantasy.
Arrek had gone off with Elf, and Bethany had disappeared with Dev. Sylvana wasn't sure if she could eat, with everything so wonderful happening all at once. So she hadn't yet bothered to go find herself some breakfast.
She almost stiffened in her seat as the Major approached. Deciding to play it simple, she figured she'd wait to see whether she was truly in trouble before getting too formal.
When Sci went off with Mike, she rested her right hand on Fate's dome and finished eating the pancakes she'd been given. She picked up the plate, and with the R7 following along behind her, she entered the kitchen to put it up.
Rich looked over his shoulder as she set the plate down, "Good morning, Sylvana."
"Good morning Rich, anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah, get out of my kitchen," he grinned, "I've got enough people underfoot as it is," he chuckled.
She half saluted and grinned, "Yes sir!"
Fate trundled along beside her, her right hand resting on his dome, as they wandered through the palace and out to the courtyard. She hoped she would be able to see everyone take off later on, but until then, what did she have to do?
"I wish you could talk, Fate, or that I could understand you - then we could get to know each other." Sylvana slammed her left fist into her right palm, "if only I had one of those datapads, then I bet we could communicate."
Just then, a grasper arm came out holding a datapad. "I KNEW YOU WOULD WANT ONE." It chirped as the letters scrolled onto the screen in the Roman alphabet.
"Okay..." she tentatively reached out and took the datapad. "It's not programmed for aurebesh?"
"I LEARNED YOU COULDN'T READ IT, SO I TOOK INCENTIVE TO ASK MIKE TO DOWNLOAD YOUR ALPHABET. I CAN TEACH YOU AUREBESH IF YOU WANT ME TO."
"Wow, yah, that'd be cool.... What else can you do?"
"I CAN THROW THINGS."
"You WHAT?!"
"I CAN THROW THINGS."
Sylvana shook her head, "I know, I heard you the first time. Why?"
"TARGETING PRACTICE?"
Sylvana looked blankly at the screen, then at the droid then back and forth once again. "I'm not tracking...."
"TRACK THIS." A bit of the plating slid back, and a disc of sorts shot through the hole.
Sylvana watched it fly over the bushes they were crouched behind. Standing, she suddenly realised it was heading straight for Crispy's head. Without a thought, she pulled the poignard stiletto from its sheath in her hair and flung it at the disk in one smooth motion, sticking it to a tree just beside and behind the Australian.
He heard the impact, dove and rolled, then came up in a crouch with his blaster pointed at the noise source. Sylvana ducked back down in the bushes with Fate. "What was that for?" she whispered vehemently.
The droid tootled. "YOU DO HAVE GOOD AIM."
"Yes I do," she sat back on the ground, put her head in her hands, and groaned softly.
Crispy saw a thin blade tacking a throwing disc to the tree. Then, hearing the whispering and droid tootling, he pointed the blaster at the bushes and yubbed. <"Come out! I know you there!">
Sylvana looked at the droid curiously, not knowing the language that had been spoken. It did, however, highly resemble something she'd heard when watching Return of the Jedi. She looked back through the bushes at the Aussie. Then, seeing the blaster in his hand, she stood slowly, "You speak Ewok Cap'?" she grinned, trying to diffuse the tenseness of the situation.
"It's a survival skill where I come from. You threw that?"
"Would you rather be hit in the head with the thing?" she pointed at the disc pinned to the tree.
He inspected the blade and disc on the tree. "You threw that at my HEAD? What were you thinking?"
Sighing patiently, Sylvana leaped soundlessly over the bushes. "No. My droid threw that without asking and I kept it from hitting you. Geez, be grateful." She walked over to the tree and took the poignard back, slipping it back into the sheath in her braid. Once again, it looked like nothing more than a simple hairstick. Almost sadly, she put a palm against the gouge her weapon had made in the tree, then picked up the disc and handed it to the Captain.
"The droid threw this?" He pointed his blaster toward the bush in a meaningful way. "Maybe it should learn a bit of common freaking sense!" He paused a moment, "And you intercepted it with a hairstick?"
Sylvana stepped between his blaster's line of sight and her new droid. "C'mon, I just got Fate. I've always wanted a droid, don't go blowing him up!" she pleaded with him.
Crispy pointed his blaster toward the sky, yet kept his eyes on the bush. "I wasn't going to blow him up, just blow off a leg or something."
"But I don't know how to fix him!"
"Oh, but you can fix my head? Someone can stick the leg back on."
"I'm a medic," she smirked insubordinately in reply. "I can fix anyone's head, even yours."
Then he whispered conspiratorily, almost mouthing the words. "You think it's gone yet?"
She looked over her back then back at him, nodding once.
He kept his voice low. "Right. Just don't let it do something that downright dumb again, okay?" He glanced down at the razor sharp plastine disk, "Wow."
"Yes sir," she said solemnly before bowing her head, chagrined.
"And thank you."
"Welcome," she looked up again and smiled slightly.
Meeting her gaze, Crispy swallowed hard, then nodded. "Have fun following Sci around."
"I'll try - as long as I don't get in trouble again, I should be fine. Have fun Frogging," she grinned lopsidedly.
He shrugged, "Well, you woke me up, anyway."
"Sorry about that. I guess I better take Fate somewhere else to get to know him. He's a bit... impulsive."
"Somewhere there isn't anyone to lobotomise, all right?" he paused for a beat. "Like around PSB," he smiled.
She looked down at her feet and shook her head slightly. "Alright," she chuckled.
He smiled uncertainly, "I gotta go. Good luck."
Suddenly she looked up at him piercingly, the small smile fading behind seriousness. "Be careful out there, Cap'," she said simply. With a quick nod, she turned and hopped back over the bush before going deeper into the garden in search of the errant droid.
Crispy looked at the disc in his hand again, then looked after Sylvana's retreating form. He blinked then shook his head, continuing on his way. "Maybe I should head back and grab that alien for luck...."
After wandering the garden for a short while, she finally found Fate cowering behind the tree she'd slept in earlier that morning. "Oh come on out, I hope you learned your lesson," she sighed.
The droid tootled a low moaning sound, and she looked at the datapad. "I WILL NOT THROW WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION AGAIN. TO THINK I ALMOST KILLED A SENTIENT! I SHOULD HAVE MY CIRCUTS REWIRED."
"Stop talking nonsense. Just don't do it again."
The droid tweetled an affirmative. Then Sylvana crouched beside him and grinned, "You're just too cool."
A happy twitter that sounded almost like laughter was the only response she got.
She soon heard a low rumbling noise and stood, looking in its direction. Three ships rose above the ocean into sight. "You all be careful, Terra Group," she spoke after them before turning so she would not see them disappear from sight. "Don't get yourselves killed out there."