Had Fayeena been the type to get shy she would have avoided the usually all man gym in the barracks and instead headed to the much larger one across the base.  But Fayeena wasn't shy, thank goddess, or who knew what she would have done when the door opened to the gym and all eyes were on her.  A casual grin crossed her gentle features and she walked casually in.  Weights, she wanted to lift weights, why?  Because she didn't like that the other mechanics were able to lift more then her.  That and a lot of the vehicle's controls were hard to control without a little muscle.  Dressed in a small tank top and shorts, Fayeena stretched her muscles before heading over to the bars.  Her face suddenly scrunched a little reconizing one of the men by the bars.  She was pretty sure she had seen him before...except she didn't think he looked so old.  Well more like a crabby old man and someone had taken away his favorite recliner.

Fayeena smirked again, introductions were made and the connection was solved.  He was on her squad, made sense, she had read over them a hundred times in the archives.  She couldn't wait to join them for their first mission, dang the tree day weekends!

"Excellent, we will have fun like two cabbages in a pod!" Fayeena grinned grabbing onto Ken's arm and pulling him to his feet.  She didn't stop grinning as Ken yanked his hand away as if she carried some disease and rubbed his shoulder.

"A little strong aren't you?" he asked dryly.

"No, not as much as I would like," Fayeena chuckled, "Now come give me a tour!  I am excited!" she cooed as they left the gym, eyes watching her as she left.  Once outside the gym Fayeena linked arms with Ken half pulling him.

"Seriously, stop that," Ken finally said getting his arm back two hallways down.

"Stop what?" Fayeena asked looking at him.

"Touching me."

"You are not liking, me being close?" Fayeena asked curiously taking a step closer to Ken, making him take a step back.  They continued the game until Ken's back hit the wall.

"would you back off?!" Ken said holding back a yell.

"Me being so close, is uncomfortable?" Fayeena asked her voice turning into a husky whisper.

"YES!" Ken replied, "I mean aren't you Togruta poisonous or something?"

Fayeena replied by giving Ken a long lick on the cheek, "If you die from that, let me know," she commented and giggled her white pointed teeth flashing in a grin.

"Boring, I have all next week to bother him!" Fayeena announced turning away from the door and taking off down the hallway.  It was obvious, too obvious, that this Ken fellow wasn't comfortable around her and in turn that made her want to be around him even more.  Now the question was, where was he hiding?  Whistling innocently she hacked into one of the information computers and tracked down where Ken's room was.  Still whistling innocently she made her way to his room.  The lock was simple enough, she had broken into harder, well actually smashing the consult with her fist didn't count as hacking.  She let out a last low whistle as she answered and looked around.  Lots of things to snoop around in. 

"Crap, crap, crap, crap," Fayeena murmured as she went through drawers and threw stuff over her shoulder.  "Ooo nice shirt," she said stripping off her tank top and putting on one of the blue shirts she found.  Creatively, she easily tied half of the shirt in a knot right under her bra before digging through the clothes again.  "Boy jeans awesome," she added putting on a pair of baggy cargo jeans and letting them sag on her hips.  "A bit too baggy though," she added pulling out a nice leather belt and putting it on.

"Well I am, dressed for success as they say," she grinned looking in the mirror and approving before continuing her search.  Shoving her hands in her pockets, Kayeena found a pair of sunglasses and put them on as she walked down the hallway, "Now lets see, if I were a paranoid guy where would I hide?" she questioned quietly leaning against a wall to think.

Innocent whistling, and there went the shirt down the hole, the pants on the other hand...Fayeena would keep those on, they were too comfortable to give up.  She bounded out of the bathroom and plopped down on the bed next to Ken.  "Sorry, your shirt is ruined, and these pants are too comfortable to give up," she purred happily resting her chin on his shoulder, her montrals vibrating a little.  "OOOoo you smell like human boy.  You know that's the funny thing about humans.  You have such interesting smells, and bodies.  Very soft and squishy bodies.  I mean how do you guys survive infanthood without anything to protect your heads?" she asked poking and prodding Ken's head, her chest occasionally brushing against the back of his neck.  "Not only that how do you know who id part of your tribe, you have no marks on your skin?"

"Would you stop that, I don't like you, now what did you do with my shirt?" Ken demanded jumping to his feet, his face bright red.

"Currently, its clogging up your toilet," Kayeena commented casually looking amused as she laid back on Ken's bed, "Oo this bed is comfortable, like thunderstorm, right?" she said fluffing one of the pillows and making herself comfortable.

"Get off my bed!" Ken demanded before rushing into the bathroom, splashing footsteps and cursing followed a few minutes later as Ken rushed out holding a shirt in front of him and dumping it in the trash.  Kayeena whistled a little as she listened to him wash his hands and then charge back into the room.  "Where do you come off?" he yelled his knuckles turning white in rage as Kayeena sat up on the bed.

"What do you mean?" she asked innocently blinking a few times.

"I don't like you, I hate everything about your kind!" Ken practically screamed.

"Hey now it's just a shirt!" Kayeena said getting to her feet and standing in front of Ken her eyes narrowing.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Ken's fist flew out towards Kayeena's face, that is until she moved, her horned head butting into Ken's stomach, and then her long legs sweeping him out from his feet.  Without a word she grabbed a cup of water that was nearby and dumped it on Ken.

"All better?" she asked leaning over Ken smiling before standing up straight and sitting on the bed, "now go take a shower, cool off, we're going to a club."

Before Ken could react, Fayeena tackled him to the ground, rather harshly at that and sat on his stomach, "Please, you can do that stuff later, all I'm asking for is like what?  Three hours of your time, we'll go out dance, drink, then come back and go our seperate ways," Fayeena said pushing Ken back down as he tried to get up.

"I just like the seperate ways part," Ken growled.

"Fine," Kayeena responded digging into her pocket and pulling out a crumbled piece of paper, "I didn't want to have to do this, but you've been chosen to be my sponsor, to show me around, and make sure I don't get in trouble.  Which means if I get in trouble, you'll get in trouble too."

"There's no way I'm going to the club...what are you doing with that candy bar?" Ken demanded right before Fayeena smeared the half melted bar on his uniform.

"Well you can't go to duty in a dirty uniform," she said matter of fact standing up, looking around where to wipe her hands and then did so on Ken's bed sheets.  "So I'm going to meet you here in an hour, and we can leave for the club.  If you're not here then I go find you and tail you the entire three day weekend.  At least in a club we can loose each other," she said before leaving the room.

There was a knock to Kayeena's door, she smiled looking at her reflection one last time before answering the door.  There a damp looking Ken stood, his hands in his pocket and looking less then pleased. 

"Excellent, I'll have to drive because you probably have no idea where we're going," Fayeena commented as they walked down the hallways a grin etched on her face as she linked arms with Ken.  "No offense but were we're going doesn't really seem like you type of scene, but you shouldn't have trouble fitting in.  Most people don't unless they try.  Oh, nice bike," Fayeena commented walking around the bike, even looking underneath it, "Impressed, I didn't even take you for someone who would know a thing about bikes."

"I could say the same," Ken answered back throwing a helmet to Fayeena, only to have her throw it back.

"Remember, I'm from a species with extremely hard heads," she said tapping one of her montrals.  Jumping onto the bike, grudingly, probably to the fact that someone else was driving his bike, Ken sat down behind Fayeena and then had to grip her waist for dear life as she took off, merging into heavy traffic, with ease she slipped around the people stuck at a stand still.  They had been riding for about fifteen minutes when Fayeena pulled off into an alley and parked beside several speeders.

"Mostly people just walk," Fayeena commented hoping off the bike and taking off the jacketr she had been wearing to reveal the small top, black in color she was wearing and a pair of black pants.  "Come on Ken, don't just stand there," she chuckled kicking off her shoes at the doorway and heading inside.  Heavy drums vibrated around the room, other instruments joined in with the drums bouncing off its rythmn.  The club was packed with dancing people all all species.

"This is the life no?" she asked pointing to the stage where people were taking turns beating on the drums, neon paint splashing on their bodies from the tops of the drums where paint was slowly dripping to add to the scene.  "I love this place!" she added her toes curling against the hard earth underneath them, "A small tribe of Togruta's run it!"

"What are you doing here," A Togruta hissed sitting next to Fayeena, instantly Fayeena's body stiffened knowing that tone, "People like you should be here."

"I have every right to be here," she mumbled into her drink.

"Not only are you here outcast, you bring a human with you, what are you a human lover too.  Want to add more insult to our species?" the Togruta added.

"Listen I came here with a friend to dance, drink and play the drums, you can't tell me where I can and can't go," Fayeena hissed her eyes narrowing at the Togruta.

"How does it feel anyway?  Being shunned from your tribe, being worthless," the Torguta grinned.

Fayeena's hands balled up into fists, she glanced over at Ken, grinding her teeth.  She wanted to fight with this Togruta, but couldn't risk getting Ken hurt or in trouble, "Forget it, you're not worth it," she said casually letting the angry rush out of her.  She got up from her chair and turned to head up to the drums.

"Don't turn your back on me tribeless!" the Togruta yelled grabbing Fayeena by the shoulder and spinning her around, before she could block or dodge the Togruta's fist contacted with her lip, scrapping the inside against her teeth.

"What's wrong you're not going to fight me, what about your human mate there?  Too afraid?" the Togruta laughed.

"Come on Ken, lets go," Fayeena hissed grabbing Ken by the arm and dragging him out of the club.  Once by the speeder Fayeena spat a mouthful of red blood onto the ground.  She then let out a fustrated yell of anger and punched the wall.

"Smart going there," Ken commented as Fayeena shook her fist, "So what happened trouble at home?"

"Hardly," Fayeena murmured darkly, "Just another Togruta who thought he was better then me because he was still in a tribe."

"Tribe?"

"We Togruta live in a tribe society where the strong survive and the weak are left to fend for themselves," Fayeena said leaning against the speeder and sighing, "Ken, what's the first thing you notice about Togruta?"

"Other then...well never minds, probably your headworms and horns," Ken said shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Exactly, the gods played a cruel trick on me and my head tails and montrals never grew, my tribe deemed me as weak and cased me out with stones and sticks.  I wasn't as weak as they though though, I survived on my own and here I am," she said smiling her pointed teeth stained with blood, "But I'm less then nothing to other Togruta, tribe is everything, we are one, and one different could kill the tribe."

"Barbaric, even fore aliens," Ken commented.

"Yeah, we're pretty messed up, least with humans you have pity and compassion," Fayeena said rubbing her hand again, "That's why I like you Ken, I know you hate me for being an alien, for being different, you don't hide it well, but you do.  At least I know where you stand, anyway lets go home, I guess I won't get to play the drums tonight."

"You're not going to cry are you?" Ken asked raising an eyebrow.

"Nah, I don't cry anymore about that stuff, what's the point?"

"That was...so cool!" Fayeena said her eyes light and wide with excitement as she hopped off the speeder.  She stumbled a little, Ken catching her and steadying her.  "Thanks," she said, 'Look my hands are shaking, I was so scared going that fast, but it was so fun!" she said practically dancing, "We have to go out more just for you to drive."

"You like scaring yourself don't you?" Ken asked his lips twitching in an almost smile.

"I'm in the army what do you think, I'm addicted to the rush!" Fayeena giggled before crossing her arms looking at Ken, "You almost smiled!"

"No I didn't," Ken denied.

"Yes you did, keep that up and I might think you enjoy my company," Fayeena said winking at Ken and then grabbing his arm, "I wanna show you something, but you have to swear not to say anything to anyone," she said not waiting for Ken to reply and dragging him to the bike garage.

"This isn't some sort of alien trap where you kill me?" Ken asked with raised eyebrows.

"Nah, you're in luck its just seduction so I can have your babies," Fayeena said rolling her eyes.

"Seriously?" Ken asked his eye narrowing in suspicion.

"You wish, but no, you're not my type anyway, I like more alien friendly guys," Fayeena chuckled opening the door to the garage and heading over to a small room.  She pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the deadbolt to the door and walked inside, "Well come on, don't be a wimp."

Ken walked into the room only to be faced by a big object covered in a sheet, "What is that, and why am I swearing to secrecy?"

"Because I don't want to be embaressed if I can't get this up and running," Fayeena said pulling back the sheet revealing an antique speeder, "The frame is good, I'm rebuilding the engine so its just as fast or faster then modern speeders.  It needs a paint job of course, but the work has been slow."

"Money?"

"Nah I have enough of that,  just like bumming drinks off of people.  Mostly cause of training, missions, etc etc," Fayeena murmured patting the speeder affectionately, "Not only that this thing is wired competely differently then the modern day ones, so I have to figure it out as I go."

"May I?" Ken asked and Fayeena nodded letting him examine the bike, "Not bad, I see you got a little creative with it, but I've seen worst."

"Wow the great Ken almost gave me a compliment, end of days!"

"Quiet you," Ken grimaced.

Fayeena let out a yawn, "Well I'm gonna get to bed," she said as they walked out of the room and she locked it up, "Thanks for the not so great, but surprisingly not your fault time," she said turning suddenly and kissing Ken's forehead, "You can furiously scrub your face now," she added with a chuckle as Ken did so, "Nite!" she shouted to Ken as she bounded away towards the barracks.