| Elsewhere on the ship Kaldo checks the navi-computer one more time. It will still be awhile before they will drop out of hyperspace. Time to get something to eat.
In the common room, he sees the pale blue skinned woman trying to operate the Auto-Chef. She’s biting her bottom lip squinting at all the options, trying to decide what is good. From down the hallway, comes the shouts of Tam, Rowintha, and Set. It seems their philosophies on starship mechanics differ quite severely.
“No, no, no, no, no! That’s not how it goes.” Tam is in the middle of saying.
Rowintha roars in reply and tools are heard falling to the floor. An angry string of Jawa quickly follows.
“I’m sorry master, but my programming prevents me from translating that kind of language.”
Kaldo takes a moment to appreciate the scene before closing the hallway door. Isolating himself with the mysterious woman.
The woman notices Kaldo and asks, “Is there anything good to eat here?”
“Here.” Kaldo offers, “My favorite, something my mom used to make back home.” He operates the Auto-Chef and a short time later a traditional Durese dish is ready to eat. Kaldo punches up another one for himself.
“It smells wonderful.” The woman says, truly admiring the dish. “Can you fix another one for my friend?”
“Sure.” Kaldo replies and goes to work. He pauses and then asks, “Why don’t you and your friend join me here for dinner?”
“That’s alright, we’ll eat in our quarters.”
“Are you sure? I mean it must get awful boring in there on such a long trip.”
“Oh, we keep ourselves occupied.”
Kaldo’s eyes get a little bigger and his mind takes him to a different place. He doesn’t see the woman take the other dish.
“Um, Kaldo isn’t it? Thanks.” She says as she walks away.
The Duros almost doesn’t get the next sentence out. “Ah, ah, what’s your name?”
“Nali.” The woman with the pale blue skin and long white hair replies as she walks out of the room.
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