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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2016 7:48:03 GMT -8
Frowning as it becomes apparent from Dikeledi's expressions as well as from what she can sense of her emotions that their new friends have learned of some distressing news, Makena shakes her head with a dismissive wave of a hand when Fumnanya apologizes after the nature of the news that has so dampened the mood, telling him with a sympathetic smile, "There is no need at all for you to speak of apology or to ask to be excused for your haste; you must go to your friend swiftly, of course you must. Standing and taking Dikeledi's hands in hers, the Queen says, I hope your friend is soon well, and that you will return to us soon." After all the farewells have been exchanged and Fumnanya and his friends have gone, Makena pats Enitan's hand when she sees that he, like her, has been upset by the unpleasant turn of events and the attendant surge of worry and other less than pleasurable emotions they had been able to sense and were therefore subjected to, "Come, all that can be done is being done I'm sure, and we have other guests we must entertain."
At the medcenter, doctors and nurses stabilize Nkosana, and then get him set up in a room for continued observation of his condition.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 19:18:12 GMT -8
Sango is the last of the crew to arrive at the medcenter, and it is late into the evening when the disheveled, still mildly inebriated Bothan walks quietly into Nkosana's room to find Dikeledi and Vejide asleep in chairs while Fumnanya stands looking out the sole window in the room.
"How is he?" Sango asks, stepping to the side of the bed to examine what fluids are being administered, and what vital signs are being displayed on the monitors after he looks at Nkosana's respiratory pattern and his color.
"Out of the woods," Fumnanya answers, not looking from the window as he runs a hand through his hair tiredly.
"Not yourrrr fault, the Bothan offers, correctly guessing that their captain is feeling guilty, as though he is at least in part responsible for what has happened. No morrrre than it is any of ourrrrs," Sango adds, understanding the guilt Fumnanya feels even as he tries to dispel it; for they all knew of Nkosana's addiction, and of the temptations awaiting one so addicted here on Zeltros of all places.
"Yeah, Fumnanya says with a sigh, not so much convinced as simply unwilling to argue the point now. Look, if they discharge him in the morning, can you . . . will he be alright on the ship? Or do we need to put him in . . ."
"I don't think he'd agrrrreee to being trrreated anywherrrre inpatient, so he's prrrobably betterrr off with us than anywherrre else. I can carrrre for him on the ship, and getting back into a rrrrrroutine will . . ."
"Good, Fumnanya says, cutting the Bothan off curtly. Sorry, the Epicanthix says after a pause. Tired. I'll let you handle talking with the docs here, make sure you know whatever you need to know. We have a job lined up, but I want him to rest up. Making sure he does is your job."
"Underrrrrstood," Sango says, and then excuses himself to see if he cannot find a nurse, as they usually know all there is to know about a patient and about any discharge planning that may have been done.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 18:39:24 GMT -8
When Sango finds a nurse to speak with, he is informed that Nkosana is expected to recover fully from the overdose, having been fortunate enough to have received treatment in time to avoid any permanent damage. The nurse informs Sango of what Nkosana will need in order to make a timely recovery, so that the Bothan will know what he needs if the crew chooses to depart without placing Nkosana in a program of some kind, whether it be on Zeltros or elsewhere, while strongly suggesting that a sincere effort to convince Nkosana of the need to cease his dangerous habit be a part of any plans the crew might make for the immediate future.
Once the party at the royal palace has wrapped up, and preparations for the next are being made, Enitan is reluctantly dragged away by his advisors and other court officials to tend to the dull, tedious, but necessary business of ruling a planet, which leaves Makena to her own devices as she is able to excuse herself from such nonsense while the King cannot. Just when she has settled upon a diverting, fun way to spend the day, Makena finds that she must instead play her own part in the ruling of Zeltros by entertaining visiting dignitaries from offworld who bring with them opportunities that the Queen is assured will benefit Zeltros and her people, and so she abandons her plans so that she can see that the benefits are secured.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 6:56:49 GMT -8
No one is more relieved than Fumnanya when Nkosana finally wakes, though the Epicanthix displays little in his demeanor that might betray that relief. As Sango and Vejide hover around the gangly, beareded Nish's bedside and chatter softly and supportively with him, Fumnanya remains aloof, staring out the window and stewing in the responsibility he feels for Nkosana's brush with death given that he was the one to allow the crew to go their separate ways shortly after their arrival even though he was well aware of Nkosana's addictions, and the dangers that come with them. He never, Fumnanya curses himself for the thousandth time, should have let the Nish go off alone; someone should have been with him to make sure something like this was not allowed to happen.
Dikeledi, who has no sympathy for weakness of any kind, and who therefore feels nothing but contempt for Nkosana, returns to the room from having spoken with a nurse and stops beside Fumnanya and says, "They're getting the discharge forms together now. Someone will be in soon to go over it before he's free to go."
Fumnanya nods, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "Alright, good. We'll go to the Masjien, let Sango get him settled in while the rest of us finish the prep to depart, get resupplied and refueled for the trip to Myrkr."
"You sure that's the best idea? Nkosana's not going to be much good to us on this job. Might be better to put him in . . ."
"He stays with us," Fumnanya says with an air of finality, turning from the window as he hears someone he expects will be a nurse here to discharge Nkosana enter the room.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 13:04:14 GMT -8
The nurse that arrives to discharge Nkosana is as cheerful as one would expect a Zeltron to be, though that quality is, in this particular instance leavened by a sternness that, while free from judgement, is warranted by the fact the Nish had been admitted for a drug overdose that might very well have killed him had it happened under different circumstances. As the nurse goes about the tasks of doing a routine, quick, final assessment and removing Nkosana's I.V., she verbally relays the attending physician's instructions while also strongly suggesting that he enter a rehabilitation program of some kind, adding a not-so subtle bit of prodding in the form of pointing out that Nkosana clearly has a group of friends present that care about him deeply and would be disappointed, or devastated in the event the worst were to happen, were he to continue down the path he has set upon.
After getting Nkosana's signature on one copy of the discharge paperwork, and giving him the other, the nurse asks, "Would you all like some help getting Mr. Razikiwe to the exit?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 17:41:54 GMT -8
"We've got it, thank you, Fumnanya tells the nurse, looking towards Sango after they are alone and nodding towards Nkosana to indicate that he is in charge of getting their crew-mate sorted and out of the medcenter. I'll go and arrange for an airspeeder to get us to the starport," the Epicanthix says, walking from the room without looking at or addressing Nkosana. "Guess he's pissed, huh? Nkosana asks no one in particular as he shuffles over to where Sango is holding out his clothes to change into. I wouldn't blame him, or any of you really, if that's . . ."
"Don't worrrrry about it, Sango suggests gently, surreptitiously motioning for Vejide and Dikeledi to leave the room, He's just worrrrried about you, like we all arrrre. He'll be . . ."
Nkosana nods, not really giving the Bothan his full attention. Nkosana has been here before, surviving an overdose and finding himself at the center of his own drama as well as the drama of those around him who have been affected by his addiction in one way or another. As before, Nkosana is left wondering if it would have been better not to have survived, for him and for everyone around him. Nkosana knows that he will never be free from his addiction, and that it may very well kill him one day, just as he knows that, deep down, he doesn't care at all if that proves to be true. The reprieve, however temporary, spice or glitterstim, or even alcohol, offers will always be a temptation he cannot resist, Nkosana has come to accept, just as he accepted long ago that he will pay any price to achieve that reprieve from the deeply embedded barbs the past has left sunk in his mind and in his memories. Nkosana had hoped that he could keep his problems from spilling over and splashing his crew mates, that he could somehow confine the damage to himself alone, but accepts now that he was only fooling himself, just as he accepts that won't make him alter his course at all. He'll probably let the crew down, in some way big or small, and Nkosana is almost relieved to find that he really doesn't care if that proves to be true.
The trip from the medcenter to the space port is a quiet one, and once they are aboard the Geheim Masjien Nkosana tells Sango, "I just wanna lay down, alright?" When the Bothan says that it is fine, Nkosana smiles gratefully and goes to his quarters, dropping onto his bunk and curling up on his side in the fetal position, wondering as he feels the ship lifting off how long he will be able to holdout for his next fix this time.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 19:38:08 GMT -8
Thirty years ago . . .
Berengar curses as, while pursuing the Sith he has hunted for three long years, the Umbaran's starfighter executes a sharp diving turn that he reacts to a fraction of a second too late, and momentarily loses sight of his prey.
The green forest seems to rush up toward his as Jedi Master Berengar Abbaticchio doggedly pursues the Sith, and he takes a calming breath as he pulls up and begins to try to reacquire a weapon lock on the Sith's starfighter. Berengar, a thirty six year old, brown haired human male gives chase to the Sith, and the vibrant green of forest gives way to the dark blue of an ocean before the chase at last ends when he finally out-maneuvers his quarry and the triumphant wailing of a weapons lock being acquired signals him to unleash a pair of proton torpedoes that, a moment later, send the Sith's starfighter, trailing smoke, debris, and fire all the while, spinning down into the sea.
Berengar spots the Sith ejecting from her doomed starfighter as he roars over the crippled vessel, and he frowns as, his fingers resting on the triggers of his laser cannons, he begins a turn that will bring him back over the site of the crash. . .
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 18:21:15 GMT -8
30 years ago over the sea. . .
Thalassa knows no fear. Fear is for the weak, and she is not weak.
Though her ship is destroyed, and she is forced to eject from it, leaving her to fall down towards the waiting sea as her enemy turns around to finish her off, Thalassa smiles and fears not. She does not fear for she is strong in the Force and knows it will serve her will, and she smiles for she can feel the Jedi's rage radiating off him like heat from a furnace, which is a victory for her no matter what else comes to pass.
Flaming pieces of her ship splash and hiss into the waves as the roar of the Jedi's starfighter grows louder as it returns, and still Thalassa smiles and, as she releases a hand from her control lines while descending ever closer to the waiting sea, knows no fear. Focusing on a large section of her ship's wing that has not yet sunk beneath the waves, Thalassa closes her eyes and counts in her head while listening to the Jedi's ship rush towards her, now spitting laser fire that fills the air. Swinging her free arm upwards when she senses the timing is right, Thalassa's smile becomes a snarl, her teeth bared in savage glee as the torn wing of her ship sails upwards for the Jedi's starfighter as is passes overhead.
Before she learns whether or not her attack has landed, Thalassa splashes into the sea, disappearing beneath the waves as she begins to struggle free herself from her chute's suspension lines before they can entangle her.
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2016 18:19:37 GMT -8
Present Day - Starport
Arching an eyebrow as she sees the uncharacteristically made-up and dressed-up appearance of the crew's mechanic and slicer, Dikeledi asks in an amused tone, "For the King?"
Blushing as she nods, the tiny Lorrdian removes her glasses and puts them in her purse, tilting her head to the side as, noticing that the red haired Shownarri does not appear to have put much effort into her own appearance, she asks, "Aren't you planning on staying for the party?"
Shaking her head, Dikeledi tells Vejide, "Doesn't feel right to me, after what happened last time. Realizing that might sound judgemental, she hastily adds, I just thought I'd head back her and hang with Sango and Nko once we've been paid. The Captain's staying too, she grins and jokes, I'm sure he'll, uh, entertain the Queen if she's in the entertaining mood."
Adjusting the wrap-around, short skirt-like garment he has decided to wear in honor of the predominant male fashion on Zeltros, Fumnanya asks, "Huh?"
"Oh, nothing, Dikeledi says with a shake of her head, then says, We're still waiting to hear back from Makena and Enitan. I'll go and get the pups ready," she says while tossing her comlink to Fumnanya.
"What?" Fumnanya, fumbling with the belt of his skirt, asks Dikeledi as she snickers.
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Present Day - Royal Palace
"Hold still, Makena tells Enitan, narrowing her eyes as she gently scrapes the last bit of stubble from his chin with a razor. Tilting her head to the side to appraise her work, Makena takes her husband's chin in her hand, turning his face this way and then that. One little adjustment, Makena says, her tongue briefly protruding from between her lips as she whisks the razor in the warm bathwater before lifting it to take a bit off of her husband's right sideburn so that both are even. There!" Makena proclaims triumphantly, setting the razor down and passing a mirror to Enitan.
Nodding in approval after examining his freshly shaven face, Enitan sets the mirror down with a mischievous smile as he asks, "What shall we do now, my Queen?"
Before she can answer, their protocol droid shuffles stiffly into the bathroom and announces, You have a comm from a Mr. Jang Your Highnesses. Shall I activate the imagecaster?
Pouting playfully, Makena tells Enitan, "It seems we'll need to wait a moment or so, my King, before waving a languid hand towards their protocol droid as she says, Perhaps voice only would be best in this instance. Some species are more prudish, after all. Once the comm channel is opened, Makena chirps cheerfully, Fumnanya! How delightful to hear from you again! Are we to conclude that you've succeeded in the quest we sent your absolutely delicious crew on?"
Thirty Years Ago Over the Sea
Berengar smiles a smile that is as much triumphant as it is fiercely determined, his fingers tightening on his laser cannon triggers, he spots the Sith floating down towards the ocean. Berengar's smile fades as he watches the Sith's arm lift and then spots, a second too late to react to it, the wing section of the Sith's starfighter sailing into his path.
The next moments are a blurred jumble as Berengar vainly attempts to turn his XJ7 out of harm's way, and then fights to remain in control of his ship after its starboard wings are damaged by the impact with the debris. Smoke obscures his view as, his ship beginning to spiral out of control, the flames from the damaged wings spread and alarms begin to blare, Berengar's astromech wailing a high-pitched warning song all the while.
Jarred forward in his harness as his XJ7 slams into the sea, Berengar shakes his head to clear it as the cold water of the ocean begins to pour into his cockpit. His astromech continues to warble an almost panicked sounding chirruping as Berengar feels his XJ7 tilt to the side as it begins to sink in earnest, and he struggles to disengage his safety harness with one hand while trying to pull the lever to blow the cockpit with the other. Taking a deep breath as the water filling the cockpit nears his chin, Berengar hears the bubbling hiss of the cockpit releasing a moment later, and kicks frantically for the surface, fighting the undertow of his sinking starfighter.
Gasping as he breaks to the surface of the heaving sea, Bernegar tosses his flight helmet away after removing it, trading water and turning in a circle to try and gain a sense of where the Sith is in relation to where he has wound up, and if there is any sign of land in sight . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 22:51:07 GMT -8
"We have, Your Highnesses, yes, Fumnanya answers when the Queen asks if they have the Vornskr pups they had been hired to obtain by the King and Queen. Shall we deliver them to you personally, the Epicanthix asks, or would you prefer to send someone to accept delivery and make payment yourself?"
Once Fumnanya has finished speaking, Vejide, the crew's mechanic mutes their side of the comm channel and asks exasperatedly, "Are you trying to insult them? You know they'll want to see us . . ."
"Are you sure you don't mean that you want to see the King?" Dikeledi teasingly asks, smiling in amusement at the Lorrdian's obvious crush.
Arching an eyebrow, Vejide asks in exasperation, "Well, who wouldn't? He's . . ."
"Right, Fumnanya says to abort any further conversation, Let's just all keep quiet so I can hear their answer, 'kay? I know they will probably want to see us, but they're royalty so I want to let them be in control, see?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 20:00:57 GMT -8
30 years ago over the sea. . .
Taking a deep breath of air after breaking the surface of the churning, roiling sea, Thalassa shrugs out of her sodden, heavy hooded cloak before its weight becomes a burden, her hands immediately seeking the twin lightsaber hilts on her hips to ensure they have not been lost in her fall into the waves.
Bobbing on the waves, Thalassa kicks to turn in a circle to seek any sign of her foe, ships, or land. A tiny speck bobbing in the distance not far from what looks like debris from a crashed and sinking ship could be the Jedi that has hunted her so long, but other than the speck and the smoke and the debris, Thalassa sees only the vast, seemingly endless sea stretching out on all sides. Turning away from the speck that might be the Jedi, Thalassa begins to swim towards whatever awaits her in that direction, be it the salvation offered by a chance ship or land or a death by drowning when she can swim no more . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 5:07:45 GMT -8
Present Day - Royal Palace
Clapping delightedly when informed that the crew has successfully completed their task, Makena laughs when Fumnanya asks how they would like to arrange to accept delivery of the pups, chiding him, "Oh, now do you really think that we would decline an opportunity to see you and your lovely crew again, my dear Fumnanya? Don't be ridiculous, of course you must come and deliver the pups to us in person, and to permit us to deliver your reward to you personally as well. Why, we'll make a party of it! Clapping her hands in delight once more, Makena says, Yes, we will make a lovely evening of, with a special ceremony to reward you after you present the pups to my dearest Enitan! You just get yourself and your darling crew over here, and we shall handle the rest." After concluding the conversation with Fumnanya, Makena and Enitan set their staff, well used to arranging parties and other celebrations with little to no warning, to the task of preparing the festivities and inviting the other guests.
Thirty Years Ago Over the Sea
Berengar, unable to spot Thalassa between the smoke, distance, and motion of the waves as they crash around him, briefly considers attempting to focus enough to reach out to the Force to search for the Sith's presence, but a wave that smashes over him, sending him spinning beneath the surface of the sea for a moment before he is able to reorient himself and swim to the surface once more convinces him of the need to focus more on keeping afloat than on learning the fate of his enemy, Unable to see anything in any direction that makes selecting a direction in which to swim any easier, Berengar ultimately decides to let fate or the Force decide, closing his eyes briefly and opening them after a moment spent treading water and allowing the motion of the waves to turn him about randomly.
Unknowingly beginning to swim on a parallel path to the one Thalassa had begun to swim, Berengar sets out at a relaxed pace to conserve his energy for as long as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2016 4:55:07 GMT -8
Smiling at the Queen's exuberant insistence that they make a party of the occasion, Fumnanya says, "Of course, Your Highness. We are all excited to see you both again. Unfortunately, only Vejide and I will be able to attend, but the others send their warm regards. Shrugging a shoulder with a lopsided grin when both Dikelide and Vejide stifle their laughter at his attempt to sound as formal and flowery as he imagines one should when speaking to royalty, Fumnanya waves for them to hush as he says, We'll see you soon, Your Highnessesses."
"Excited to see them, or just the Queen?" Dikelide asks with an arched eyebrow after the Queen signs off.
"I seem to remember that you were pretty . . . excited about spending time with the Queen last time," Vejide notes in an amused tone.
Patting Dikelide on the shoulder, Fumnanya says, "She has you there, Dee. You two get the pups ready, Fumnanya suggests, make sure they're bathed and presentable and all. I'll arrange for transportation to the Palace."
A short time later, the Vornskr pups both brushed and buffed to perfection, Fumnanya and Vejide enter a rented airspeeder and set out for the Royal Palace, following their escort inside after arriving and being taken through any security checks or procedures required of them.
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The Royal Palace is a buzzing hive of excited activity when Fumnanya and his crew-mates arrive; a steady stream of guests arriving at security checkpoints from which they are led to valets who will see to their vehicles as members of the Palace staff lead them inside where those guests that have already arrived are gathered in a large, open ballroom where they can mingle and drink while waiting for the announcement of the ceremony that will officially get the festivities underway.
As their speeder is piloted away by a valet, a pair of cheerfully courteous Palace staff members escort Fumnanya and Vejide to the private room where Enitan and Makena are waiting to meet with them. Walking over to Fumnanya with her arms open wide, Makena smiles as she greets him with a warm, possibly overly-friendly embrace, "Fumnanya, so delightful to see you and, after pecking the Epicanthix on the lips Makena turns to embrace Vejide in similar fashion, you as well dear Vejide. As Enitan greets the pair of 'importers and exporters of exotic goods and wares', Makena coos at the Vornskr pup that Fumnanya is holding, Why hello there little one, such a handsome creature you are, aren't you?"
Flirtatiously brushing a thumb across Vejide's lips after welcoming her with a lingering kiss, Enitan strokes her cheek while allowing the Vornskr pup the mechanic is holding to smell his hand before scratching it behind the ears, "Magnificent, he opines aloud, Your crew has more than delivered on its promise, and will be rewarded in kind. Frowning a bit, the monarch says, A pity the rest of your crew cannot be here for this celebration, but, he smiles while clapping his hands, the party must go on, mustn't it?"
After a few more moments of polite, friendly, idle chit-chat, the group is led to the room where the ceremonial presentation of the Vornskr takes place, followed by the equally ceremonial presentation of their promised reward - with an added bonus of credits beyond the agreed upon amount - to Fumnanya and Vejide. After the ceremony, the guests are asked to make their way back to the ballroom to continue the party.
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Leaning over to whisper to Vejide as they follow the guests as they are herded along with the other guests back towards the ballroom, Fumnanya says, "Alright, I say we stick around for a bit, do the mingling thing, and then . . ."
Looking more than a little distressed as well as annoyed, Vejide hisses quietly, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, waitaminute! If you're about to suggest we dip early, forget it. I've been waiting to see Enitan for . . ."
Arching an eyebrow in surprise, Fumnanya says, "Right. Forget I said anything, I didn't realize you, uh, that, you, um . . ."
"Had desires and needs that require fulfil. . ."
Covering his ears, Fumnanya says quickly, "Right, OK, good talk. Spotting the bar when they enter the ballroom, Fumnanya points at it and says, I'm going to go get a drink. So, um, do we meet later, or . . ."
Rolling her eyes and looking around for Enitan, Vejide sighs and says, "I'll meet you all at the ship sometime tomorrow. Smiling as she spots the King and waves coyly, Vejide tells her Captain, Don't wait up on other words, Cap'."
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Thirty years ago on the sea . . .
Thalassa dreams of drowning, exhaustion claiming her at last so that she sinks beneath the waves down and down and down into the darkness. In her dream the motion of the sea continues beneath the waves just as it had when she was above them, a rhythmic rise and fall like breathing that lulls when the ocean is becalmed, but which, as with a true ocean, can become a maddening, confusing chaotic tumbling when the sea is tumultuous.
Panic fills her mind as, in the dream, she is tossed to and from beneath the darkness of the waves so that her sense of up and down is hopelessly lost, and Thalassa thrashes in her sleep as though fighting blindly to escape the watery grave the waves seek to send her into. Her thrashing ends not in a watery grave, but upon a floor that rises and falls fitfully as though it rides upon the waves in her dreams. The unmistakable sounds of a storm - crash of lightning, pounding rain, and crashing waves - fill the air, only increasing Thalassa's disorientation, and she sits up slowly after disentangling herself from the sheets she had bound herself up in while struggling in her dreams.
A boat, Thalassa concludes after a moment, she is on a boat at sea. The crew must have found her and pulled her from the waves that now threaten their vessel. Standing, bracing herself against a wall as, after wrapping the sheet around her since she sees no clothing nearby, she shuffles towards the door of the cabin she has awoken in, Thalassa closes her eyes and calls on the Force to try and gain a sense of how many lifeforms are aboard the vessel that has saved her, and to pull from their thoughts a picture of how much danger the storm is to their safety . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 6:57:09 GMT -8
Royal Palace - Present Day
Enitan returns Vejide's wave with a smile accompanied by a saucy wink, and after giving Makena a kiss, makes his way over to her. Reaching out to take her hands in his, the elected monarch of Zeltros spins Vejide around as he says, "You look every bit as lovely as I remember, perhaps even more so. Transitioning their spin seamlessly and gracefully into a dance, Enitan pulls her close as he smiles and says eagerly, Come! You must tell me all about your adventures while acquiring my lovely Vornskr! Was there much danger? What were the forests of Myrkr like? Tell me everything, leave nothing out."
Makena, after she has seen that the Vornskr pups are settled in and has played with them for a few moments, strides with languid grace over to the bar when she sees Fumnanya there. Resting a hand on Fumnanya's shoulder, Makena smiles warmly as she says, "It is a pity that the others in your crew could not join us as well. Canting her head to the side at an inquisitive angle, the Queen asks with genuine concern, I trust they are all well? Your friend, who was taken ill before you left us last, has he recovered?"
Thirty years ago upon the sea
The door to the cabin, Thalassa will find, is unlocked. There are a total of eight other life forms on the boat, Thalassa will be able to sense through the Force, just as she will be able to sense that seven of those lifeforms are concerned by the storm that rages and tosses their vessel to and fro, and will be able to sense that those seven life forms are confident in their ship and their skill, and are therefor not fearful that the storm might threaten their lives. The eight lifeform Thalassa will sense , however, is more likely to be of interest to her, for she will be able to sense that the eighth lifeform is a fellow Force sensitive.
A particularly violent wave that drops the ship after raising it high upon its crest causes the door to the cabin Thalassa awoke in to crash open, and she will see a purple bearded male Zeltron dressed in dripping storm gear stagger to the foot of the stairs as the boat rises upon another large wave. "Should get back in your cabin, ma'am, the Zeltron says as he removes his hat and wipes the rain from his face. Storm's going to blow awhile longer, but we're safe as houses down below deck here. Smiling as he crosses his arms over his broad chest, the handsome Zeltron adds, I can even keep you company if you'd like? I can think of more than few enjoyable ways to wait out the storm together. Just have to check in on our other guest first, only take a minute."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 8:56:31 GMT -8
Vejide laughs delightedly as Enitan takes her hands and spins her into what soon becomes a dance, and lifts her arms to wrap them around the monarch's neck as she looks up into his eyes and answers his question in a mildly regretful tone, "Well, I actually spent the whole time on board our ship while Dikelide and Fumnanya did the actual hunting and roaming around in the jungles and facing dangers. Repairs to make, you know, and I was also readying the accommodation for the pups, you know? Soooo, unfortunately you may find me wanting on the regaling you with tales of high adventure thing is concerned. Moving closer to the King with a saucy smile, Vejide rises on her tiptoes to whisper huskily against his ear, But, then again I'm also preeetttty sure I can find other ways to keep you entertained, your Highness."
Fumnanya turns to face Makena when he feels a hand on his shoulder, returning the Queen's smile as, more than a bit surprised and touched at her concern for the members of his crew that have not joined them for the evening, he answers her question, "He's doing much better, actually. Not wanting to go into too much details about Nko's personal struggles with addiction, Fumnanya simply says, He's just taking things a day at a time for now. After taking a sip of his drink, Fumnanya asks, Can I get you anything to drink? After Makena has answered, Fumnanya asks her, obviously more than a bit uncertain of how one should go about interacting with royalty, So, um, how have you and the King been? Hesitating briefly, not sure whether the question he wants to ask is appropriate or not, Fumnanya decides to try a subtle, roundabout way of feeling out how the question might be received, nodding towards Enitan and Vejide as they dance as he observes, Those two seem to have gotten pretty close, huh?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 12:54:49 GMT -8
Thirty years ago on the sea . . .
Thalassa might find the Zeltron's offer to while away the time between now and the storm's end together tempting under other circumstances, but the mention of another guest and the possibilities that it presents demand that her attention be focused elsewhere. Not wanting to risk arousing suspicion or to reveal that she might have some dark purpose in seeking to learn the identity of the crew's other guest, Thalassa does not immediately begin endeavoring to learn who else has apparently been pulled from the sea, and instead summons forth a strained yet amused smile to accompany her words as she leans against the wall and says, "Tempting as your offer is, I fear I must decline. My recent adventures in the sea have left me quite exhausted you see, Thalassa explains briefly, before adopting a mildly perplexed expression as she asks, Speaking of the sea, did anything of my clothing or belongings survive with me? After the question of whether or not her robes or lightsaber were on her when she was brought aboard has answered, Thalassa asks nonchalantly, You mentioned another guest?"
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