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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 7, 2009 0:34:23 GMT -5
He manages to get the tunic off, tossing it aside as he walks towards her, and plants a palm behind her head to steady himself as he leans over her.
"One thing you should know about me is that I'm not a fan of rhetorical questions. You already know the the answer to that one."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 7, 2009 0:41:16 GMT -5
Her jaw slacked a little and she pushed herself into the wall a bit as he got only a few inches from her. She kept her eyes on his, although they were partially closed, hooded a bit.
"Are you going to kiss me or what?"
She smiled only a little, tugging at the corners of her lips tauntingly.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Oct 7, 2009 0:43:30 GMT -5
He leans in to do just that, planting his other palm on the wall.
He rises again, the only thing in her field of vision.
"Bed?"
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Oct 7, 2009 0:48:19 GMT -5
She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, her fingers combing through his hair a bit.
As he pulled away, she could feel her breath catching in her throat.
A million jumbled questions ran through her brain, but she couldn't hold onto any of them long enough to let them develop.
"Yeah."
She pushed him back til he fell into bed, following close behind.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Oct 7, 2009 7:06:45 GMT -5
Distracted from tormenting Taaru any further by the arrival of Corr, Jet lets her gaze travel over the scientist as she introduces herself, inspecting her not only with sight but through the force as well and although she keeps a pleasant expression on her face as she responds, Jet laments the lack of fear people seem to have in approaching her lately - it tended to filter out the majority of the need for chit chatting with strangers. Jet even in the best of tempers and situations was hardly what one could call a people person.
Corr however seemed insistent because after introducing herself to her comrades she offered her hand, something which in days gone past probably would have resulted in said hand falling detached to the floor - alas the long suffering mantle of leadership and the social games she was now forced to play,if there was anything Jet abhorred more then speaking pleasantly with strangers it was touching them, touch was reserved for those she cared for and those she wished to inflict violence upon - although some exceptions were made based on who introduced them - she lifts her hand as though to accept the offered shake,...and mentally prods a nearby orderly to rush forward with a problem that simply must be seen to straight away.
"Madame Diktat!" the Orderly called out "I'm so very sorry for the intrusion but we have a message for you from Corellia" thrusting a datacard towards her Jet manages to look slightly startled and apologetic at the same time, diverting her hand to take the card instead before turning her attention back to Corr with a wry smile and slightly rolled eyes.
"Ah...the troubles of leadership" she spoke as an apology "It was a pleasure to meet you Jox Corr - we always need good scientists on these trips and I do hope you'll enjoy your stay on Faustus, I'm sorry to cut our visit short but if you'll excuse my companions and I so that we might deal with..well whatever this it" She waves the datacard slightly and casts an irritated gaze at the orderly who has stepped back a ways and looks to be awaiting a response.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Oct 7, 2009 16:43:17 GMT -5
Aaron smirked at the scientist as she introduced herself, all the while looking her up and down. Breathing in through his teeth Aaron gave Jox a disappointed look. "As much as I'd love to get to know you better Miss Corr," he winked. "Don't you have some tinkering in a lab to do aboard the ship?"
Having said what he wanted, Aaron turned away from the the scientist and stood closer to Jet again. "Ain't she a bold one," he whispered to Jet, loud enough so only those in the immediate vicinity could hear.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Oct 7, 2009 19:26:53 GMT -5
With Jet having politely extricated herself from the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Jox Corr, and with Aaron having plainly told Corr off in what passed as irregularly polite for Aaron, Corr was left with only Taaru standing in front of her, looking rather grim and imposing.
Taaru, arms crossed in front of his chest, looks down at Corr's hand, and back up at Corr.
He indicates himself with a thumb jabbed at his chest.
"Major Taaru Masako."
He uses the same hand to indicate Corr's SB-20.
"That your droid?"
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Post by Buula Rath on Oct 8, 2009 1:49:16 GMT -5
Buula pulled her hand back toward her as the Diktat was pulled away on business. Her reaction seemed odd, almost disappointment. The gentlemen beside her however was quite clear in his disdain. Not the reaction that Buula had been trying to garner in either.
The second man, however, the one in uniform, stayed while the other rushed off with the orderly. She looked into his face and barely restrained the urge to reassure herself with a weapon in her hand. She forced a smile as he introduced himself and then look as he gestured at the droid.
"Nice to meet you, Major... Mass-Ahko, you said? Yes, its a heavily modified astromech, that I acquired on Lorrd. It's my research assistant and... secretary, if you will." She responded in as light a tone as she could given the rather distinct physical advantage that he possesed over her combined with his rather gruff personality. The acquisition of the droid was entirely arbitrary and made up on the spot, but she was skilled at lieing quickly, easily, and well. What worried her was her fear that he would ask to examine the droid before allwoing it onboard. She sincerly hoped that the customs scanning would be enough.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Oct 8, 2009 9:11:09 GMT -5
Walking off from Corr, Jet prompted the Orderly whose mind she still held mentally to follow, as Aaron joined her she sighed slightly. "Indeed..and my tolerance level for social graces has already been surpassed by this event" she responded to Aaron in an equally quiet voice "I swear...just a few more introductions and handshakes and this will be a mass murder instead of a formal event" She continued, walking through the crowd with clearly purposeful strides. Thankfully those still filling from the room seemed to get the point and quickly cleared a path.
Reaching the door she cast a look behind her to see Taaru still talking with the scientist, who looked a little intimidated by him. "What the blazes is he doing now?" she muttered, but with a slight shrug stepped through the door to linger on the other side, where at long last she could release the Orderly who gave a slight jerk as though being startled awake and looked about with a bit of confusion.
"You should be more careful she told the Orderly, you just cracked your head on the door, here I picked up your datacard for you" Tossing him the datacard she'd used as an excuse to leave the Orderly caught it and raised a hand to rub his head a little.
"Yes..yes I should" he said after blinking for a few moments "Thank you, Madame Diktat" He bowed slightly and she nodded in response before he hurried off. Rolling her eyes slightly Jet gave Aaron an exasperated look "really..so much trouble just to avoid talking to someone"
She'd wait and walk down to Faustus with Taaru, she did actually have a something to tell him. He'd probably find it amusing...Jet found it annoying.
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Oct 8, 2009 13:00:09 GMT -5
Following Jet and Aaron away from the scientist Erika kept her hand on Rothk's shoulder as they wove their way through the crowd. The last thing she needed was to lose sight of him as they were about to board the ship. She laughed slightly at Jet's ways to avoid meeting with someone new, typical Jet would rather take the hard way out of it than shake someones hand. Once again Erika was thankful that her role of leader of her clan didn't involve as much as Jet's role of Diktat did. And although she was enjoying her time away from Dathomir she couldn't help but feel a small amount of homesickness. Pushing that feeling away she told herself she would be back with her clan soon enough and hurried to catch up with the others.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Oct 8, 2009 15:51:53 GMT -5
"Mah-sah-koh" he corrects, absent-mindedly, no stranger to Corellian or even Coruscanti dialects and the way they seem to butcher anything with hard consonants and long vowels.
He brushed any attempt at apology aside, however. It no longer bothered him enough, and he figured Jox's youthful enthusiasm born out of inexperience would get the better of her, and they would be stuck in a cycle awkward apologetics that good holo-comedies were made of.
"While regulations allow for personal droids, Ms. ...Corr, was it?... the security and maintenance AI aboard the Faustus may ask you to update some of its firmware. The drones aboard ship sometimes don't get along with other droids. Wouldn't want your secretary to get in a fight with a swarm of Diagnostic Repair Drones."
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Post by Buula Rath on Oct 8, 2009 20:19:56 GMT -5
Buula tried her hardest to look clueless, which she thought she did better with blond hair, but "You work with what you have,"[/i] she thought. "I'm sorry, firmware? Someone would have to explain that, to me. That's the other reason I have it, I'm horrible with computers, you see."
As much as the man initimidated her she felt a rush being around him. She was fairly certain it was the adreniline pumping through her human veins and that it all stemmed from her adopted biology. She was sure that he cold almost certainly, throw her against a wall and hold her there, with one hand she was sure, before could react. And that fact kept her there when it should have made her run as far away as possible.
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Post by Taaru Masako on Oct 9, 2009 1:14:25 GMT -5
That takes his breath a way...just a little, and he can do nothing but look at Jox with the consistent gaze of a Dire-cat deciding whether the brain-damaged humbaba that had just stumbled into it's lair was either an act of divine providence or sheer, blistering idiocy.
"Not good with-?!" he says almost in outrage, before mastering himself, and pressing on with exact queries.
"Ms. Corr, if the most common and simplest form of personal utility eludes your otherwise educated mind, pray tell: What is your specialty? And if you say education psychology, I'm sorry to tell you that that's been sans la mode for about 200 years, ever since people figured out it was a sophisticated joke."
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Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Oct 9, 2009 13:13:59 GMT -5
As the Ceremonies drew to a close Darren and the rest of his team joined the mass exodus heading towards Faustus, working in tandem with Ras Darren was able to ensure no one got sidetracked along the way.
"Nik.." Darren warned as the wiry man slowed slightly and looked at though he was pondering a conversation with a group of approaching station engineers. "you'll have plenty of time to pick some brains on board the ship" he reminded him.
"I suppose" Nik responded rubbing the back of his neck and trudging on with the others "but how often do you get to speak with someone who's helped build the latest and greatest in the Corellian Navy?"
"Why you thinking of a career change sometime in the future?" Khai chimed in turning around to walk backwards as she asked.
"Leave the team?" Nik answered looking somewhat shocked at the idea "Hells no...I just thought it would be interesting is all" he assured Khai who seemed to take the assurance to heart and spun around to continue walking properly. Ras who was in the process of separating Bells and Vidown who had apparently gotten into an argument about something or another glanced back and winked at Nik.
Nik obviously confused glanced at Darren questioningly, shaking his head slightly Darren just chuckled "Later Nik...Later"
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Oct 10, 2009 21:56:34 GMT -5
Aaron couldn't keep the smile off his face as he watched Jet handle the orderly. He chuckled once the man had walked away and looked at Jet, thoroughly entertained. "So you'll date me, for the night," he remarked. "But you can't talk to an overachieving little girl?" Leaning against the wall Aaron looked up at the ceiling, a thoughtful look taking over his face. "I don't think I will ever understand how your mind works. It's so hot."
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