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Post by Darren Archer on Sept 17, 2009 11:21:18 GMT -5
Darren eyed his company with a speculative look, he had after a small bit of persuading and threatening managed to wrangle them all into their dress uniforms. Now lined up alongside the ShadowChaser in ranks he conducted a final inspection before Jet arrived to further nit pick their appearance.
"Novastar..did you even bother to run a comb though your hair?" He barked with a withering look - the use of Nik's last name and the lack of Darren's typical good humor making it clear to the rest of the Corellians that the time for fooling around had passed "Go and fix it! Quickly!" He ordered, pointing towards the fresher located on the opposite side of the hanger.
Continuing to pace along the line, followed by Ras Vanis,his second, the two continued to prod, bully or otherwise whip the Corellians into something presentable and spotless. Despite their loose and seemingly informal nature during the preparations Darren was intent to prove the teams worth when it counted, and while the ship launching ceremony would hardly prove this - it was none the less important to present a disciplined front. Besides - Jet would probably space them if they embarrassed her now, given that she'd gone out on the limb in not only forming this team in the first place...but in choosing them to accompany her on The Faustus. It was a mark of trust and Darren was keen to prove her choice right.
When Nik returned to the line and Ras had inspected him critically, Darren finally nodded his satisfaction.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 17, 2009 11:35:04 GMT -5
"You sure this looks alright?"
Avery had her head tilted, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't remember ever looking this nice, or anything even close- save for that skimpy purple dress (but that was a whole different kind of "nice"). She turned around and looked over her shoulder just to be sure.
"Ok...guess this is as good as it's going to get."
She stepped out and through the halls, eventually entering in with the crowd of people anxiously hanging around the hanger in their suits and dresses and fancy things. She didn't feel so out of place seeing as everyone else had dressed to the nines. Her hands ran over her stomach as if dusting off the light champagne colored fabric- which didn't need it obviously. The color made her skin glow and her blue eyes sparkle lightly and stand out even more. She tried to go for a more subtle color, but you know robots...
Avery rubbed her arms a bit if she stepped through a bit of cold air- the backless portion of the dress not aiding so well with warmth. With every step it felt as though the bottom of the dress swirled around her legs like a thunderous cloud. She reached up to push a stray curl away from her face- the whole lot had been piled into a curly bun. She didn't want to be caught looking nervous and she found if her hair was down, she'd be playing with it so often she'd look like a nervous wreck.
She glanced about for a familiar face but found nothing save for people she saw once or twice.
Her fingers clasped together in front of her and those eyes flitted around the room.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 17, 2009 12:34:50 GMT -5
Avery's bare shoulders and back quickly become a lot less bare and a bit more burdensome, as a leather overcoat is laid around them. Upon closer examination, she will notice this is no ordinary overcoat, but part of a uniform, bearing shoulder rank epaulets, collar pips and a silver pin depicting an Art Deco eagle, perched on a wreath of thorns with a black thistle in the middle, on the right chest.
It's owner, standing behind her, leans over her shoulder, looking out at the group of Corellians in review.
"Such a shabby bunch. Corellians really don't know how to tailor sharp uniforms," says Miko Reglia, in his well-honed Coruscanti accent.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 17, 2009 13:12:17 GMT -5
"I heard that Miko" Jet remarked casting an amused look over her shoulder as she entered the hanger and swept past the pair of them on her way to the waiting Corellians, still carrying the garment bag and heels she had brought from her room. Clearly she intended to change either on the way - or at the station itself.
She hadn't gotten more then a few paces into the hanger when Darren had taken note of her and by the looks of it was snapping a few last minute warnings to his crew, who obediently stood at attention as she drew close enough to cast a critical eye over them. As she had expected Darren had nit picked them into oblivion and she would be hard pressed to find fault - which she surmised by the look on his face had been his intention.
"Is that a wrinkle?" She asked off handedly looking at Bells before boarding the ShadowChaser to stow her gear and hide the satisfied smile on her face.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Sept 17, 2009 13:13:57 GMT -5
Aaron nodded and stood himself. "In that case...this is gonna take a lot of work." With that, he smiled, waved and was gone.
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Sept 17, 2009 13:26:08 GMT -5
Erika watched from the landing ramp of the Punda Milia as others began to file into the hangar,most of them dressed in the uniforms and dresswear that they would be wearing to a ships ceremony. She looked down at her civilians clothes, she had intended to change once they arrived at the ship but now that so many of them were already dressed up she decided to get dressed now.
Grabbing the bag that contained her dress she went into the ship, locking herself in her private quarters to get changed. She pulled the dress out of the bag and smoothed out any wrinkles it had. Pulling it on she looked in the mirror making sure it looked alright. The floor length violet dress fit perfectly although it had been some time since she last wore it. The sleeves on it were made of a seethrough material int he same colour as the rest of the dress. It dipped down in the front, but not too much to make it inappropriate for this occasion.
Next she worked on her hair. Not wanting to do too much with it she tied it back in several braids which was the traditional hair worn during the annual meetings of the clan mothers, it was fancy enough to go with the formal feel of the event. Satisfied that she looked good she grabbed her bag and made her way back out of the ship. Looking out on the crowd in the she smiled slightly, it was a rare occasion indeed to see people dressed to the nines in the DJO mansion.
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Post by Darren Archer on Sept 17, 2009 13:52:15 GMT -5
Darren sighed - but he had expected her to find at least one fault, they always did, he glared at Bella until she fixed the wrinkle and then nodded slightly allowing them to move off and wait comfortably until it was time to board the ships.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 17, 2009 14:10:44 GMT -5
Reappearing after placing her garment bag in the front of the ship Jet leaned against The Chasers ramp struts and waited.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 17, 2009 14:17:02 GMT -5
The cool leather instantly heated up, and she indeed look at the jacket when she jumped, a little suprised. When she turned, looking over her shoulder she was greeted with a head perching near her own.
She smiled, breathing a quick exhale as she turned to look back on the bunch.
She smirked a little, tilting her head.
"I don't know, I thought they looked quite..."
She paused for a second, watching Darren get onto Bella.
"...smart?"
She shrugged a little and moved away enough to turn and look at Miko.
"Now this on the other hand-"
She gestured to his uniform.
"-very nice. I suppose your people are just good at everything? Tailoring included?"
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 17, 2009 14:23:28 GMT -5
Miko, who was dressed in the black, baggy pants, formal tunic and beret of a Thruvaran Reiter, with rank insignia to denote a Stabshauptmann, or Staff Captain, saluted Jet as she entered.
"What Corellians lack in taste, ma'am, they make up in cunning, I am sure."
He relaxed again as she passed, looking to Avery: "Very proud Thruvarans would say as much, yes. The more practical of us, however, realize there is always something new to learn. But we DO always look good doing it.
He glances at the hangar's entrance, in response to the rest of the Thruvarans arriving, each dressed similarly as he, but with different rank insignia. They entered in two orderly lines, and formed up into rank and file in front of the Rhapsody, with MSgt. Victor Laszlo shouting orders at them and bringing them to attention.
Miko looked back at Avery again: "Hang on to the coat, I'll be right back. Just have to attend to the theatrics."
Miko strode off to review the squadron before....
(( For reference, I've included an image:
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Post by Taaru Masako on Sept 17, 2009 14:28:36 GMT -5
... Major Taaru Masako, dressed in the same black uniform as his subordinates but wearing the appropriate rank insignia and a black leather trenchcoat reserved for commanding officers enters the hangar, walking briskly but not in a hurry. For an officer, it is important never to be rushed, or to seem it.
He stops, however, to greet Avery, also an expected mannerism of a cultivated officer: "Ms. Heartshorn, I must say, you are going to steal the show from the ship."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 17, 2009 14:38:42 GMT -5
Jet standing watching events from her post by the Chaser is able to give Taaru an appreciative once over as he enters - seeing Taaru in Thruvaran dress uniform was new and she had to admit..he pulled it off.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 17, 2009 14:38:52 GMT -5
She watched Miko take off and she pulled the coat around her a bit tighter just as Taaru closed in.
She smiled broadly and in a weird way felt strangely proud to have impressed him. She missed that feeling.
"Thank you, that's very sweet."
And thinking it appropriate-
"You look good as well. The uniform suits you."
And it did, it was distinct mix of overwhelmingly powerful and strong- which is exactly what the man inside the uniform was.
"However the show will be something in and of itself... I'm looking forward to it."
She glanced over his shoulder to his team.
"You should probably get over there. I don't want to hold you up."
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Sept 17, 2009 14:44:10 GMT -5
Aaron walked into the hangar dressed in something nice as Jet had requested. He stood in sharp black suit and tie, complete with a navy blue shirt. He was clean shaven and had his hair styled into a more proper look for such an occasion.
"You look great," came Sarena's reply as she noticed Aaron sigh at his predicament. She stood wearing a simple, mid-length, navy blue evening gown. She smiled down at Adrien when her son looked up at her questioningly. "And you look even more handsome sweetheart," she assured the boy, who was dressed identically to Aaron, as she looped her arm through her date's arm.
After a moment Aaron spotted Jet and made his way over to her, Sarena walking beside him as Adrien led the way. He glared at the Corellian Dictat once the trio had arrived. "Since when was I the more presentable," he asked gruffly.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 17, 2009 14:48:08 GMT -5
Jet glanced over Aarons attire and judged it appropriate with a slight smile, nodding a greeting to Serena. "Just be glad I didn't make you wear a dress uniform" She stated in response to his glare. "I'm not flying The Chaser in an formal dress...that would just be asking for it to get ruined. I'll change at the station - or let Ice take over on the trip and change on the way"
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