<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Star_wars_gungan_by_wellingtondiaz-d3gfh7p.jpg)</div><strong>Zeeko Brigs</strong><br/><br/>Zeeko smiled softly and slid his hand back down Minuet's side.  The loose white shirt was just high enough to bare the young pilot's naval—though her snow white tresses covered most of it.  Zeeko flipped the shirt up and laid his long palm against her tight little waist.<br/><br/>Zeeko wasn't certain how Minuet had decided his aquarium was for food—a few of those fish were good on the job snacks, but he'd have to be careful not to depopulate them lest the vines grow wild.  It was amusing to let her think that, though.  He hoped he'd be able to see the look on her face when she finally realized he was growing explosives in her cargo hold.  (Preferably from a safe distance.)<br/><br/>“Everything's good to go in the cargo hold,” he replied.  “Do we have to share with the clone troopers?”<br/><br/>He was sure someone would make sure there was enough for everyone, but loved a subtle wise crack.<br/><br/>Having finally met the infamous Jar Jar upon acquiring a post running errands for Senator Amidala, Zeeko sometimes wondered if that walking disaster didn't have a similarly cunning sense of humor underneath all that clearly genuine buffoonery.