"From what I hear, it hasn't been without its problems," Mira shrugged, hearing the envy in his voice and wondering where it came from. "How do you know Yana, anyway? She doesn't ... well, she doesn't really seem like the type to have a lot of friends."
"Oh," he shrugged, only in part due to shifting the weight he was carrying, and frowned thoughtfully. "We grew up together on Rhy'Din. We used to pick pockets together when we were young, but ..." He paused, that frown deepening. "I don't think her father liked me much. He thought I was a bad influence on her or something." Or maybe a good influence, considering the strained relationship Yana had had with her father.
"I don't think her father liked her much," Mira murmured, pausing as she glanced around, trying to remember where they were and how to get back to the ship. "I don't suppose you know where the Landing Pads are in this sector, do you? I haven't been here very long."
"The Landing Pads?" he echoed, arching both brows. "That's a bit of a walk, but it's this way," he told her, turning to head in that direction. "Where are you from?" he asked, both out of curiosity and just to make conversation.
It was just as well she'd asked; if she'd had to guess, Mira would have had them walking in entirely the wrong direction. "I was born on Ena'tar," she told him easily, not seeing any danger in sharing this. "Spent most of my life on Faraxen, though, until Kalen and Yana came for me. What about you, are you from around here?"
"Came for you?" he echoed again, unsure what her story was, but sure there was one. Everyone had one, it seemed, especially here on Rhy'Din. "I grew up here," he explained, though he said nothing about being born there. It seemed he, at least, had that much in common with Yana and even Kalen.
"Yeah, I guess you could say I was kind of a prisoner, only I didn't know it," she explained, seeing nothing wrong with sharing this, either. "Kalen - that's my brother - he's been looking for me for years and years, and then a few days ago, he found me. And here I am. Oh, this way." Finally recognizing the area, she turned toward Landing Pad 87, though it was still some distance away.
For a guy who never seemed to stop talking, he wasn't quite sure what to say to that. He knew she was giving him the short version of her story and leaving out a lot of the details, but the thing that struck him the most was the fact that she'd only realized she was a prisoner on Faraxen after she'd been rescued. He'd often wondered if anyone was looking for him or missed him, but had given up hoping for someone to find him a long time ago. "I'm glad he found you, Mira," he said after a long moment and sounded like he meant it, too.
"So am I," she agreed with a warm smile. "Otherwise I wouldn't have been in the scrapyard, or seen your muscles." It seemed as though Mira was distinctly lacking a brain to mouth filter, but she was either impossible to embarrass, or utterly unaware that most people didn't just come straight out and say things like that. "I'd offer you my bunk for the night, but I don't think that's what Yana had in mind."
He chuckled as she remarked on his muscles again, which he didn't really think much about. They were just the product of hard, honest work. "I have a feeling your brother might have a problem with that," he replied with a smirk and a flirtatious wink at her. He'd only known her a few minutes and already he was growing fond of her, but then she was a friend of Yana's, so what wasn't to like?
"Feh, he's bumping bits with Yana, he can't say anything about me," she insisted, but her grin suggested he might be right about that. A brother who'd had to be reminded that she wasn't still ten years old wasn't likely to be happy to find her bringing stray men home to bump uglies with.
"If he's your big brother, he can!" Gav reminded her, good-naturedly. "If I had a little sister like you, I'd lock her up and throw away the key," he said, though he was only teasing. The fact of the matter was he had no family to speak of and no one he really thought of as family, as much a loner as the rest of them had been.
"You could try," she grinned back at him. "If she was like me, though, she'd be out of there in seconds, no matter what kind of lock it was. I'm that good." Maybe she was showing off a little. Truth was, she'd met handsome guys before, and yes, she'd definitely lost that side of her innocence in years gone by, but she liked Gav. He was the nicest person she'd met so far on Rhy'Din, though that wasn't saying much.
"Makes me wonder what else you're good at," he remarked, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mischief as he grinned back at her. He came to a halt for a moment to shift the weight he was carrying, arms starting to ache, but too proud to ask for help.
"Stuff that'd make your eyes cross and your pants tight if you think about it too much," she threatened, pausing with him. She didn't need him to mention that the weight was beginning to make him ache, reaching into the basket to relieve him of some of that burden. What she pulled out were several long, heavy rods, settling them comfortably on her shoulder. "We're almost there."
"Promise me your brother won't shoot me?" he asked, though he'd hardly done anything to provoke him just yet. Even though Yana had pulled a blaster on him just a short while ago, he'd known Yana would never pull the trigger.
"He won't shoot you," she promised him easily. "Can't promise BB won't jab you with a spark, but he's sneakier than Kalen is, and a lot more protective. Anyway, that's the kind of thing I can kiss better."
"In that case, it might be worth it," he winked again, though he wasn't just teasing. He liked her. She was cute and spunky and smart, and he got the feeling that the attraction was mutual. The question was was he willing to brave an over-protective big brother and an even more protective droid for just one kiss?
She winked back at him, pulling her gaze away as they approached the right building. Stabbing the code into the pad by the door, she gestured for him to go in ahead of her. "No one's gonna shoot you," she promised him again. "I just wanna look at your ass."
"If I'd known that, I'd have worn tighter pants," he quipped back. If it had been anyone else, he might have been a little cautious, maybe even a little suspicious, but Yana was one of the only people he could say without doubt that he trusted with his life.
"I've got a good imagination," she assured him with a low laugh, following him into the building accessway, and out onto the pad itself. There was Nemesis, looking exactly as they had left her. "Whaddya think? isn't she beautiful?"
Still hauling an armload of scavenged parts, he paused to take a look at the freighter. He wasn't sure he'd call her beautiful exactly - not like a woman was beautiful - but she had potential. "The landing gear needs work," he replied as he moved closer. "Gun turrets, too. She's a diamond in the rough, all right, but she needs a little work."
"I haven't had a chance to go over her completely yet," Mira confessed, impressed that he could see what needed doing on the outside. "I'm not so good with weaponry as I am with mechanics. BB does the electronics side of things. Come on board, I'll show you where you can put that. First thing I need to do is rig up a new hydraulic system for the cargo lift so next time you won't have to carry things quite so far."
"Maybe I could help," he suggested, as nonchalantly as he could but maybe a little too eagerly. "You know, if you want me to," he added quickly, not bothering to add that he'd also have to be paid or continue to receive room and board.
"Prove you know what you're doing, and maybe I'll hire you," she challenged him, conveniently forgetting that it was Kalen and Yana who had all the money. Chuckling, she headed up the ramp. "C'mon, you need to put all that down before your arms fall off."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied cheerily as he followed her up the ramp, unable to help from admiring the view, now that the tables were turned.
"I'm not a ma'am," she objected laughingly, though if she'd thought about this, she might have called out to her brother, wherever he was. The whistling greeting that was BB-D2 realizing she was back on board was easy to pick up, anyway. "Try again."
"Miss?" he guessed. "Mira," he corrected himself again, with an almost shy smile now that they were on her home turf.
"Mira! Is that you?" a distinctly male voice called from somewhere inside the ship. Well, who else would it be?
Gav almost audibly gulped, realizing he was about to encounter the "over-protective big brother".
"That's better," Mira smiled back at Gav, her head turning forward as she heard Kalen call out. "Yeah, it's me! I made a friend, and before you shoot him, just know that Yana will shoot you for it because he was her friend first!" She paused to let this sink in, looking down as BB-D2 came trundling into view. "That goes for you, too."
Kalen wasn't far behind, following just behind the little droid. Thankfully, he didn't have a blaster strapped to his thigh or his hand might have gone for for it, more out of habit than anything else. He looked from Mira to her companion, who, at first glance, seemed more boy than man. "Who are you?" Kalen asked, pointedly.