mini kitchen.

"Snacks in here if you want any. I won't charge you for 'em. Drinks, too, boring stuff, synthehol, real alcohol but it'll cost you extra."

She straightened, popping up from behind the counter with a curious expression she leveled his way. "Can Jedi get drunk?"

"I figured either you were a Jedi or some kinda cultist. Same thing to me, really." Ailey grimaced, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Not my business who or what you are."

But she should still try and be a good host. She pushed herself off the bulkhead, then made her way over to the

overhead, dripping off her poncho and gathering in the mud at her feet - and judging by the black clouds extending as far as the eye could see, the rain wasn't going to let up anytime soon.

"If you need a ride, I'm leavin' 'fore my clothes are soaked through and my bones get cold, you hear me?"

courtesy extended toward me as well. I would much rather talk things through than let things fester. If you have a problem with me, please communicate it with me.

If you do need to block me, please use this moderation list and block all of my accounts.

bsky.app/profile/did:...

I reserve the right to block anyone for any reason.

I only roleplay on the timeline. My DMs are strictly OOC.

I will likely message someone first before I DM them as a courtesy.

I would like the opportunity to talk through any potential drama privately before blocking anyone and would like that

(also starting to laugh) yeah I should start thinking up a better name!

Hey! Keep it under the table, shortstack, you want me to get shot? Kriff.

It's Ailey. My name, I mean.

If someone could wrangle a krayt dragon, that would immediately land em in some songs, maybe a few news stories...

It's not like no one's ever tried. Maybe the sand raiders.

Pretty nova you haven't been eaten yet. What's your name, anyway? I just keep yappin without basic rules o' politeness.

So you only ride em, not hunt em? Seems like a risky business.

How'd you get into all this monster wrangling?

any turbulence."

Her hands slid into the back pockets of her trousers and she leaned against the bulkhead, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from him.

"I know I'm pretty boring when I'm not kriffin' wasted, but I didn't think I was *that* boring," she joked, loudly, from the cockpit doorway.

"It'll be about four hours. Gotta navigate around a supernova and that's gonna throw the hyperspace route a bit wonky; I'll let you know if we're gonna hit

Oh so it's like kark. Kark and fuck are the same. Fuck. Kark. Got that hard sound to them.

What's "fuckin" mean?

lounge.

checks, flicking dials and switches and powering up the console with a foot switch.

The navcomp started chewing on the course she input and it spat out a plotted course, which she glanced at and swiveled toward him, either to tell him if he was haunting the doorway or go tell him if he was in the

"What're you thankin' me for? You're payin' for this." Ailey chortled, then opened up the plain durasteel door and slipped into the cockpit, the door emitting a faint "whoosh" as it slid open. She entered the far less glamorous cockpit and sat down at the pilot seat, then started running preflight