Nova turned from Rahullu to Jendu just in time to see the senator's slight look of fright dissolve back into his usual warm expression. She scruffed the Wookiee's fur... and then playfully punched the senator's shoulder. "Yes, you're off the hook for now, Bandit Two. I think Senator Verbenti's getting the hang of it."
With that, she headed off to the ship's makeshift "quarantine." Nova wasn't quite sure if what she'd been told about their comrade's condition were true, or if the crew had just been indulging in some bawdy gallows humor. As a private person and lifelong loner, Nova had no personal experience with physical relations whatsoever. Apart from having once had a crush on
SS-3-6 — or rather,
Ria Talla, a cadet who had only briefly attended Skystrike before deserting along with three others, at the outset of Nova's second (and final) year at the Academy, she had neither the time nor the inclination to ever pursue or permit such things. Outside of her devotion to the success of the rebellion, Nova otherwise found fulfillment in contemplating whatever occult mystery had captured her imagination at that moment.
And so, despite trusting her Academy education, at least in this regard, she donned the breath mask and gloves anyway. She'd leave medic duties and armchair diagnoses to Veir or Tiktuk. Right now, she just wanted to make sure their ailing teammate was still breathing. The good news was that he was alive and seemingly on the path to recovery! The long days spent in and out of hyperspace had proven to be beneficial for everyone it seemed. As she emerged from checking in on their "patient", Nova realized she'd been holding her breath.
Tiktuk scampered up just then, pointing to the nav-computer and hyperdrive controls. Over the past few days, Nova had spied suspect trails of spare parts leading here and there, but she had faith in Tiktuk and Veir's combined efforts, especially after seeing how well the Jawa had patched up various starships back at the base.
Although she had initially wanted the senator to have a hand at live astrogation, Nova calculated their next side-jump herself, just in case the ship's new song was off-key.
(Carefully prepared Astrogation roll for our next jump, post-modifications.)
(Sensors roll to test our new transponder signal.)
Nova smiled at Tiktuk, as the nav-computer charted their course correctly, and the hyperdrive engaged without issue.
Thankfully, even with its new identity, the ship still sang in tune. And now, it appeared that they were on their way in earnest — to find the Last Jedi.
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