The Vipers Den (Pilot hang-out)

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy scoffed at him "Try it and I'll make sure your meals are burned gruel for a year in the Cafeteria and your ship will mysteriously develop a nasty rattling noise" Laughing slightly Mercy froze the screen and sat back in the couch.

"But you right - it does, still doesn't explain why they are here though"

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan laughed and put his saber back on his belt. "At least I'd be able to taste the gruel."

"I'm sure the council will tell us," he assured her. "With our mission to Coruscant and all. Does it matter what ship we take, by the way?"

[Mercy Freestrike]

"We can hope anyways" Mercy responded before considering his next statement for a few moments "No...I don't think so, they never mentioned anything about it anyways - though the GA officials would probably prefer we didn't show up in our fighters,something more mundane and not as war oriented perhaps?"

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan scratched the back of his head. "Well, aside from the quad turrets my frieghter's pretty mundane looking," he said. "It's a piece of junk but...I kind of have thing for it now."

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy gave Teagan a sad look "It is..kinda rusty looking" she admitted, thinking that really he ought to have Tyrol refit the entire thing.

'But its also a pretty common model and class...and I don't want to go in a completely defenseless ship either, that would just be begging them to try something silly - so...i think it will work"

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan nodded and rubbed his hands together. "It's settled then. We'll take the..." he paused for a moment. "Well, stang. I don't even know the name of own ship."

[Mercy Freestrike]

'How do you not know the name of you own ship?" Mercy demanded of Teagan "and you call yourself a Viper..." she shook her head in mock shame.

[Teagan Skywalker]

"I've been kind of busy since Tyrol picked it up for me," he said defensively. Daphne and I were taking off within five minutes of me owning it...taking off on the ship I mean." Teagan turned red and brought his palm up to his face, mildly ashamed of his choice of words.

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy smirked at him "uh huh...I bet you were, but lemme get this straight - you get ahold of a ship that looks like it's a reject from a garbage planet and you just...take off in it, I guess I should be glad you and Daphne came back at all" she teased him.

A gleam in her eye she put a finger to her chin and feigned a pondering look 'bu then I guess you would have had alot of alone time that way..."

[Teagan Skywalker]

"That was not why I got that ship," he he exclaimed. "Tyrol picked it out and besides, Daphne slept almost the whole trip."

"Now enough about Daphne and me," he said, changing the subject. "How are we going to handle things with the Chief of State?"

[Mercy Freestrike]

Mercy laughed lightly as teagan changed the subject on her - but she was willing to go along with it and furrowed her brow in thought, restlessly getting up from teh couch to pace back and forth across the den.

'Well...I don't know really - i mean if they'd asked us to sneak in and aqquire some information, or rescue someone...or any number of other things i'd have a plan..but we're supposed to go and try to convince them tha Jedi are not dangerous....and i have no idea how to go about that."

[Teagan Skywalker]

"That's why I'm wondering why they're sending us," he said with a shake of his head. "Knowing our luck a Sith will attack us and I'll be filmed leapfrogging through the skylanes."

[Mercy Freestrike]

"Yeah and with My luck..combined with your luck...it'll be the Armoured Man himself who shows up - no matter that he's been off the radar for so long" Mercy sighed slightly and looked at Teagan with an exasperated look "I guess..we'll just have to..wing it, be nice..see how they recieve us"

[Teagan Skywalker]

Teagan threw his head back against the couch and covered his face with his hands. "I hate the government," he grumbled breathily.

"Did you tell Daphne about this," he asked after a moment. Having taken his hands away from his face Teagan chose to avoid eye contact with Mercy, a little embarrassed about bringing Daphne backup so soon. Instead he started to brush off a random spot of dust that had settled on his pants.

It was at this very moment that Teagan's comm chimed. "You've gotta be kidding me," he said, frustrated. Standing up, Teagan shakes his head. "Sorry Mercy, Council calls." With that he left the Den.

[Daphne Lightheart]

Daphne was determined to have fun. To do something crazy, something distracting, something silly, like in the old days. She was a little bit concerned about when fun had stopped being second nature to her. She could hardly believe that she was out looking for it.

And she already caught herself second guessing a lot of the ideas she would have jumped at once upon a time.

No, it wasn't a good idea to just take an X-wing out for a whirl to Zeltros on her own.

No, it wasn't a good idea to rig up a giant projector against the side of the Jedi Temple to watch the latest episode of Ossus Nights, the infamous Jedi-Order soap opera vid.

No, it wasn't a good idea to see if Teagan was up for an entirely drama free talk about what was going on between them (or, she thought, with a tiny wrench of guilt, what wasn't, because she'd been sort of kind of avoiding him like the Corellian plague).

She sighed as she navigated through the halls of the temple. Responsibility sure sucked.

Daphne made her way to the Viper lounge, throwing open the door with a huge force smile and a "Hey guys---!" but there was no one there. The bar was empty, and all the lights hummed to life as some movement finally stirred it into action.

Her hands on either hip, she surveyed the scene, lower jaw working back and forth. The place could really use some spicing up. Maybe that was why no one hung out there anymore.

Her eyes lit up.

"Project~!" she sang to herself, as she immediately starting making a mental list of everything that would be needed for some totally kickin' renovations.

Everyone was going to be so pleased.