[center][i][b]Paradise[/b][/i][/center] [center][i][b]Mid-level Hotel[/b][/i][/center] The Mandalorian had parted ways with the rest of the group, which had been something of a relief for Sirka. A part of her had suspected that Elias intended to get Delni drunk so he could sleep with her, but the fact that he suddenly left seemed to dispel that theory. It had been why Sirka had not gone [i]too[/i] overboard on the drinking herself, but perhaps he had been more honest than she had given him credit for. Sirka had a distinct buzz at the moment, but Delni had either underestimated the Mandalorian ale, or vastly overestimated her ability to handle it, as evidenced by the fact that Sirka was currently carrying the [i]highly[/i] intoxicated Togruta down the hallway in her arms. “That droid was just…really something else. Really something else. I mean, who even makes that, right? I mean it even tried drinking with us. Drinking! A droid. Then it started dancing…it’s like it thinks it’s…people!” Delni stammered at least somewhat coherently, but heavily slurred. “Right, sis? Right?” She added, jabbing her thumb into Sirka’s ribs. “Right, sis.” Sirka responded, if nothing else, to get her to stop poking her. Delni allowed her head to fall back and started to watch the walls of the hallway pass by upside down, from her perspective. She was silent for the rest of the way to their room, seeming almost mesmerized. Sirka did not notice as they walked along, since she was trying to avoid breaking the silence. Eventually, they reached their room, and Sirka had to disturb Delni’s position to open the door enough to cause her to suddenly lift up her head. “Heh, it’s like I’m on the…bottom of the world. And…uh…” Delni began. Sirka, upon glancing down at her, noticed that she was looking just a bit green. “Hey, careful, you don’t want to make yourself si-“ Sirka started, but it was already far too late for warnings. Before Sirka could do anything to stop it, Delni ended up purging the contents of her stomach all over herself, her dress, and Sirka. All Sirka could do was stop, close her eyes, and let out a long sigh. Over the course of the next few minutes, Sirka struggled to get the largely-unhelpful Delni out of her soiled clothes and into the refresher so she could take a shower. Or at least, she managed to get her to sit down in the shower while the water poured over her. Under the circumstances, it was the best she could hope for out of Delni. Sirka stepped away for just a few minutes to get her clothes into the wash, clean up herself with a wet cloth, and the floor afterwards. Once all of that was done, she returned to the refresher and sat down on the floor next to the shower so that she could supervise Delni and make sure she did not find a way to drown herself in a few centimeters of water. It was cramped and uncomfortable, but Sirka did not give much thought to it as long as she was able to keep track of Delni. There was silence for a while between them. Delni had protested the cool water at first, but she now seemed relaxed, to an extent. She was sat in the floor of the shower, slumped over slightly. She was making no effort to actually bathe herself, but the water alone was doing a decent enough job. Eventually, she slowly craned her head over to look at Sirka to finally address the thoughts that had been going through her head. “Hey, sis…you think…you ever think ‘bout our parents. I mean, you ever think they’ll get to go home. Not, uh, [i]our[/i] home, you know, but, um, [i]theirs[/i]. You know, uh, Cora…Corku…” “Coruscant.” Sirka interrupted. “Yeah, I have. What brought that up?” Delni leaned her head back, sluggishly closing her eyes once the water started to fall into them. “I don’t know, we’re just all…havin’ a great time out here. Enjoyin’ ourselves. But they always, uh, talked ‘bout how much they enjoyed things back home. They’d really like to go home.” “That was back during the days of the Republic, before the Empire. That time is long gone.” Sirka replied. “Yeah, but…there’s a Republic again, right? I’d just…love for ‘em to be happy again, and if there’s a Republic now, uh, don’t you think they could finally go back home?” Delni asked. She was wide-eyed, and the way she was looking at Sirka almost reminded her of a child. Although, her blatant drunkenness quickly diminished that illusion. Sirka looked straight ahead, staring intently into a wall. “Yeah, I think they’ll get to go home.” She said, though she was not completely sure how much she believed it. She did not follow the news too closely, but the last she heard, Coruscant was in the midst of a civil war, which was hardly the kind of place she wanted to send her parents. It could not last forever, but there was no way to tell what kind of planet it would end up being after the dust settled. Even if the Republic faction prevailed, Coruscant was an expensive place to live. At least, the part that her parents were from was. Sirka would not be able to afford to support both them and herself in a place like that at the moment. Still, all of that was no reason to ruin Delni’s mood. Her sister just smiled as she stared up at the ceiling. “That’s great! They’ll…love it.” With a brief groan, Sirka slowly stood herself back up to her feet and extended a hand down towards Delni. “I’m sure they will, but right now, it’s about time to get you dressed, and get you to bed.” Delni snickered. “Get dressed. Why do I have to…get dressed? I mean, look whose talkin’? You’re always, like, just, walkin’ around everywhere naked. Just like it’s nothin’. Why do I have to wear…things?” Still laughing, Delni shakily stood herself up to her feet, still in the shower. “Oh, look at me! I’m a giant lizard! I don’t need no…pants!” She mocked. Worried, Sirka held out her arms wide to try and catch her if she fell. “Careful, Del. It’s wet, you might…” Delni looked like she attempted to step out of the shower, but with an impressive lack of coordination, she managed to slip and fall in the exact opposite direction as Sirka, landing face-first on the bottom of the shower. She groaned in pain, to which Sirka could only stop, close her eyes, and let out a long sigh. Over another few minutes, Sirka was able to get Delni dried off and into a nightgown, then laid her down onto her bed. Sirka had managed to get her to drink some water, but she was still somewhat uncooperative. At the very least, she seemed to enjoy finally being able to lay down in a nice, comfortable bed, so Sirka did not expect her to be going anywhere anytime soon. Sirka was sat on the edge of the bed, dabbing a wet washcloth against Delni’s face to wash away the last traces of blood from her split lip. She did not seem to be in pain, which was fortunate. It was frustrating enough to deal with the happy version of her drunk sister, though she made no outward complain in any case. All she cared about at the moment was keeping her comfortable. Sirka had filled up a full glass of water and prepared some headache medicine on a small table next to the bed for when Delni woke up the next “morning.” As well, Sirka had dimmed the lights in the room so that they would not exacerbate her inevitable hangover. Delni was not yet asleep, but she was finally willing to stop and relax. After another few minutes, the pair received a visitor to their room, which Sirka was naturally the one to deal with. It was one of the ship’s droids, and at first, Sirka wondered if a camera had witnessed her sister vomiting on their floor before she cleaned it up. However, the information that the little floating machine transmitted to her datapad told a different story. Once more, Sirka sat down on the edge of Delni’s bed, scrolling through the details of the job on her datapad. Normally, Sirka did not immediately accept a job, no matter the pay on offer. She was always careful to allow her sister to do her research on the client and make sure they were someone they would want to work for, who could be trusted to pay on time. However, this was a different story. This job was coming straight from Koren: the very owner of Paradise. Sirka knew exactly who he was, and exactly what kind of an opportunity this would be. Taking in a long breath, Sirka slid over and placed her hand gently upon Delni’s shoulder. “Hey, sis, good news. I found another job. A great one, in fact.” Delni smiled up at Sirka. “A job? That’s, uh, that’s great. I need to, uh, check it out or something?” Sirka lightly shook her head. “No, no, it’s definitely legit. Koren is the employer.” “Koren…Korrreeen…” “The owner of Paradise.” Sirka reminded her. Her sister nodded her head. “Ah, right, right. So…good credits?” Sirka smiled and patted Delni’s shoulder. “Very good credits. I finished my obligations to my last client, so I’m free to accept. It’s just…well, I’ve got to leave soon. Like, now.” While she did not quite frown, Delni’s smile did start to fade once she registered in her mind what Sirka was explaining. “Oh. So you’re, uh, going…then?” Sirka lightly nodded. “Yeah, sorry. I did hope to enjoy Paradise with you for a bit longer, but you know, we’ve got to make a living. I went ahead and ordered room service for you in the morning, and I made sure this room is paid up for a while. If it takes any longer than I’m expecting, I’ll make sure to send you more. Just try to get some rest, okay? I promise I’ll call you as soon as I can.” She did not particularly like leaving her sister alone and drunk, even if it was in the relative safety of their room in Paradise. But more than that, despite how much Sirka had harped on Delni about wasting credits for wanting to come along, she had been looking forward to spending some time with her sister away from Nar Shaddaa. Now, their much-anticipated vacation was being cut short before it could really start. Delni remained wordless for a while, but eventually, she managed to sit herself up and get her arms around Sirka for a hug. “Love you, sis.” Sirka wrapped her free arm around Delni to return the hug. “Love you, Del.” She said before finally pulling away so she could stand back up to her feet. “Enjoy your vacation, sis, you deserve it.” [hr] [center][i][b]Paradise[/b][/i][/center] [center][i][b]Staff Hangers[/b][/i][/center] After leaving her room, Sirka had made her way to her assigned meeting place as quickly as she could. She was still a bit buzzed from drinking, but it would not be noticeable on the outside, and she would be perfectly fine by the time they reached their destination. It seemed that her acceptance of the job was expected, as she was re-united with her weapons and other equipment that she had parted with on check-in as soon as she was in the hanger. She supposed there would be no delays before they could get moving, she supposed. Now fully-equipped, complete with all of her bandoliers, harnesses, and the rather conspicuous heavy repeater on her back, Sirka approached the vessel at which she had been instructed to meet. As she neared, she saw a Marialan man, who she assumed to be the courier she was meant to be guarding. Compared to him, she was a towering presence who loomed over him once she was in front of him. “You, uh…Boqo?” Sirka asked, glancing down at her datapad to double-check the name as she spoke. “Name’s Sirka. I’m here to guard you.”