The little robot yelled out through the ship that he was ready to leave and telling her to get her ass in gear. The psychotic droid prepared the logs he got from the computer and compiled a star map for their trip, running it by the wannabe Jedi reluctantly. The artificial intelligence was obviously too arrogant to admit he could in any way be wrong, but could not refuse due to his programming. In a matter of minutes they were waiting for clearance to launch and as soon as they had it, were streaking towards the sky. Once they had broken orbit the ship wasted no time in making the jump to hyperspace. There was a star in the way so they were going to have to make two jumps.<br/><br/>As the machine went on with his regular duties he made a quick jab about how she enjoyed being underwearless. The ride was for the most part routine. About halfway through the first jump R5 found a minor glitch in the power conduit and snuck off to fix it. Reminding the Twi’lek to feed the cargo, knowing full well she wouldn’t want to, but he was the most qualified to fix any of the five million spontaneous errors capable of ending their lives. To its dismay though, that wasn’t the case this time. With a few quick, albeit edgy beeps he told her to hurry and check the monster.<br/><br/>It seemed R5 was either going truly senile or there was something messing with the ship’s systems. The system was quickly repaired but according to the droid it was, to the best translation, a shitty attempt at sabotage that should have a punishment of death for such a poor attempt that was an insult to its intelligence. Without ever stopping its complaints on the pathetic excuses of sabotage it started snapping at her to find the cause so the droid could torture them for wasting his time.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yes they gave you food. </div></div>