There are Gizka

    Evaline Swift was somewhat aggravated.

    The foremost reason wasn't that her mother had given her the name 'Evaline.' That was annoying in of itself, and caused her to insist on 'Eva,' but that was not the root of her plight today.

    Today, as she hurtled through hyperspace, was considerably more irritating than the fact that she had a somewhat frumpy name. Today, Evaline was bored. Yes, bored. A routine trip back to Dantooine was boring for her. On her schedule... check up with the masters... hear them harp on how far she's come in her training and how bad the Dark Side of the Force is...

    But that wasn't the problem for her today. No, today was worse in every way, causing her to curse her awful luck or the Force or whatever administered this stroke of bad Karma. Today...

    "There are Gizka," Evaline said flatly as two of the chubby, frog-legged creatures were sniffing her boots. In her hand, she clutched the cup of caf that was her only link to sanity.

    Across the way, Carth Onasi rolled his eyes, pushing his own breakfast around on his flimsiplas plate. "Just ignore them," he offered, attempting to shoo away a few offending creatures from his serving of food-like substance. "I do."

    Evaline could hardly resist kicking the little anklebiters away as she sat, but suddenly frowned as she registered her violent feelings. Now, Evaline was not quite like Bastila in her dogmatic zealousness for the Jedi Code. In fact, she found the Code rigid and ineffective, preferring just to let her own conscience lead her through to do the right thing. But in the back of her mind, she decided that some of her slapdash Jedi training would indeed serve her well in this aggravating, but unthreatening situation.

    "There are Gizka," she restated, enunciating clearly.

"There are Gizka in the cargo hold;

Our stores of food are growing mold.

And Gizka in the cockpit-

If I see another gizka

I shall have a fit..."

    Carth looked up from his food-ish substance and blinked at Evaline. What was she doing? Mission, who was passing by, stopped to stare as well. Zaalbar lifted his head from where he was sleeping in a big furry pile.

    "They are crawling on the table," continued Evaline.

"I really wish I were able

to make them stop resisting.

If these gizkas keep persisting,

They will no longer be existing..."

    Juhani peeked out of her little alcove, raising a slim eyebrow at the words that were growing more emphatic and heated. Jolee, who was coming in with breakfast of his own, began to smile and nod his head in understanding.

    Undaunted, Evaline began to point about the main cabin with a dismissive frown on her face, stopping at every offending little creature she could see. "I see one over there.

And two, and three, and four.

Crawling out of panels

and popping out of doors.

I can't take this anymore, so..."

    The Mandalorian Ordo stuck his head in from the bike hold, face somewhat streaked with oil where he had scratched his head as he tinkered with his own weapons. He gave an exceedingly questionable face at Evaline, who noticed both droids amble and roll in, probably to investigate the strange disturbance.

"I let HK have his fun:

shoot them with a gun.

Canderous is at them, too;

there is gizka stuck to the

bottom of his shoe, but..."

    Carth's breakfast and Evaline's caf sat forgotten.

    "I've had enough of gizka," declared Evaline,

"I say we hose the lot,

Judging from how many we've got!

We can't give them back, so

can we just ship them to Malak?"

    Silence reigned for a moment as seven pairs of eyes stared blankly at the rapidly-reddening Jedi. Then Carth burst out into applause, and Mission gave a whistle accompanied by “That was really good!”

    Jolee began to laugh, and Juhani smiled, and HK began analyzing the syntax. Tee-Three beeped and Zaalbar growled in amusement and Canderous gave a grunt and retreated back to his repeating rifle. As he left he kicked a small, green, leggy creature that was nibbling his boots.  

    Bastila swept in from the cockpit, raising an eyebrow at the strange scene and the hilarity of her crewmates. “And just what is going on here?” she asked, flabbergasted.

    Sheepishly, Evaline lifted her head and smiled with a slight blush. Then, she opened her mouth and said,