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Hangar Bay
Naboo
1156 Hours
Vin checked his chrono again as he stood at ramp of the Quiet Speech. His new apprentice was cutting it close. Waytar stood at his side and chuffed quietly, craning his neck upwards to Vin's unoccupied fingers for an absent minded scratch. From behind him came a prissy voice belonging to C6-RX, known to the Master by his affectionate nickname "Rox". It fit the feminine protocol droid, whose manner was sassy and unsubdued thanks to the programming Vin had meticulously rewritten several years before during his self imposed exile. "Our flight path is registered for 1210 hours, Master Vin. I'd hate for us to miss it. Again." He chuckled as he turned to face Rox, a light smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Padawan Akala should be by momentarily, Rox. Before she gets here could you please prep the engines and prepare a serving platter of tea? The Dathomiri Spice should be quite pleasant." Rox paused for a moment as she considered answering, and then bleated a harsh electronic sound and turned to move stiffly up the ramp. Vion spoke again before she disappeared. "And could you please make sure that the Padawan's quarters are prepared? This is going to be a difficult time and I want her to be comfortable." Rox didn't speak to him directly but he could hear her complaining.
"Make sure the new one is comfortable, Rox. Turn down the bed, Rox. Make me tea, Rox. Make your own tea. I'm not here to clean up after you." Then there was a slight pause. "Wait, I am here to do just that aren't I? Of course that's what I get stuck with. Another mouth to cook for and clean for. At least it will keep me busy." Vin scratched Waytar's ear and a large smile blossomed on his face. Listening to Rox complain and then justify her job was always a fun time. His hand delved into his pouch and came up with a small control unit, which he used to enter his passcode into the ship's systems remotely to allow start up. The two men fueling the craft disconnected the last fuel hose and gave him a thumbs up.
"Ready when you are, Master Jedi." Vin tossed them each a small credit chit. It was always a good tactic to keep those who helped you happy, and tipping well was a surefire way to accomplish that. You never knew when you might need a favor from someone that was overlooked by everyone else. His eyes found the door to the hangar once again. Three minutes until he stepped onboard.
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