Log:Incredibly Suited

Fen and Nym catch up on Naboo, with a request coming up during lunch.

OOC Date: February 10, 2016
Location: Theed, Naboo
Participants: Nym Landala, Fenwick Mare

Naboo is a world quite familiar to Nym Landala. It's one that she lived on till she was eighteen and then left it for D'Qar and the Resistance. While many other planets are a mystery to her, the lush forests and waterfalls are second nature. So, when finding a place to meet Fenwick that does not involve classified territory, this is where she decides on. The location is a nice cafe in Theed that has a balcony that overlooks the waterfalls of the capital. It's a good place to catch up and the noise of the waterfall tends to make it hard for other people to overhear them.

The young pilot is already seated at a table, dressed in her civvies. Pants and a Nabooian guard jacket that is too big for her. The sleeves are rolled up and she looks over at the waterfalls with the look of someone homesick.

Much earlier, Fenwick spent his time exploring the outlying wilds and nature around. That feels like it has been forever ago, and not merely hours, but the time difference has given him plenty to change into something more stately and professional, respectable even. He still prefers comfort over anything else, plain pants and a long-sleeved shirt, loose-fitting over his muscled frame and covering his plethora of upper torso tattoos, and a smile to brighten his facial features. He likes to smile. That's ever so evident when he arrives, none too quietly given his asking a question.

"I haven't see that jacket in a long while. Still." He pauses, choosing the right words. "Yeah, still looks nice."

Things on Naboo seem more relaxed, despite the fact that most of Nym's life revolved around protecting and the military surrounding Naboo. When she hears Fen's voice, Nym turns from the waterfalls and grins at him. "It's my sister's," she tells him with a grin. "She gave it to me when I went off to the Resistance. She'd be pretty peeved if I didn't still have it when I came back." With a laugh and a shrug, she says, "It's too big for me." Gesturing at the seat across from her, she smiles. "I'm glad we could meet up again. Sorry it's been a bit. Things have been a bit..." she shrugs. Despite her smile, she's not quite as optimistic and bouncy as usual.

Fenwick stands there at the table just long enough to see Nym's reaction to his arrival, and in the end follows her hand gesture. He takes the seat opposite her. "There's only been so much," he pinches at the air with his right hand to gesture how little time has passed, "Since the first time I'm pretty sure I saw you with that thing, so- so" He loses his train of thought in favor of helplessly shrugging and letting the comment slide off into the recesses of the conversation. Briefly, Fen scratches at the bridge of his nose. "Hectic?" he asks, tossing the word out innocuously.

He feigns any sort of wisdom one way or another, smiling reassuringly instead. "I wouldn't worry about it. I was told a long time ago it's all about finding the calm in the chaos. Stuffiness aside, how are you?"

With a smile, Nym warms to Fenwick's arrival, putting the waterfalls behind her. "Only so much?" It's been a little while since they've seen each other and kept in touch. "Only so so?" She gives him a smirk. "That seems pretty vague to me." As for his own offer to her schedule she shrugs a bit, glancing down at her glass of water. "Hectic. Dangerous."

Despite that, she can't help but give him a bit of a grin. "I'm...I'm okay. I just. I was in a situation I'd never been in before. Wasn't sure I was going to make it out of it. Someone almost didn't. But...I did. So. Good?"

Fenwick is all about the vague as far as compliments go, or potential compliments, or anything resembling a compliment but him just describing jackets. He is, however, content with asking how she happens to be faring for herself lately. That seems to be the pressing matter anyways, even if his gaze mildly flicks in the direction of their scenery; waterfalls, a misty background, and the warmth combating the spray. She shrugs. He zeroes in on it, looking back to her eyes. "Yeah, fights are messy. It's," it's why he left, abandoned everyone, and his eyes drop momentarily to her glass of water, "It's horrible, addicting, and it turns out we can get really good at it. But I'm glad you're okay, Nym."

For whatever reason, Nym didn't think of Fenwick's comment as a compliment or not. To her, it was just a statement. A description. One that she enjoyed. Despite that, she is a little wrapped up in her own thoughts and smiles and shrugs, playing off the dogfight as best she can. "It's what I signed up for." And she is not about to back down from it. There was a part of her that was thrilled by the battle. The other parts were terrified and worried about her wing mate.

"Me too," she replies without a hint of irony. "I just...I've been in fights before. This was just more..." she doesn't have the words for it. "It wasn't about just the territory. They wanted to shoot us down."

"That's usually the goal in war, and they spread across these stars pretty quickly. Kill or be killed," Fenwick states evenly, almost passively, "Kill them before they kill you, or worse, your friends and loved ones. I bet some would just want you to get used to it or something. I don't know. It's all a messy affair." And he's a doctor, willing to stick his hands into people to save their lives and do all sorts of other potentially invasive but life-saving procedures. He offers a small grin, just a flash of white teeth that then falls way to him pursing his lips together thoughtfully. It's from having to order a drink.

He keeps it simple, something fizzy and fruity, full of flavor and metaphorically life. Fenwick returns his attention to Nym easily enough, smiling more naturally and at ease. "So, how's your wingman holding up? I'm assuming they're okay. I think you would've mentioned otherwise."

"It's not officially a war," Nym tells Fenwick. It's not something she completely agrees is the truth, but what is he politics involved. "But, yes, it's very messy." She frowns. Taking a moment to think, she puts in an order for her drink. It's a drink mostly confined to the planet that she can't get on D'Qar. What is the point of visiting home if she can't get the perks?

"He's recovering. Bacta tanks and the like." Were he killed in action, she would be far more distraught. With a sigh, she waves a hand. "Let's talk about something else for a little while. How has Nar Shaddaa been? Are you still there?"

"That wasn't the point," but Fenwick doesn't push the matter; because that is just arguing semantics of what to label fighting organizations, politics. He doesn't readily look to want to talk about that kind of stuff, not really. He sits up as he listens to her. "I'm all over the place, not just Nar Shaddaa. I'm overdue on visiting home though, but Corellia can wait a while longer. I've been thinking about learning how to pilot so then I can ferry myself around on my own credit."

Wincing a bit, Nym nods. "Sorry." She didn't mean to make it about politics. The last thing she wants to do is talk about politics. Instead, she looks up. "Oh, I didn't mean to keep you from home." With a raised eyebrow, she grins. This is something she can easily talk about. "Do you need someone to teach you how to fly?" Because that is something that Nym may be incredibly suited to do.

Wincing a bit, Nym nods. "Sorry." She didn't mean to make it about politics. The last thing she wants to do is talk about politics. Instead, she looks up. "Oh, I didn't mean to keep you from home." With a raised eyebrow, she grins. This is something she can easily talk about. "Do you need someone to teach you how to fly?" Because that is something that Nym may be incredibly suited to do.

Fenwick laughs. He also shakes his head, because Nym Landala is not keeping him away from home at all. Or he might just be laughing at her perking up at the idea of him being a flightstick and being useful in a cockpit. "It was a passing idea. Well, besides, you're also stuck saying the galaxy from evil so if you were interested then I'd only not want to distract from- uh- your duties. Then again, I haven't been back in ages..." and he could very well be referencing the Resistance, but it's a passing comment. He shrugs. "If you have the time, I have the drive."

Either way, Nym feels responsible, so she studies Fen. The thought of teaching someone else how to fly certainly makes her feel better and she reaches out to grab at his hands. "That would be great! Everyone should know how to fly. Flying is the most freeing thing you'll ever find." She truly means that. Being up in the air is everything to her. "Artie keeps telling me that teaching other people means that I'll learn more of the basics more thoroughly. So, let's do it!"

One minute he is offering to be Nym's student and in the next minute, she's jumping at the opportunity to teach him how to pilot. Fenwick Mare is all for this. "I'd love to, really!" He may be iffy about combat itself, so combat piloting is more than likely out of the question, but there is nothing against learning how to pilot in and of itself. That's probably where his grinning comes from, that specific idea. He gives her hands a squeeze. "Just, I don't have a droid, too, so... I want to start from the very bottom of the ladder and work my way up, Miss Landala."

Nym grins, keeping a hold of Fenwick's hands as she thinks this through. It's possible she's already coming up with lesson plans. "You don't need a droid! A droid will help in jumps and in combat to have extra eyes. But, I'm just teaching you how to fly. That's a different thing altogether." Piloting a passenger or cargo ship shouldn't need a droid. Beaming, she straightens at the squeeze of her hands. "Excellent! Make sure you bring fruit. Fruit is the proper teacher gift."

As skilled as Fenwick is at being a doctor, or even firing a blaster of many sorts, he lacks in this category. So he just quiets himself and his excitement down in favor of slowly nodding, understanding the explanation easily enough. He needs to bring fruit though. "I'll take as many bonus points as I can get. So fruit it is," he nods. "I can't say I'm too into the idea of returning to school so soon but I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this. After lunch, of course."

Nym has combat skills - she's learned them from her military family. Her true power and joy comes from flying and she's only too happy to attempt to pass it on to Fenwick. With a laugh, she shakes her head. "If you can't, it's not a big deal. I'd be glad to teach you anyway." With a raised eyebrow, she sits back. "Well, you'll just have to think of all the fun homework assignments I'll give you," she tells Fenwick. Though she finally sounds more chipper than she does before, it's hard to tell if she's teasing. "But, yes, that's certainly after lunch."