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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 23, 2009 16:30:00 GMT -5
'None the less" Jet remarks as Taaru passes his on compliment to the other mastermind behind the Faustus - someone she had heard much about but had yet to meet, following behind him as he strides towards the atrium...and then promptly abandons her to her fate.
Aware of the door behind them Jet edges sideways in a move which looks as though she simply making room for the others - but which in reality ensures no one comes up from behind her. Instinct born of to much time spent in battle. training that was now shrieking at her in fury - far to many people, far to few weapons on her person and certainly too many suits and dignitaries. They are Corellians - most of them anyways - she reminded herself..and you could flatten the majority of them against the walls with a thought. It was a tempting thought...
Plastering an pleasant expression on her face she cast a glance to Erika and Aaron "Anyone thirsty?"...maybe the beverages were alcoholic.
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Post by The Thruvarans on Sept 23, 2009 16:37:52 GMT -5
Miko chuckles.
"When you've lived in the cramped conditions of a ship as long as I have, you find ways of insuring your privacy, even if it means fooling around in the baffle spaces or maintenance shafts."
Miko looks up from his chrono in time to see the turbolift counter tick to their desired tier and give a quick chime.
"And here we are," he exits, looking around in the elevator atrium for signs pointing to the room number Taaru had indicated. Not finding it, he queues his comm to Tyrena station's administrative AI.
"Miko Reglia to Tyrena Station Administrator. Please furnish waypoint to viewing gala room 219."
His comm beeps, and glancing down at it, he recognizes a map, with his position indicated with a yellow dot, as well as his destination.
Looking up at the walls of the atrium, he notices a new feature: A band of yellow arrows rendered as a holographic display, with his initials and service number on them, pointing the way.
Looking back at Avery, he ticks his head in the direction.
"Follow the yellow brick road."
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Sept 23, 2009 16:40:32 GMT -5
Aaron buttoned his jacket and straightened it out as he left the lift. He smiled to himself a little as he felt Jet's feelings pouring into the Force. It was entertaining to see Jet not good at something he was experienced with. Sliding into position next to her, causing his heels to click, he offers her is arm and clears his throat. "Consider me as your armament for the night," he said sarcastically before leaning closer to her and speaking out of the side of his mouth. "Relax. Think of it as an odd training exercise."
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Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Sept 23, 2009 16:43:04 GMT -5
Darren with some help from Ras had managed to wrangle the rest of his team in the proper direction on schedule - something he thought of as a minor victory. However they all seemed to be in good spirits and anxious to be on their way - which had helped his cause.
Entering the atrium where the ceremony was to take place they paused as a group for a moment to take in the spectacle before scattering in small groups of twos and tree's to mingle. Ras and Darren headed for a pair of women in the uniforms of the corellian navy with big grins on their faces.
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Post by Avery Heartshorn on Sept 23, 2009 16:43:17 GMT -5
"You're a sick bastard, you know that?"
She followed his eyes upward but then looked back as he nodded.
Tilting her head to the side she sighed.
"Oooof course".
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 23, 2009 16:49:29 GMT -5
Jet flashed Aaron an amused smile but in a uncharacteristic motion accepted the proffered arm a wordless sign of her gratitude. It was always settling to know a loyal friend was at your side. Equally quiet she whispered back to him.
"If this was the type of training exercise I grew up with - I'd be allowed to kill people" none the less there was little to be gained by skulking in the back of the room and so Jet moved into the crowd with confidence steering their small group towards the refreshments.
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Sept 23, 2009 17:01:50 GMT -5
Erika nodded at Jet's question about refreshments. Following along behind making sure Rothk was with them she watched those who were gathered here then turned her attention back to Jet. That calm exterior didn't fool her, Erika knew that underneath it all Jet was a bundle of stressed nerves just waiting to explode. She smiled slightly at the thought.
She stopped for a moment to let Rothk catch up who had been distracted by anything and everything, leaning down she straightened his shirt and then continued on with the others.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Sept 23, 2009 17:08:39 GMT -5
Aaron was mildly surprised when Jet actually took his arm. He had hoped she would, for her sake, but he had expected her to push him away with frustration so a single, muffled laugh escaped Aaron's mouth at Jet's remark. "Well I did refer to it as odd didn't I," he teased. Moving with her he continued privately. "It's kind of like a duel, but instead of sabers or guns you have to use your looks and trust me...you're winning." He tightened his arm around her hand in a way of letting her know he wasn't just hitting on her."
After a few moments, Aaron took control of where the group was headed by leading Jet toward the refreshment table. After all, he was escorting her. It was only proper. Approaching the table Aaron grabbed a small toasting glass filled with some sort of alcoholic drink and handed it to Jet politely, never taking his arm from her. He handed a a glass to Erika as well before taking a glass of his own. He held his glass out between the three of them and Rothk. "To the DJO...and getting Jet in a dress."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 23, 2009 17:27:18 GMT -5
Jet quirked an eyebrow at Aaron at his remark but didn't pull away as he followed it up quickly enough with his maneuver to let her know it was a compliment and not strictly one of his teasing pick-up lines
Taking the drink she couldn't help but laugh slightly at his 'toast' and shake her head a little "you know..sometimes I really hate you Aaron..and yet for some reason I still keep you around" She rolled her eyes slightly letting her gaze wander out over the crowd for a few moments. "your a good friend" she stated a few moments later - almost as an aside.
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Post by Erika Freeborn on Sept 23, 2009 17:30:58 GMT -5
She took the drink from Aaron and smiled her thanks. Raising her glass to the toast she couldn't help but laugh slightly. It wasn't the most glorious toast ever, but what could you expect when it came from Aaron.
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Post by Rothk Freeborn on Sept 23, 2009 17:34:32 GMT -5
Rothk looked up at the three adults as the toasted to something and shook his head. Adults, he would never understand their need to celebrate everything. He turned his attention out to the crowd. The room was certainly full of all sorts of people. He couldn't help but wonder if Till was out there somewhere in the crowd. At least he was closer to his own age and could hold a less adult like conversation with.
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Sept 23, 2009 17:39:41 GMT -5
Aaron clinked his glass against Erika's and Jet's glasses before taking a sip of the drink.
Aaron followed Jet's gaze around the room and gestured politely with his glass to a few people that seemed to recognize him. He instantly turned his attention back to Jet, however, when she had made her comment. Inwardly he was a tad bewildered, but on the surface he could only smile genuinely. "Not even a full drink and you're already blabbing," he joked, nudging her. "But it's easy to be a good friend when the feeling's mutual."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 23, 2009 17:48:57 GMT -5
Taking a sip of her drink as Aaron clinked their glasses, Jet's gaze remained on the crowd, smiling politely to those who nodded or glanced towards her. "Oh please...this is hardly Whyrhens Reserve" she remarked after Aarons comment. She left the friends comment untouched - clearly that was about as far as she was willing to remark upon that subject.
Nodding towards the far end of the room "Darren and Ras are going to get themselves into trouble, those two ladies are part of the bridge crew...and far too eager to earn the ships respect to put up with their tormenting for long"
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Post by Aaron Starkiller on Sept 23, 2009 17:57:09 GMT -5
Aaron cleared his throat as a way of putting a proper stopper on the friend conversation. He sighed when Jet took notice of Darren and Ras across the room. "Would you quit acting like the leader and enjoy being a lady for the night," he demanded. "Everyone else is enjoying their last night here. You should too." Finishing his drink, he put his glass back on the table.
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 23, 2009 18:06:25 GMT -5
"Alright Aaron..but if Taaru fusses later because a fight broke out on the Ceremony floor...I'll tell him it was all your fault" She stated, somewhat amused by his demands though she did return her attention to their immediate group with a slight grin - she doubted Darren would actually get into a fight so there was no harm in letting it continue.
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