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Post by Taaru Masako on Aug 5, 2009 21:27:29 GMT -5
Taaru strokes his beard (a recent addition), something that took a delicate touch with machinery that could easily crush skulls and most forms of metal.
He is impressed with Aaron's rather quick adaptation to the suit...then again, perhaps it is the ergonomics Taaru had considered and incorporated into its design...
"If you can salute that smartly, my friend, then I suppose it's time we move on to some more difficult things."
Taaru turns to look at Jorunn, whose suit is finishing up the shelling procedure, as she strides with heavy footfalls to stand next to him, expectantly.
For Aaron's sake, he speaks in Basic: "Well, little Grim, why don't you put out your sails and show young Master Starkiller your colors."
Jorunn responds by trying desperately not to roll her eyes. In Thruvaran: <<Your elegance with a blade do not match your elegance with words, milord.>>
But she complies, spreading her, and consequently the suit's, feet slightly farther apart than shoulder width. With a dim hiss and a clack, the reflective visor slides down over her face, as a hum starts to build, emanating from her MACS.
With a sudden gust of wind, which scatters various scraps of paper and dust about her, she is airborne, the repulsors built into the suits feet lifting her a few inches off the hangar's ferrocrete floor. Aaron couldn't see her face, but Taaru knew her well enough that she smirked ever so slightly, before smoothly and gracefully shifting her weight to her right and zooming out the hangar door.
"Well then, I suppose we should follow her," Taaru, leaving his visor open, boots up his own repulsor skates with a few flicks of his eyelids, the holographic HUD responding in kind. Instead of following Jorunn immediately, he waits for Aaron.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Aug 5, 2009 21:37:36 GMT -5
"You gave me that datapad for a reason," Aaron replied. Without a moment's hesitation he input the correct amount of eye flicks. The suit's repulsors kicked in and with a few small movements, exaggerated by the suit's size, he was hovering alongside Taaru.
With a grin and a polite gesture of the suit's hand Aaron allowed Taaru to take the lead.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Aug 5, 2009 21:42:22 GMT -5
Taaru declines his head, accepting the gesture, and leans forward, the repulsor skates taking him smoothly out of the hangar, but not quite as hurried Jorunn.
He is just an observer, and, if need be, ready with a few handy tips.
Calling back to Aaron: "I believe she has it in her mind that you should go out and try to catch her."
Turning to the hangar entrance, he espies Jorunn, standing in midair, a hand on her hip, probably 400 meters off.
"With a prize like her, I expect she wants you to give it your best."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 6, 2009 9:06:10 GMT -5
Despite the resounding chorus of dissapointment radiating from the hanger as everyone realized the spectacle was heading outside, Jet was rather relieved. The hanger was expensive. With a few keystrokes Jet patched herself into The Gates controls - ShadowChaser being the only link capable of full mansion control - and shortly there after retasked a few of the security camera's and activated the seldom used but well maintained holoscreen that was generally concealed in the hanger's ceiling..and as now slowly easing itself out of hiding and into position along the far wall.
It had been used in the past for tactical planning, last minute demonstrations - and rarely but most remembered a few fairly wild late night celebrations. Now it would show whatever happened outside as Aaron attempted to get used to the suit. Cheers were heard and Jet had no doubt they were now laying bets, miscreants after all...would always be miscreants at heart.
From what Ice was relaying to her from the hanger droids - who had somehow been tasked with 'bookie' duty by an enterprising Corellian - the bets favored Jorunn, she was after all the more experienced - a goodly portion however seemed to be rooting for Aaron.
Rolling her eyes slightly Jet patted Ice's dome absently, glancing up as Devlin made his way into the ship - Darren having of course gone off to fool around with his fellows.
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Post by Devlin Archer on Aug 6, 2009 9:24:53 GMT -5
"You realize of course that you are encouraging rather bad behavior"
He stated, taking the co-pilots chair without waiting to be invited and setting his briefcase on the ground before motioning out the ShadowChaser's viewport where the small group was engaged in entertaining themselves.
Watching her for a few moments Devlin frowned - he'd been working with Jet for a long long time and knew her nearly as well as anyone could, as well as she ever let anyone know her and he knew now that she was stressed. It wasn't surprising - considering recent events he reminded himself and sat back in the chair. Truth be told he himself was a little nervous about her leaving - Devlin was not a foolish man and he was well aware that Jet expended a great deal of time and energy into ensuring his safety - Oh he was quite capable of handling himself when it came to your typical everyday person and even your lower ranking force users could be handled with a bit of clever thinking, but he might as well be a fly in a flytrap against the more worrisome of their enemies - and it would not be an easy death for him at their hands, of this he was certain as Devlin knew without a doubt that he would die before divulging a single secret.
Despite this here he was - putting the last arrangements in order and preparing to handle things in her absence, although that's not why he'd come up here to keep her company. Devlin after all had been CorSec - he noticed things.
"So what's with the kid? - was a rather odd look he was giving you a moment ago"
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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 6, 2009 9:35:29 GMT -5
Some of the Thruvarans, having been at work for most of the morning (and some of them having pulled all-nighters) welcome the unexpected entertainment as much as their Corellian counterparts.
Notably are the Scholl twins, wiry redheads seemingly just out of young adulthood, who have already managed to scavenge a flexiboard from somewhere and have drawn up a table of odds for the sudden proliferation of wagers. Having undergone training with Masako themselves, they have some idea of what is about to happen next, and have labeled this table with time brackets.
Miko joins in, introducing himself to some of the Corellians as the hangar's viewscreen disgorges itself from its recess, and tossing in a wager of his own, eliciting cheers. Konrad remains reserved, being the CAC, instead finding a lawn chair and a vantage point to better watch the proceedings.
He is shortly joined by Miko.
<<It seems to me, young Master Reglia, that the Captain's dramatics are entirely unnecessary,>> muses Konrad.
<<Maybe so, Karelia. But realize his intent: Master Starkiller is getting a crash course, and requires proper motivation.>>
Konrad strokes the fringes of his mustache in bemused contemplation and nostalgia: <<I suppose a pretty Thruvaran girl will do just fine.>>
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 6, 2009 9:46:32 GMT -5
Jet smiled slightly and glanced over at the rowdy crowd - which had now been joined by several of the Thruvaran's.
"Tensions were running high - and Taaru has provided a rather conincidental chance at an ice breaker - better they get to know one another in friendly competition then staring each other down over their respective sides of the hanger."
She stated and then glanced at him, Devlin was worried under his cool exterior, something that was unusual, Jet knew of course what it was but as he seemed to be willing to ignore it she would do him the courtesy of the same - and sooth his fears in an offhand way later.
"Aaron?" Only he could be 'the kid' despite the fact he was far from being a kid - Aaron still elicited that sort of statement from people, perhaps she reflected it was his funny little remarks which brought such a response. "He's been a little off lately, I expect he sensed something"
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Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Aug 6, 2009 10:01:33 GMT -5
"You folks just don't know Aaron " Nik stated to a close-by Thruvaran "He's got him chasing after a girl...he'll never quit" This comment was met with several murmurs of agreement and a few bouts of laughter from surrounding Corellians - Aarons skirt chasing ways it seemed were well known.
"She'll probably kick his ass" Came Bella's voice as she regarded the men surrounding her with an arched brow. "I highly doubt he's charmed her with is little looks" she finished to which nods of agreement were given by the rest of the Corellian females who seemed to be rooting for Jorunn based solely on a desire to see her whack Aaron a good one.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Aug 6, 2009 10:36:33 GMT -5
"We may not know Aaron, mein Herr-"
"-but we do know Jorunn, and she will never let him catch her."
The Scholl twins....completing eachother's sentences in accented Basic. The pair had already found a vantage point above the crowd, and were bringing their showmanship to bear in the form of a call-and-response bit.
"She's a regular Atalanta!"
"An apt denomination! She wears the boar's skin like her predecessor."
"Indeed, carry's the name*."
"But is Aaron her Melanion?"
"Or an unsuitable suitor, destined to fall on King Shoineus' swords?"
"Does Aphrodite favor him? What trickery will he employ?"
"Or are the only golden apples he carries the useless one's in his breeches?!"
This illicited much laughter from the attending Thruvarans, well-versed in this particular mythological tale. The Corellians stood a good chance of getting it, too, if they valued a little culture.
((*Jorunn, in old Norse, carries two elements: "Jor-" meaning "wild boar" and -unna, meaning "to love"))
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Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Aug 6, 2009 11:01:17 GMT -5
"Whats the matter Nik? Over your head?" Bella voiced with an amused tone as he and the rest of his Aaron supporters merely rolled thier eyes. "Man dosen't pay attention to anything unless it has wires and gears" she continued as an aside to those around her.
Nik merely waved a hand at her as though brushing the comments off "I'm suprised you even paid attention long enough to get the point of it Bell's" He remarked "No one blew up"
"we can remedy that" Bella remarked with a smile although the fact she was not armed and she made no attempt to be so made it clear the remark was in good nature. "In any case....I'll give an IOU to the first person willing to recount that little tale to Aaron himself" she finished "Extra if you put it to music and make it his theme song"
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Post by Devlin Archer on Aug 6, 2009 11:10:39 GMT -5
'sensed something' - Devlin was often frustrated by his lack of such sense's, although Jet told him such things were both blessing and curse. However he knew Jet better then to ask just what Aaron might of sensed - if she wanted him to know she would have told him after all, nor did he ask her to elaborate on Aarons current 'offness'. Force user business no doubt.
"Alright then, just...you know"
It seemed pointless to tell Jet to keep an eye on him - it was Jet after all.Sighing he picked up his briefcase and made his way towards the ships ramp.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 6, 2009 11:16:12 GMT -5
Jet continued to watch the scene below as Devlin got up to leave, the man was a loyal friend and it was nice that someone still worried over her to some degree - even though in reality it ought to be the other way around.
"Devlin"
She called out to him just as he was about to leave the cockpit, not taking her eyes from the hanger.
"..I'm leaving Sagara with you"
She finished when he stopped and glanced back at her, even without turning around she could sense Devlins smile and nod before his steps continued out of the ship.
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Post by Devlin Archer on Aug 6, 2009 13:41:32 GMT -5
Devin paused for a moment as Jet called out his name - glancing back to see what it was she needed. Her words made him smile and since she didn't turn around he knew it was a conclusion to their conversation.
Sagara then - the only Shaide Jet had managed to find and train since taking over her order. Sagara was good at what she did and Devlin would feel quite safe in her presence. It wasn't surprising to him that Jet had known he was nervous about her absence - nor was it surprising that she had already designated a solution.
Clattering his way out of the ShadowChaser he looked in the direction of the crowd but after a few moments headed off into the mansion itself, straightening his tie as he went.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Aug 6, 2009 16:27:47 GMT -5
Before following, Aaron manipulated the suits appendages as if he were a being in a new body, which wasn't too far from the truth. The shoulders rolled, the elbows bent and the fingers wiggled. He was noticeably less skilled than the Thruvarans, but he was now satisfied so he spun the suit in place on it's repulsors before nodding to himself and accelerating forward and out of the hangar.
The suit came to a stop a dozen meters in front of Joruun and Aaron opened up a comm channel between the two. "So how will you be kicking my ass today beautiful," he asked. The smile on his face could be heard in his voice.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Aug 6, 2009 21:30:20 GMT -5
A shower was in order, and that's the first thing she did. When she stepped out she stood in front of the bathroom mirror-examining her face. Everything seemed to be back in order. The sickness had faded off and she had finally caught up on sleep. She shook out her hair and riffled through her things to pull out a shirt and shorts. Collin rolled around the room looking for her boots, bringing them to her one at a time.
Avery smiled and slipped on her boots, lacing them up as Collin then brought her brown leather jacket and laid it at her feet. She picked it off the floor and threw it on.
"I'll be back in a bit, I'm just going to go check in with the others."
She shook out her semi-wet hair and walked out of the room. Generally she aimlessly walked around til she heard some odd noises. It sounded like a crowd- an excited one at that.
Soon, she had joined the spectators who seemed to be edging towards going out. She stood in the midst of them, watching what seemed to be a fight. More like a training fight if anything- as it seemed no one was being malicious and there were a few pauses.
"Hey...what's goin' on?"
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