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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 6, 2009 22:33:06 GMT -5
"That's Stabshauptmann to you, Fräulein."
He proceeds to part the crowd with his bluster alone, and lead the lady back to the Faustus.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 6, 2009 22:35:37 GMT -5
"Stab....shaupt...mann..."
She furrowed her brows.
"That's stupid, I'm calling you Captain."
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 6, 2009 22:37:44 GMT -5
"Your tongue isn't very talented, we'll have to work on that."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 6, 2009 22:44:28 GMT -5
"Whatever, just because your language is hard..."
She squeezed his arm as they exited out into the turbolift. She waited for a brief moment as the door slid closed. Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she briefly pondered.
"So, you like that I'm a loose canon right?"
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 6, 2009 22:51:02 GMT -5
He shrugs: "I like 'em a little loose in the holster, yeah."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 6, 2009 23:01:09 GMT -5
"Good."
She nodded, pausing for a moment. In a smooth movement she spun her body towards his, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss.
She placed her other hand on his shoulder, grasping onto the material of his uniform, holding him in place for a few minutes before eventually, she spun them both away from each other. In the blink of an eye, they were in their original positions.
She brushed a stray curl away from her face.
"Been waiting to do that since you suggested doing it in a closet."
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Buula Rath
New Member
GAIS Field Agent AKA Jox Corr
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Post by Buula Rath on Oct 6, 2009 23:08:16 GMT -5
Buula smiled as the ceremony came to a close. She had to give the Corellians one thing, they could really put on a show. She walked forward toward the gathering of what looked like the crew of the ship with her droid following her.
She wanted to introduce herself to the commanders and make a good impression before everyone else on the ship tried the same thing. As she came forward she saw a sea of people in two different style uniforms. One she recogniozed as the Corellain Navy the other she had to assume, based on their refrence durring the Diktat's speach, were the Thruvarans. One in particular she passed was speaking with what, in Buula's first glance, appeared to be a mere civilian. Passing them she moved forward toward the Diktat and what appeared to be another Thruvaran as well the gentleman she had seen escorting the Diktat earlier.
She waved a hand at the SB-20 droid, which she still had not found a name that sat well with her for, so that it would stop and not follow her up to the others. She took the last few steps toward them and then asked, "Madame Diktat," she turned to the genltemen, "Sirs, my name is Jox Corr. I'm a member of the science team on this mission. I wanted to thank you and your staff for taking me onboard the Fastus." As she introduced herself she put out her right hand to shake the Diktat's.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 6, 2009 23:21:57 GMT -5
Miko, instead of acting surprised or resisting, falls into Avery's "trap" as if he'd been expecting it.
"And I've been waiting for you to do that since I suggested it."
He runs his fingers through his hair, a little impressed with himself.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 6, 2009 23:24:04 GMT -5
"You don't uh..."
She coughed a little.
"You can't read minds...with...the force or whatever right?"
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 6, 2009 23:52:39 GMT -5
He grins.
"Maybe I can, maybe I can't. Rest assured, however, that I like to do things the old fashioned way."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 6, 2009 23:59:09 GMT -5
"It's probably a good thing you aren't reading my mind then... It'll make a grown man blush."
She bit her lip.
"I'm sure you have a pretty good idea though..."
She reached down, lacing her fingers with his.
"We should probably hurry up and get back to your room... otherwise I'm going to end up doing very very very interesting things to you in this turbolift."
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 7, 2009 0:07:47 GMT -5
As if on cue, the turbolift chimes, and Miko leads her out before she can make good on her threats.
Eventually, with some patience and a firm hand, he manages to dissuade Avery from action long enough to get to his private quarters in the bow of the ship.
Opening the door with a thumbprint reader, he steps in for the first time, and isn't too disappointed by the the furnishings. While modest, the room has plenty of space, and a bed that is definitely larger than a single.
He also notices his bags have been delivered to his cabin, probably by one of the maintenance drones.
"Well, not too shabby, eh?"
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 7, 2009 0:12:09 GMT -5
She pouted, a little disappointed, but she followed him to his room and inside.
"It's not bad at all... I thought you'd have to share a room with 12 other guys. Being a Stabshauptmann must have some perks, huh?"
She looked down for a minute, realizing she was still in the dress.
"Maybe I should ditch you after all."
She pointed downward.
"I would kill for a pair of my pants."
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 7, 2009 0:18:45 GMT -5
Miko strides into the quarters, taking ownership immediately, tosses his beret onto a chair close to the bed, and begins to unbutton the top tunic of his uniform.
"Pants? Why do you need pants? You're not going to need the dress here in a little bit."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 7, 2009 0:24:18 GMT -5
She reached up to take the clips out of her hair, letting it all tumble out.
"Says who? You?"
She leaned against one of the walls, her arms behind her and her palms pressed flat against the flat surface. Her eyes followed his hands and her cheeks tinted to a darker pink hue.
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