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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 12:12:48 GMT -5
She laughed at Miko and Taaru's exchange but it turned into a suprised smile as Miko dragged her off. She waved quickly as they took off.
"See you later Taaru!"
She had tossed her stuff, which would be taken care of later and then focused on her date.
"So do you have to give a speech?"
She adjusted one of the straps on her dress, pushing it up onto her exposed shoulder.
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Post by The Corellian Navy on Sept 23, 2009 13:24:00 GMT -5
"Junior ambasssssador," the Barabel corrects Buula, sissing at her queue mate's sudden formality,"my ssssenior isss already at Coruscant."
Changing the subject,"I judge by your ansswer that you are a sssitizen, correct? What has kept you from home sssooo long?"
The two of them, meanwhile, are about halfway to the processing area. Despite the long line, the security officials work efficiently and diligently.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 23, 2009 13:45:59 GMT -5
"Me? Speeches? I don't think I'm important enough for this occasion. Besides, Taaru gives better speeches than I do. Of course, that's not to say that I don't have a talented tongue," he looked at her significantly, his grin booming.
Miko, who was following the rest of the Thruvarans with Avery, soon found himself in the crew compartment reserved for marines attached to a Prowler.
Once there, the group drops their equipment and luggage in a staging area, where it will be looked after until they return and have a chance to sort themselves into their billets.
Miko looks to Avery: "I don't know where they are putting you on the ship, but you're free to leave your bag here until we're underway."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 13:57:27 GMT -5
Avery's brows could not have shot up any higher. She quickly looked around to see if anyone else had heard that little comment.
She (again) ditched her bag and laced her fingers with Miko's, walking in the midst of the Thruvarans.
"So these bunks you mentioned earlier... is it still a common thing to put an article of clothing out for privacy? I understand it's supposed to be a tie, but what does one put out when there's no tie?"
During her questions she had slipped her hand out from his and slid it up his arm and across his chest, flicking open the top button on his uniform (closest to his neck) as if to emphasize her point and frazzle him. She grinned, laughing under her breath as she brought her arm back to her side.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 23, 2009 14:12:06 GMT -5
"Why do you think Thruvarans wear these berets?" he asks in way of an answer, pointing at the aforementioned article on his head.
As the Thruvarans begin to make their way back towards the bow of the ship to follow the rest of the delegation to the viewing gala on the Spire, Miko has eased his pace enough to put a little distance between them and himself avec Avery.
Her unbuttoning his uniform doesn't frazzle him one bit. This is an effortless exercise for him.
"And if you're so keen to see how the process is done, I think we can safely 'lose' ourselves in some side corridor as an excuse to show up a bit late..."
The couple is approaching a ahead of them, one leading to the docking elevator, another branching off into the ship's entertainment deck, which was sure to be deserted at this time.
He looks at Avery, as if giving her the choice.
"Am I buttoning my shirt back up again?"
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Post by Taaru Masako on Sept 23, 2009 14:19:03 GMT -5
Taaru slides his left sleeve up a bit and checks his chrono as the group sits in one of the passenger elevators ferrying them from the lowest hangar tier up a long docking shaft and into the spire itself. The docking port itself consists of several turbolift shafts, designated for freight or crew/passengers. Abaft of the primary docking port are two smaller ports for refueling and other mass transfers, currently also connected.
As the turbolift rises through the hull of the ship, and finally above it into the docking column, the passengers are afforded another view of the Faustus, looking down and aft. They can see that she is held in place by massive magnetic collars on either side of her.
Taaru is somewhat transfixed by the sight, and oblivious that he has begun whistling a tune.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 14:20:42 GMT -5
She laughed and reached up to tip his beret to the side.
"Now it all makes sense."
She slowed to match his pace and looked around for a bit, noticing they were hanging behind.
She turned her upper body slightly towards him as he made the notion, and as she looked back ahead- sure enough there was a chance to 'get lost'.
She looked forward, back to him, and then forward again, her jaw hanging a little at the idea.
"Did I not tell you the rules of the date? Nothing below the waist!"
But the moments passed and as the split neared she threw up her hands.
"Geez! Yes, button your shirt again! I'm not going to get in trouble on day one!"
She crossed her arms in front of her and pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Even though she was clearly blushing and embarrassed, she smiled a bit lopsidedly.
"You always win. It's disturbing me."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 23, 2009 14:35:09 GMT -5
The closer the lift took them to their final destination the tighter Jet's nerves managed to wind themselves until somewhere near the end of the trip her force presence resembled a live electrical wire rather then the cool and controlled being of confidence it usually represented. Jet despised such functions - she although being forced into the role had never felt comfortable playing the game in such situations, give her a crisis, a war...and she was fine. Put her face o face with people in fancy clothes and grandiose expectations of formality and she'd just as soon head in the other direction. She'd get by sure...and outwardly she'd remain unfazed, Jet was too iron willed to have it any other way.
But inside...inside she felt an impending scene of doom, it would probably be easier to walk to her execution. The thought made her sigh slightly and cast her look outside in an attempt to ignore her thoughts, catching sight of the Faustus once more.
"I think maybe you've outdone yourself this time Taaru" She told him, realizing belatedly that he seemed somewhat fixated on the sight - and humming of all things - well at least someone seemed fine with this whole formal song and dance.
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Aralee Galor
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Post by Aralee Galor on Sept 23, 2009 14:47:07 GMT -5
Aralee remained quiet on the trip down, having taken this trip many times since arriving on station she none the less felt a sense of privilege upon sighting the Faustus. Her ship...her Command and gazed out the transparasteel with a slight smile.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 23, 2009 15:09:04 GMT -5
Miko follows suit and rebuttons the top of his shirt, smoothing it out picking up the pace to catch up with the others. He doesn't appear disappointed, but in a way he is.
"Explain to me precisely how I've won, if you please."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 15:13:58 GMT -5
She picked up the bottom of her skirt and walked quickly, easily keeping up- even in heels.
"Oh c'mon... this game we're playing with each other- trying to always top to the other, trying to be the most clever and witty..."
She paused for a second, weighing his actions in her mind as her smile faded.
"You're...playing with me right?"
She looked up to his face and could feel her stomach starting to tie itself in a knot.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 23, 2009 15:29:21 GMT -5
Miko doesn't turn to respond, instead shrugging his shoulders beyond exaggeration.
"The funnest games are the ones you don't even know you are playing, I'd say."
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 15:39:15 GMT -5
She paused for a second, taking it all in before exhaling with a smile.
"Yeah... I suppose so."
She laced an arm with his.
"We'd better hurry up, or we'll miss the whole thing."
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Post by Taaru Masako on Sept 23, 2009 16:12:42 GMT -5
Hands folded behind his back, he turns back to Jet as soon as her question registers with him, which takes some time.
"You flatter me unnecessarily. I have a gift for logistics. You'll meet the real mastermind behind this beauty soon, I think."
Their view of the Faustus ends abruptly as the turbolift carriage enters the arm projecting from the Spire housing the viewing gala. Soon after, the turbolift comes to a stop at the designated tier, and chimes an alert before the doors open.
Taaru strides out first, being closest to the door, and waits for the others to exit before finding the right corridor and leading the group down it.
On the way, he fits a comm earpiece into his ear and syncs it with the unit on his belt, and calls Miko.
<<Taaru here. You are your way?>>
It takes a few moments for Miko to respond.
<<Got a little lost, but we're entering the turbolift now. The others should be ahead of us.>>
Taaru can't help but roll his eyes, <<Please don't tell me you got lost in someone's skirts, Miko.>>
<<No such luck, I'm afraid. Seems I'm wasting my time running around in a maze.>>
<<Ha! Need I remind you there are plenty of other fish on this boat? Throw that one back to the sea.>>
The comm crackles, most likely in response to Miko exhaling a sigh into the receiver: <<Great advice. I'll let you know how that turns out. Reglia out.>>
The conversation lasts long enough for Taaru and his contingent to reach the viewing gala. As the automatic sliding doors part to let them in, they are let into an atrium, which is crowded with crewmembers, dignitaries, engineers and other persons of quality or position.
Taaru turns to the rest of the group and excuses himself: "I'll let the function planners know that we're here. The rest of you go ahead and mingle, get some refreshments. I'll send you your seat places and itineraries on your comms."
With that, Masako disappears into the crowd, no doubt looking for some frantic official with a clipboard, wondering how they were going to pull all of this into a coherent commissioning ceremony.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 16:19:45 GMT -5
Avery leaned forward a bit to catch the view of the Faustus, watching it sit there as if eager to take on passengers and begin the voyage.
Miko's conversation with Taaru was in a totally different language, but she could hear Miko's sigh and she looked back at him with her brows raised as if asking 'what's up?' but when the conversation continued, she looked back to the ship. Once out of view however, she sighed and turned back to Miko.
"You never did tell me if those bunks could provide a bit of privacy. I can't imagine you'd want to put on a show."
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