"Good, I think you and Betty are a good match." Zenya says to me with a happy smile on her face.
"Mmhmm." I hum in reply with a smile on my face as we exit the XS Betty.
"Come on, I'll show you…to where you'll be staying for the next year and six months…that is if you don't wash out because of Grandpa's standards." Zenya says to me, and I can't tell if she is joking or serious about what she is saying as her voice comes out as almost a laugh.
"Huh, how long?" I ask dumbly…in shock, which makes Zenya devolve into full on giggles.
"Oh, kark…your face just now was priceless." Zenya continues to laugh at my expense.
"Okay, so for just your standard pilot training and education program it'll take six to seven months of classes, simulators and live training, if we had access to flash learning equipment it could be faster.
And as for starfighter piloting it'll take eleven to twelve months... because it'll pretty much be a bootcamp style training for you." Zenya replies and explains to me easily as if she had been expecting to pull a prank on me and was now confirming my dumbfounded ass.
"Damn, for some reason I thought it'd be a lot faster than that…like six months tops…like a boot camp…for basic training…I guess that works so does the oldman have someone come in to teach basic hand to hand combat and stuff?" I reply with my voice coming off as a little absent minded, before I ask about the training for some more insight.
"I mean you could just get your certification and license for freighter piloting, if you want to start working sooner to meet your time frame, but the basic training we offer for a starfighter pilot takes a set standard of twelve months because of everything it encompasses…from a basic military training…if less stringent and rigid still would put you on the level of one of Corellia's Naval Security Force pilot." Zenya informs me with a crease starting to form on her forehead.
"It's fine, I'd rather be well educated and trained in the time frame that you guys have established probably through a lot of experience…than rush to leave and be ill prepared." I reply to Zenya while letting out a long mock suffering sigh, which Zenya nods and shoots me a little smirk of understanding over her shoulder as she turns around and motions for me to follow.
'Yeah, I'm really glad that I didn't forget about you, on Dooku and Qui-Gon's shuttle, I really wish that I didn't forget that blaster pistol and rifle carbine though, if I sell this booze I'll probably have enough credits to live comfortably for awhile.' I say in my head as I glance down at the basket filled with bottles of booze while Zenya leads me to a roundish and domed medium sized domicile.
"So, this will be your home for the foreseeable future. You can decorate it and repaint it however you want, meals will be served in the office with me and grandfather except for on special occasions like holidays or if myself or grandfather are sick, during those times you'll have to take care of your meals on your own." Zenya says to me as she hands me a thin metal rectangle that she brushes over the panel near the door.
"Sounds good to me." I reply as I follow Zenya into the living domicile, with a shrug both not caring about having to fend for myself but also feeling relieved I won't have to worry about paying for meals quite yet as I'm not flush with cash.
"It's not really all that big, but it's bigger than most 1 person apartments here on Corellia." Zenya says as she gives me a walk through of the place that has a dining area combined with a small kitchen and a common area, before leading me to a decent sized bedroom that even has a walk-in closet and an attached full bathroom.
"It's perfect, thank you Zenya." I stop Zenya from saying anymore as I can tell she was going to start to ramble somehow.
"I better go gotta start Dinner, Umm, Dinner will be ready in about an hour." Zenya replies back to me with a little shy smile on her lips, as she holds her hands behind her back but bends at the waist a bit making her upper body lean forward a bit, before making a sound in her throat informing me when Dinner would be ready as she leaves.
'Haa, what do I do now…?' I ask internally…as I set my possessions down on the counter/bar, and then sit down on a stool that I pull out from underneath said bar, and activate my Ultimatrix…and then look at the big sack of kernels/seeds.
"Swampfire has…plant…controlling abilities…I think…I'm a little fuzzy on that part…" I wonder as I turn the dial until swampfire's holographic image appears and I push down on the dial.
'This is so cool.' I express internally as I laugh aloud and look at the bag and wonder how to grow the plants without dirt, water, and sunlight.
A compulsion comes over me to eat some of the seeds, so I use the sharp thorn in the tip of my forefinger as make a surgical cut in the middle of the sack, and hold my hand over the slit and my hand turns into vines and I slither into the sack and I consume some seeds, stalks of corn start growing out of my arm and turning to fully mature crops in the matter of seconds, while ears of corn fall of off my arm and fall to the floor once they hit proper harvesting maturity.
I fall into a type of trance and when I come out of it the sack is empty and the whole space is filled with purplish blue ears of corn filling the entire place to the ceiling.