The Dark Academy on Korriban

The sound of typing was the only thing audible in the room as Baesal finished her secret search

''That may prove useful''

"Knock, knock. Mrs. Zyn, can little Baes come out and play with me?"

Actually knocking did not accompany the words.

Ha!

''Well,well. If this is not little Moy-Moy! Please enter and have some tea, Baes will come down soon.''

Moyr opened the door just enough to slip it with a clunky bundle of diversity in her hands. She was fresh from a bath, and taped.

"And no cookies? Are you on diet, Mrs. Zyn?"

Zyn faked embarassement

''My my, I am afraid that little Baes already got through them. She is quie voracious you see''

Well, to eventually grow a respectable sets of horns, montrals and boobs at the same time requires a lot of caloric intake. All are very important, especially the boobs. Isn't that right, Mrs. Zyn?"

Moyr shut the door behind her, then rattled the bundle.

"I brought my own toys, but I want to share."

Baesal gave Moyr what was supposed to be a wrathful glare

''Well, unlike you she has montrals to grow...so that's that'' she chirped

her eyes flashed when she showed her bag

''Well, don't keep little Baes waiting show her what you got!''

Enough shenanigans, Moyr concluded.

"Browse for yourself. I can tell the general worth, but usefulness for what you can have in mind - hardly."

She dropped it near Baes' desk.

"Keep them. I'll also give you the datapad to fix and survey, but on several conditions. They're easy ones. Whatever you learn from it, is just for you and me. You don't hide anything you find in there from me. We agree to coordinate acting on whatever information is there. Acceptable?"

Baesal looked wounded

''Please Moyr...I would expect you to trust me a little more then that. We do have an agreement.''

I can't blame her though. Finding trustworthy people here is incredibly difficult

She looked through the salvaged pieces and the datapad

''Will take some time to repair that...perhaps around 3 to 4 hours of serious work''

She returned her attention to her expecting the tale Moyr had teased

''So...What happened?''

"Give that pad some priority, please."

Moyr nodded. She considered it part of the deal to outline what would constitute betrayal and make the Entente off.

"I found a wrecked freighter where a disgusting thrall calling herself Scab was scavenging for parts for her master. I followed her to where her, that Faln and the slave were encamped. That self-proclaimed Darth was trying to build a ship to flee off-world. He was not doing a good job. The parts come from there."

She gestured to the bundle.

""I evened the odds by pulling the slave to my side and it came useful when Faln tried to Force-control me. In The end I was the only one standing. What you found out about the slave gave me an idea, so I searched Faln's body more thoroughly."

From her chest taping she then produced and briefly flashed the crystal.

"So I will need a hilt after all, and soon."

Baesal's eyes did widen at the sight of the crystal

''Wow! Nice find!''

She did a quick search throught the parts she had

''Hum, once the pad is repaired I'll be able to begin work on your lightsaber. I might need more parts for it though...so the planned trip back is all the more important"''

Moyr nodded.

"Tomorrow. We could liquidate things we don't need at the airport. And get the missing parts there. You just tell me what is needed."

''What I need will depend on what I find...but at fist glance I won't need much.''

She absentmindly stroke her lekku

''The spaceport trip might not be nescessary if we are lucky.''

"Browse through the stuff then. I am not set on credits, so I need to know what needs to be bought and can be sold."

She smirked at lekku-stroking.

Baesal raise an eyebrow at the smirk

''Yes?''

"Oh, nothing."

Moyr giggled, lacing fingers over her knee.

"You can get to work. Maybe I'll learn something by watching."

Baesal finished by smirking as well

''Oh, sure thing...but won't that be boring for you?''

"Only if you make it boring. Baes."

Little Baes tried to fake a demure blush

"Why do I feel like I'd need to strip to keep your attention?" She said with fake timidity

"Because deep inside you are a lewd exhibitionist creature?"

Moyr laughed impishly.

"Come on, if fixing the datapad takes this long better start now and maybe finish tomorrow. And test and put away the parts you want to keep."

Baesal put her hand to her mouthed, aghast (or maybe faking it)

"Such an insult! Auntie Zyn will have to give you a good spanking!"

Moyr turned around, leaned against the wall and shook her tush, then chirped in sweet voice.

"Please, I've been so naughty and insolent."

Caught in the moment Baesal rolled over and raised her hand, but before bringing it down she seemed to stop. She blinked once at Moyr's exquisitly shaped rump then at Moyr herself...

Her face was turning red. Well red-er and so was the tips of her lekkus

''I...euh...aaa''

She retracted her hand, uncertain.

Moyr rarely asked twice. She turned around and looked condescendingly at the hovering hand.

"Wimpy, wimpy."

Baesal lips pouted as she began to sulk

''Well...I just wanted...you know...''

She on her chair with her legs pulled up

''I just wanted to make sure it was okay for you'' she squezzed through