|
|
Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 9, 2010 13:14:43 GMT -5
"Which had better be soon, because these chairs are starting to get uncomfortable," she says, standing and rubbing her lower back while working a stretch into it.
Even in dire circumstances, a little absurdity and mock indignation never hurt anyone....
"Have you had dinner yet?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 9, 2010 13:28:51 GMT -5
Jet glances at the chairs "They've long passed uncomfortable, I'm contemplating burning them on the hanger deck later on. It'll be fun - like a bonfire but with more loathing and less food" She remarked with a disdainful look at them. Of course they weren't exactly made to be lived in for five days straight either.
Returning her attention to Jorunn, Jet shook her head slightly "Not yet..I don't think either of us have been keeping a decent meal schedule lately have we?" she remarked glancing at the time and seemingly surprised at the result.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 9, 2010 13:41:19 GMT -5
Jet's characteristic hyperbole elicits a laugh from the seemingly younger woman, but it's the sort of cynical laugh of someone older.
"I think it's time we did, then.......keep a decent meal schedule, I mean. Let me have a word with the physician-on-duty and we'll see what the mess deck has to offer."
Before she speaks with the POD, however, she steps up to the edge of her father's bed and kisses his forehead, remarking somewhat wistfully: "I'm sure he gave as much of his attention to the kitchens as he did to the weapons systems on this ship of his."
|
|
|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 10, 2010 7:02:07 GMT -5
While Jorunn said her farewells Jet glanced outside for the doctor currently on duty, not seeing the tell tale uniform anywhere in sight she tags a passing nurse instead who promises to find said doctor and send him their way. Catching Jorunns last remarks as she pulls back into the room Jet chuckled slightly "Maybe even more so" She remarked. "
Casting a glance at Taaru, he seemed to be resting fairly easily at the moment, and she was sure they would be alerted to any change while they were away. She was pretty sure that request had been impressed on the Medical staff seriously enough that it would be near second nature to do so.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 10, 2010 9:20:46 GMT -5
Jorunn nods wordlessly, looking at Jet and forcing a smile.
<<Also los.>>
She leaves the med wing via the primary exit and begins making her way towards the spinal corridor of the ship. As its name suggests, it runs the entire length of the main hull, interrupted only by the vast expanse of the central hangar. From it, all other paths branch out. The corridor itself is large for its size....large enough to permit cargo containers and hauling vehicles. The corridor is split into several different walkways and paths......the most space is dedicated to the aforementioned shipping traffic, but there are plenty of footpaths for pedestrians.
Furthermore, a mag lev chute runs the entire length of the spinal corridor, for quick and easy commute along the 1,750 meter length of the ship. This is Jorunn's intended destination, as the med wing lies far aft, in the more heavily protected part of the ship, while the mess deck (ostensibly deserted during combat) is far afore. Like most Corellian design, non-essential sections (aside from forward facing MACs) are placed where the most likely damage will occur.
On the way to the nearest mag lev terminal, they pass dozens of crew members going about their business. Unlike old Imperial ships (generally a standard in modern design), Prowlers sacrifice most of the opulent hallways, waxed floors, and bright lighting for space, power and efficiency. Some sections of the ship are relatively dim, and piping is clearly evident everywhere. Smaller hallways are narrow, enough to permit one person, or two people squeezing past each other side-by-side....something which Jet and Jorunn are forced to do every now and again.
As they leave the med center, Jorunn attempts to stimulate conversation.
"So tell me....how did you first meet my father?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 10, 2010 9:40:57 GMT -5
Most of the time Jet was perfectly comfortable in the Faustus..but there were times, such as when they found themselves fighting for walking space with other traffic, when Jet found herself longing for the relatively empty expanse of the Mansion. Thankfully most of the passing people were hurrying about on their own errands and had no interest in hindering their forward progress any more then was absolutely necessary which made them brief irritations rather then major annoyances.
She couldn't even really fault them for not getting out of her way to begin with - honestly there wasn't any way for them to do so in the more narrow passages and in the wider ones the problem was resolved on it's own. Ship life at its greatest.
Jorunn's question was a simple enough one to answer and after sidestepping a wayward droid answered her readily enough. "Ah that was a long time ago - I was still a student then, training with Grifter. I was assigned an imperial target to deal with and lo and behold I found your father after the same person - it seemed mutually beneficial that we work together rather then spend our time bungling each others plans."
|
|
|
|
Post by Erika Freeborn on Jun 10, 2010 9:44:34 GMT -5
Having spent the last few hours in her room reading datapads and relaxing Erika decided to go see what Darren and his crew were up to. She didn't really even need to reach out with the Force to know they were probably drinking, gambling or doing a little bit of both. They were Corellians after all. Or at least that's what she could safely assume they were doing if Miko didn't have them working. Well, might as well go see anyways she thought as she left her room and headed down the corridor.
Of course she didn't get far before she felt a very familiar presence in the Force, though it was not where it had been for so many days. This got Erika's curiosity going. Jet had left the meds labs finally...after what was it five days. While she wondered if that meant that Taaru was doing better Erika didn't believe that was it. For even though she didn't know Taaru all that well Erika knew Jet would have contacted her anyways if his condition had changed. With a shrug she picked up her pace slightly so as to catch up with her. Stretching out with the Force a bit more she picked up that Jet was with Jorunn and they were headed to the mess hall. Seemed like a good place to meet up with them. So turning down a corridor that would take her there Erika walked at a brisk pace.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 12, 2010 18:02:50 GMT -5
"Love at first sight, I'm sure," is Jorunn's reply, followed by a burst of laughter.
"The way you tell it, it sounds like a bedtime story."
They reach the spinal corridor, the ambient noise mounting as they do. Comparatively, it is only slightly less noisy than the reactor room.
Elevating her voice to cope with the noise, and striding through a squadron of repair drones scuttling by.
"So that's how you met....but it doesn't explain why he's so....involved with Corellia now. I've known him to drop an interest almost before he took interest IN it."
The mag lev station is found. Lucky for them, a train pulls up just as they arrive, and they board it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 13, 2010 14:19:33 GMT -5
"We worked well together - and given our temperaments that alone was reason enough to keep in touch I suppose" She told Jorunn - it was not everyday that Jet had found someone she could abide spending more then a few hours with at a time.
Boarding the train Jet ponders Jorunns remarks for a few seconds before answering. "I've seen him lose interest in things as well - and I can't really say why or how I've managed to keep Corellia in his focus." Jet answered with a slight shrug "Other then I pretty much give him free reign and the ability to pursue and build whatever strikes his fancy when time permits, but he came to Corellia not long after the invasion when Corellia was at its worst in everything but morale, most of the DJO were killed...or left unable to continue after the turmoil and while the public was bolstered by our success in driving the Vong off planet..there was allot of rebuilding to do. Perhaps he wished to be a part of that rebuilding for some personal reason or maybe he wished to help out a friend he knew hated the role she suddenly found herself drowning in, perhaps it was a good chance to start fresh or maybe it is some other reason. It is hard to say and I've never really asked him"
|
|
|
|
Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 14, 2010 21:09:44 GMT -5
"Hmm...." she mulls this answer over, and after some thought, replies, "Maybe you should ask him...when he wakes up."
Despite the conversational intent of this answer, her voice betrays more concern than joviality and good companionship.
Certainly, to her, the answer was that Taaru had found a fresh start with Corellia...a place where he could abandon his years in the Outer Rim and actually do some good for once. Maybe it was his way of paying debts that only he knew about. Even she didn't know....she'd only been a girl then, training at the Academy aboard the flagship of the Migrant Fleet with all the other eligible youths her age. She'd barely had much contact with her father then. She only knew he was out there, somewhere, providing for her, when all she really wanted was for him to be there. And when he was, he always seemed so distant....
She reminds herself what sort of company she is, and dismisses these thoughts.....she is not ready to tell Jet about this...verbally or otherwise...
They finally reach the mess deck.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 15, 2010 14:26:51 GMT -5
"Maybe I will" Jet agreed as they entered the mess hall "Someday" She amended after a few moments of thought as her eyes roved the mess hall, silently considering those within, since they were later then the typical dinner rush and somewhat in between shift changes for the majority of the ship it was pretty empty, just a few scattered groups passing time by the looks of it.
The tone of concern in Jorunn's voice had not been lost Jet's study of the hall however and after taking stock of the place she glanced at her "He'll wake soon" She stated with surety - and she was sure he would wake, though 'soon' was subjective and could mean almost anything. "Erika is heading this way - I suggest we get our food before she gets here, I'm sure she's wondering how things are going" She told Jorunn as the made their way through the hall.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jorunn Grimsdottir on Jun 21, 2010 8:42:25 GMT -5
Jorunn, glad for the opportunity to occupy her mind with something menial, agrees with Jet, and busies herself fetching a tray, utensils and the like, before getting in the buffet line.
Unlike many other navies in the galaxy, the Corellian Navy insisted on keeping the sentient element in certain professions and positions. Concordant to this, ships had kitchens and kitchens were administrated by flesh-and-blood staff, as opposed to cost-saving automation. Socio-psychological studies had vindicated this choice, as the quality of living aboard Corellian ships consistently beat out the competition.
|
|
|
|
Post by Taaru Masako on Jun 21, 2010 9:01:28 GMT -5
Elsewhere…
((Set to "The Ecstasy of Gold" by Ennio Morricone, 'The Good, The Bad & The Ugly' Soundtrack))
This body is his, but not his. He wills a fist, and the muscle under midnight skin conforms, balling his fingers. He feels the bite of talons against the palms of his hand. He can feel the sinew tighten around the bone, as always, but something essential separates him from this perception. There is no understanding or questioning. It is…he is…
This thing….it is as much part of him as he is part of it. The mirror image in the water of the black lake, lit by the fires on the shore, recognizes him, and vice versa. Its hollow, white eyes are his. Its torn, featureless face is his as well.
Its wings, the dark water rolling off them like elemental mercury…….he wills them to rise, and exults at the feeling of them stretching….too long have they been bound. He beats them (or do they beat themselves?). Water showers in droplets around him and the reflection is obscured by the ripples.
They beat again, and continue. He feels himself rise out of the pool. The water recedes below him. He sees the fires burn in every direction, obsidian crags jutting out here and there like bones in a wasteland.
We are going somewhere…
|
|
|
|
Post by Jet Almeara on Jun 21, 2010 11:19:20 GMT -5
It was nice to be served real food even when aboard a ship - it was much better then the button pushing globs of tasteless food many other vessels served, there was a bit more care in the preparation and with food...care mattered. In any case her tray was quickly filled with a goodly selection and she found herself pitifully recalling the nice Corellian ale she had stashed away back on Shadowchaser. It would have complimented the meal nicely...instead she merely sighed and picked up some sort of fruit drink.
Finished with making her way along the buffet line she takes another look at the available tables, and swiftly choosing one with a wall behind, a good view of the doors and kitchen entrances and a good sized shadow along one side. Such things weren't necessary of course but the choice was more habitual then conscious and she used a utensil to pick about in her food as she waited for Jorunn and probably Erika to join her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Erika Freeborn on Jun 21, 2010 11:29:25 GMT -5
The journey from her room to the mess hall was quite uneventful. Not that Erika was expecting anything substantial to happen during those minutes but one could never know about the things that could suddenly happen, especially when traveling through space. The Force sometimes warned of things to come, and other times it left you in the dark so to speak. Entering the mess hall Erika let her eyes sweep over the room. Jet was sitting in a shadowed corner table that overlooked the rest of the room. A slight smile crossed her lips, that was typical Jet.
Making her way over to the table she took a seat across from Jet. Reaching across she grabbed a small sample of some interesting looking food off of Jet's plate and before her aunt could protest to it, placed it in her mouth. It was savory, a nice hint of spices to it and had a pleasant texture to it. "That's good, you should try it." She said with a smile, before glancing about the room once more. "Glad to see your out for a while, was beginning to think you would never leave that room."
|
|
