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Apr 27, 2016 19:48:30 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Apr 27, 2016 19:48:30 GMT -8
"Adi Matango. And don't worry...neither have I."
He hadn't had a chance to say anything else before Eya strolled over. Ugh....Her shirt was open a bit too far, and she was WAY too flirty with this older guy for Adi's tastes. Granted, he understood what she was up to, but he wasn't happy about it. His face showed his displeasure for but a moment, enough for Eya to see while Atton was distracted by the smoke and boobs.
"And yeah, E`yame here is my daughter. It's her birthday today."
He would have to have a talk with her later about 'proper dress' when they got back to the ship. Her training would require her to wear a full-length robe, and hood. Stuff that was very loose, ill-fitting, and DEFINITELY not accenting of her...erm...assets. Until then, Adi would go along with her charade, and just bite his tongue.
"So what brings you here, Mr. Kaelan? Business? Pleasure? Running from the law?"
The Arkanian chuckled, and took a couple drags from the smoke, then passed it to Atton.
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Atton Kaelan
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Apr 27, 2016 20:05:39 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Apr 27, 2016 20:05:39 GMT -8
"Er...charmed."*E'yame was certainly...forward in her introduction all right. Her shirt, open as it was gave a rather generous view of her cleavage, of which Atton could not help but get a glance at. But glance was the only thing he was going to do for he felt that saying anything about it or staring for more than a brief moment would likely lower his life expectancy by a significant amount. There were just certain things one didn't say to a woman when her father was right there...
In any case, he accepted the cig from Adi when offered and shrugged his shoulders. The events leading up his landing on Etti IV were...well things hadn't exactly gone as planned. Too many things blowing up for his liking.*"Hmm. Kind of a long story." *There was a pause as he took a drag from the cig and passed it back to Adi.*"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not get into the details."
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E`yame Matango
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Apr 27, 2016 20:36:08 GMT -8
Post by E`yame Matango on Apr 27, 2016 20:36:08 GMT -8
Eya tried something that she has never tried before. She tried to feel the force and get a feeling of him. suddenly she could feel his aura. It was gold with green and blue swirled through it lightly. It was the most amazing and beautiful thing that she had ever felt in her entire life. she could also feel his active feelings. There was anxiousness and happy mixed with something that troubled him. It was like a stain from his past. She knew instantly that he wasn't a threat to them. Taking a sip of her soda, she looked at Adi and smiled. She knew, that he could tell what she had done. She was proud of herself for actually accomplishing it on her first try. The smile to him was a code, that he was safe. She turned to Atton.
"So where are you headed?"
He was truly good inside and that drew Eya to him instantly. It was like a moth to a flame. She wanted to know this person, but didn't know why.
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Atton Kaelan
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Apr 27, 2016 21:03:23 GMT -8
Post by Atton Kaelan on Apr 27, 2016 21:03:23 GMT -8
*Where was he headed? That was a very good question, and Atton didn't really have an answer for her. For the first time he could remember, he didn't really have a destination or purpose. He was likely dead to the galaxy, and he doubted that the Jedi knew that he still lived. It may not have been by chance that he had ended up on Etti IV of all places, but he had no idea what to do or where to go. He almost felt...lost.
There was another pause as he downed the rest of his drink.*"Well...I'm going to be honest with you: I have no idea."
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Apr 28, 2016 18:18:47 GMT -8
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 28, 2016 18:18:47 GMT -8
Well that did 't take long... NCO thought to himself as the message appeared on his HUD. He shrugged and moved out of the ship, following Sin incidentally. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp, and glanced back, wondering if he should have made sure that someone new what he was up too so they didn't get lost without him. Then the young woman he still hadn't been properly introduced to, used the force to send a crate packing, right into the bay wall. He sighed and shook his head as if to clear it of something. Osik, why not? She needed to let off steam, and he had work to do, might make for some interesting clan gossip too, which would keep the tongues from discussing other things. NCO walked over to the now seated Sinina, and offer a gauntlet, in the traditional Mandolorian greeting.
Ni vode call me Non-Com, NCO, or some permutation there of. What do you prefer to be called?
NCO sent a response back up the line to warn his contact of impending company.
Enroute +1 odd ball. -N
I set a marker in my HUD navigator to keep me moving in the right direction. And pull the young woman to her feet, if she returns the usual grip.
Shekemir ni. Hettir gar a'den.
NCO releases her arm, or just drops his, if she ignores his offer, and turns to see his contact in Mondder. He didn't need Sinina, but leaving a pissed Jetii unsupervised, especially with other Jetii nearby, was just asking for hefty CD (Collateral Damage) bill. Still, while his voice carried the tone of one used to being obeyed, he'd not ordered her to follow him, but invited her to. If she refused, well it was Adi's bill not his, so he didn't really care one way or the other. He marched quickly along, his armored frame moving quickly through the space cleared for him by the other pedestrians. It was feature he quite enjoyed in the social strata of the galaxy, it made life a great deal simpler for him and other vode, he tried to keep it that way. He stopped in customs very briefly, just setting up and delivering the customary bribe to let him through without the hassle. Since he'd invited her along, he covered Sinina's customs fee as well, before heading into the city proper and walking to his destination, since it wasn't more than a few hundred meters from the spaceport. NCO stopped just outside the door to his destination, a small diner, and informed Sinina that this was a business call he had to care of. She was welcome to get something on him, or wait outside, her choice, then he stepped inside and looked around, before joining his sister, for their second face to face meeting.
Follow me. Burn [off] your anger[frustration].
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Apr 28, 2016 18:36:33 GMT -8
Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 28, 2016 18:36:33 GMT -8
Sure enough a table had been set against one of the many curving walls that disrupted the area & kept the area from being one large room. Sitting at the table set for three was a slender zabrak woman in simple white clothing. She looked fairly normal, if somewhat pale, with dark hair pulled up into an elaborate knot. Few would recognize her out side of her normal social circles. The benefit of being royalty that wore a mask as part of her dress of state. So far no food had been delivered to the table, a subtle hint that this had been a rushed set up from her end as well. A few choices of drink pitchers had been set out though, with Aya currently sampling an extremely pale fluid with dancing hints of blue rippling through it.
As the two entered, Aya nodded discretely at Non. Other than a slight smile though she didn't attempt to greet him from across the room.
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Apr 28, 2016 20:09:06 GMT -8
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Post by Sinina Riso on Apr 28, 2016 20:09:06 GMT -8
*Sinina looks up at the words spoken and returns the greeting to her. She may be angry but her the things she'd learned of the culture didn't go away. After returning his greetings she accepted the help up. *
My name is Sinina. My mother was married to a man of Clan Ordo.
*She looks over her shoulder at the ramp to the ship then to the crate, and back at NCO.*
Sorry... Sure I will come along.
*she straightened herself up again and follows along, she may not have been raised as either a nightsister or as a mando, both the cultures her mother knew, but she was taight to be respectful..which she hadn't done well at today. She walks into the diner with him, she wasn't hungry so only got a juri juice.*
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Apr 28, 2016 20:44:19 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 28, 2016 20:44:19 GMT -8
NCO removed his helm as he sat down with his sister, offering the remaining chair to Sinina with a wave of his hand. After taking a sip of the same liquid his sister was drinking, he made the introductions.
Aya, meet Sinina another member of the current motley crew I'm traveling with. Sinina, meet Aya, my older sister, and current functioning Aliit'alor D'ordinii.
I then drain the drink before me, being somewhat parched from my extended time with high stress strangers. I pour myself another, this time a transparent deep green that foams slightly. I sit back and sip my second drink, before asking the joyous occasion of this meeting.
To what do I owe the pleasure of your summons vod[sister]?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Apr 28, 2016 20:53:04 GMT -8
She nods at the brief introductions, she had enough fill of long flowery speeches from 'important' outsiders. The bluntness was a welcome return to roots. After talking a moment to place an order for a spiced rice dish, she got down to business.
-Aya
Clan business I'm afraid. The house of Dizen needs additional Heirs. So it is time to start acting like the prince you are. There are two real options for your end. You can either start making heirs the old fashioned way.
She pauses for a second to give the other woman a long, rather pointed look before continuing.
-Aya
Or you can help me have a child.
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Apr 29, 2016 3:47:41 GMT -8
Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on Apr 29, 2016 3:47:41 GMT -8
In the moments of waiting for his proprietor's holonet hyper-connection, Mr. White eased his way out of the cover of the crates and into the opening of the cargo hold. He stretched his synthetic muscles, adjusting his clothing to suit his purposes where necessary. He supposed it might not have been a bad idea for him to arm himself, either, but he just wanted a moment to survey his surroundings before returning to protocol. His more in-depth scans could begin now, in earnest. Taking a few moments to connect wirelessly to the Spaceport's holonet connections via his triple-encrypted HN-proxy, he began downloading all relevant information on his current location. All maps that were on public file, demographic information through several listed net-sites, all public bulletins listed in the area -- anything that could be used to cross-reference the ship he was on. The..."Wayward Son", was it? He figured he'd need to do his best to get as much information on the freighter itself, as well. All of the normal specs for the YT model had been uploaded to his cortex. Now came the slightly-more-difficult part of accessing the ship's computers so he could find out as much about the actual vessel's layout as he would need.He began looking around, noting that a droid access port should be...right about there. Just past the central bulkhead, next to the cargo bay terminal. Heading over, he pulled back the sleeve of his right arm, revealing the wetsuit component beneath. The elastic stretched a bit as his "wrist" appeared to open up, and a small, sophisticated droid control arm with a high-tech accessing tumbler eased forth. Inserting it into the droid access port, the mechanism went to work.
The code cylinder was a beautiful, working prototype with over eight million separate access codes for varying models of terminals, ranging from personal computers to high-grade capital ship consoles. Within moments, the ship was suddenly sharing most of its secrets with a familiar old friend, one of the "production droids" that assembled it right off the line. He began pulling relevant yield data for the engines, shields, and weaponry. Everything from power draws to rates of speed to how many "kills" the turrets registered. Next was the hyperdrive's data, collated with the information from the navicomputer. There had been instances where the information on the nav-comp had been wiped; however, no one really thinks to wipe the data that's stored on the hyperdrives. Taking the blank sections and cross-referencing them with the hyperdrive's data often led to understanding approximate points of egress and destinations by which they may travel. And while most "relevant data" may be wiped from a navicomputer's drive, the sentient beings responsible for the "wipe" merely think of what their eyes might see. Not necessarily what a droid's processors could approximate by way of challenging their own sophisticated processors. It could make for some interesting derivatives, if his primary user had any interest in such things.*
*There were several other options to consider, and the BRD did his utmost to get all of the relevant data in quick fashion. Security cams, access codes to all hatches and ramps, rooms, lockers, consoles. He even pulled all of the recorded footage from the communications console. Ships had a way of keeping meticulous records of almost every interaction. Some of it could get jumbled over time, but, most of it would remain intact. The individuals here had been sloppy more than they should, so cleaning up some of the data might be in order. Other than that, it would seem like this ship could make quite a splash if some of its bigger secrets were to be revealed.*
*The latest footage from the holocams showed that there were at least three sentient beings on the vessel, and some odd collection of events seemed to be transpiring in one of the cabins. Beyond that, Mr. White didn't believe that any of this would affect his personal mission here. He still had to consider a few other options, but beyond that, he felt safe enough to continue working in this way, at least until his master assumed control of him. Speaking of which, he still hadn't received any connection data from him. Which was odd, considering Vash's quirky sleep schedule. Perhaps it would only be a few minutes longer...
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Apr 29, 2016 15:33:08 GMT -8
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Post by Raven Alora on Apr 29, 2016 15:33:08 GMT -8
Zee smiled as the dragon melted beneath his touch, certainly not the only one to be made to do so by his fingers. Or at least, the nimble fingers of the original Zion, which he now possessed. Truly, he was the great and mighty Zee the Dragon Tamer! Thanks to his heightened reflexes due to his geneology and his ability with the force, he was more than capable of keeping track of the dragon, as she darted about. He touched once more upon her mind, using the force to glean the name of his new companion, before turning his gaze to where she sat"An impressive dragon you are, dear Meeka. Perhaps I might prove my worth to you somehow, so that I might join you for a flight?"
He wanted HER to fly him- to take advantage of her abilities! How dare!
In a bout of fickle fury, the dragon swooped down at the little man, jaws opened and hot steam issuing from her maw- considering she was actually too small to breath fire. Her puffs of scalding hot air did tend to cause blisters though, if she was truly upset....
which she was...right now.
A tiny squeak of a rawr mingled with the hot vapor as she came down upon Zee in vain anger.
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Apr 29, 2016 19:52:15 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 19:52:15 GMT -8
She truly was a majestice beast. But suddenly she took offense to what he had said, something he sensed through the force moments before she dove at him. As Meeka came down from above, Zee did a backwards roll out of the way, narrowly missing the scalding air. He drew his saber, quickly setting it to training mode so he wouldn't actually hurt her
"It appears I have offended you, Meeka the Magnificent. I wish not to fight you, most brilliant of dragons... I was a fool to think I could ever be worthy of your favour... So, what shall it be? a fight to the death?"
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Apr 30, 2016 15:03:49 GMT -8
Post by Raven Alora on Apr 30, 2016 15:03:49 GMT -8
Meeka landed where Zee had once stood, and eyed his saber keenly. He did stop, and he began speaking to her. All sorts of flattering words ceom from the tiny man's lips and the dragon tilted her head. No one ever talked to her like that. They always said how cute and adorable she was, and all sorts of terribly demeaning things.
Maybe the man's size had something to do with it- or her size compared to him. What ever the case, he made her feel very important.
And Meeka, like all dragons, loved that.
Maybe she could show this tiny human some respect, as he seamed to show to her. Slowly, she tilted her head down and bent her two front legs, unfurling her sings and laying on her belly. Her head rested on the ground and she peered at him expectantly.
If he wanted a flight...
She would give him one.
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Apr 30, 2016 23:22:08 GMT -8
Post by Vash'Ur Nam'Aser on Apr 30, 2016 23:22:08 GMT -8
Considering the vast amount of information that Mr. White was managing to collect, the BRD thought it prompt to begin categorizing and filing the appropriate data for when Vash decided to assume control. He would, of course, brief his proprietor on all the relevant data; however, it wasn't his decision as to what exactly fit that description. As much of a mind as Vash had given him, a Virtual Intelligence still didn't compare to actual sentience. There were leaps in reasoning that Vash could arrive at where Mr. White would still be in the conceptualization phase. It was simply the way of things. However, Vash had managed to upload Mr. White with all manner of shrewd business practices, negotiation skills, vocal psychological analyzation software, and a plethora of other interesting tools that made him vastly more-capable than the average protocol, astromech, or security droid. It may have just been in his programming, though, for him to have a generalized "stopping point" factored into his algorithmic matrices. A place where he would arrive at and go no further, at least without further direction from--Speak of the devil. It appeared as though there was finally a response from Naboo. Removing his droid arm from the system, Mr. White fashioned his sleeve back into position before stepping over behind the crates again, quietly and softly.*
*Initializing the connection, Mr. White's interface began inside of his own cognitive matrix.The interface worked a lot like Vash's internalized slicing interface. The virtual representation of Vash, standing in a sort of "Library", with "Mr. White's" presence looking much like a disembodied, floating orb with his neural pathways flashing back and forth throughout it as the thought/spoke.
"Initiating control uplink -- good morning, sir."
"Hello, Mr. White. What have we learned so far?"
"I've tak'n the liberty of categ'rizin' th' information fer ya. Ye'll have full access to th' ship, as well as all th' info on where th' 'Son' has been over th' pas' eight er so months. Ye'll also have all their pas' holocam footage, in case yer int'rested in learnin' 'bout the crew an' their dealin's...never hurts, ah'd like ta think."
"Thank you, Mr. White. I noticed when I was connecting that we're in the Etti system. Is that data included?"
"Yes, sir. In the file mark'd 'Demographics.'"
"Excellent. Thorough, as always, old friend."
"It's been mah pleasure, sir. Do ye require anythin' else b'fore I establish th' connection?"
The holo-representation of Vash shook his head.
"No thank you, Mr. White. Just remain active in the subroutines should I need the extra hand, okay?"
"T'will be done, sir. Enjoy your stay on Etti IV."
After giving a light bow, Vash dismissed the "orb". When the conference was terminated, he took a couple of moments to review the data in the files before assuming control of the BRD.Now, it was Vash who was in the driver's seat. He'd still have the heavy Carratosian accent that Mr. White seemed to possess, and would still operate under that name. But through the eyes of another, Vash would learn first-hand what sort of people would follow a mass murderer. And through that, he would also determine if they were as much of a threat as the Jedi, himself was. It would all be under the guise of business, of course. These individuals had sought him out, shown up on his doorstep of all places. The way he maintained his anonymity throughout the years was as much through diligence as it was through secrecy. This was just as much of a reason to find out about their level of intelligence as it was to determine their aptitude. And he would do so, all while maintaining his distance as he always had.
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May 2, 2016 19:16:00 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 19:16:00 GMT -8
Zee deactivated his saber as Meeka seemed to be calmed by his words and tilted so he might mount her. Placing the hilt back upon his belt he approached Meeka. Well, she had been ready to kill him a moment ago, but appeared to be happy to allow him to ride her now. Well, surely this could not end badly in the slightest. As he walked passed her head, he ran his hand up the side of it, giving her a scratch behind her ear as thanks. He then continued on, before mounting up at the base of her neck, barebacking this particular ride. He did prefer to go au naturel
"Ready when you are, mighty one!"
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May 2, 2016 20:03:04 GMT -8
Post by Sinina Riso on May 2, 2016 20:03:04 GMT -8
*Sinina nods her head respectfully to the woman, she didn't realize that she was coming to meet someone so important and does her best to straighten herself out a bit better, and tidied a lock of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear.*
Su'cuy Ner'vod. I may not look it but my twin brother, last I'd heard, was being raised under the protections of Catherous Ordo..
*She cut herself short, she didn't want to distract from their business, especially after it was revealed what it was about, she felt out of place again, the matter seemed personal and not of her business. The young Echani looked first at Aya, then at NCO, she bites her lip as she tries to stay quiet and keep out of it. But she could not help herself.*
Didn't you just say she was your sister?
*She stops as suddenly as the words were out of her lips. She closed her eyes lets out a very deep sigh, she before even taking another breath answers her own question to an extent.*
I know...Sorry.. Family is more then blood...I'll stay quiet now..
*She kept her eyes closed and lowered her head, she felt stupid, she felt embarrassed, she made her self look uneducated and like she didn't know anything about culture in front of a very important woman. Maybe her guardians had been right..*
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May 2, 2016 20:31:04 GMT -8
Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 2, 2016 20:31:04 GMT -8
-Aya Or you can help me have a child.
Sinina's word's while not unheard, had been largely lost in NCO's own musings, so he gave little to no reaction to them for now. His food arrived, and he stared down int this plate wondering how in haran[hell] he was going to do this... and on a clock no less! Then his brain managed to put a few pieces together and looked back up at Aya, asking her if she had anything in particular in mind.Did you have something in particular in mind, vod'ika[sis]? |
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 3, 2016 14:39:03 GMT -8
She nodded at the other woman.
-Aya
Not quite how you are thinking. It would be more in the line of a small sample. D'Ordinii handles things ... differently, than other clans. That or find another suitable source. Manda knows I've failed, but I can't deny a certain level of person bias.
Returning her gaze to Non, she watches him think.
-Aya
My brother has decided that his interests lay outside the Clan. Far outside. There is currently no way to contact him. As for Heirs on your end, that is left in your judgement. The timing isn't too tight, but it needed to be brought up. Our Buir is already moving away from Clan leadership, a retirement of sorts, & I am not immortal. There are also ... additional factors that would make heirs from me difficult, even ignoring your little jab about me being pregnant. I would consider the best result the return of Marcos, with all three current heirs producing children of their own.
As her own dish arrived, she began to eat slowly from it, giving Non plenty more time to think.
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May 3, 2016 16:07:15 GMT -8
Post by Loki on May 3, 2016 16:07:15 GMT -8
Raven listened quietly, unflinchingly as the Zabrak called her little Jedi. Indeed, compared to him, everyone was a little Jedi- or little something. And she was very familiar with the term. He spoke of many possible futures, and she considered telling him of how those futures were created by people's choices and shatterpoints- how the seer they were all after noted those shatterpoints in many of her visions and how she possessed the ability to shift those endings around until they remained correct.
Anna had never disclosed an inaccurate vision. Though, from what Alora saw in the vision Loki gave her, Anna's images were induced- perhaps too early for her to validate them. Perhaps that gave reason for the strange message on her ship's nav screen just before entering Naboo's orbit. A look of enlightenment came upon the Jedi Master's face, though, perhaps for different reasons than the Zabrak might have assumed.
Raven Simply nodded in an agreeable manner.Waiting for the team is probably best. Force knows I've underappreciated the importance of allies.... a lot. She shrugged, recalling hos many times she ended up in some med bay or another because of rushing into situations ALONE. When Loki asked about computers she frowned in contemplation.I've never been very good with computers. She admitted sheepishly. Her slightly frowned expression gently curved up into a rye smile as she turned her expression back up toward the towering Zabrak.But I'm quite sure there's someone in that facility who knows a lot about computers. She turned her expression straight ahead and shrugged her shoulders in false pride. And one might not think it, but I'm pretty good at negotiating .... aggressively. I mean, you know, on occasion. She shook her head slightly, the thin smile still resting on her face. She did take the situation very seriously, but the thought of being this close to something she'd been searching for gave her a bright outlook on the future, Even if Anna might disagree. Plus, she was sitting next to a very large darksider and he'd not punched her yet. That was already a great success.Seeing the bag closing, protecting her shinies, Meeka stretched out her wings, then let them flop back on the ground as she almost melted under the pleasure of being scratched behind the ear, by such small, nimble fingers. No one's fingers were that small and no one could ever reach those pesky itchy spots. She lay down on the ground before Zee and closed her eyes in delight, flicking her tale here and there before he bade her to go explore.
Perking up, the small Tailring flapped her sings and within the blink of an eye, was up on the bed, then near the window, then in the cup MICRO had knocked over. It might be difficult, but if Zee tried, he could keep track of her.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 3, 2016 20:46:46 GMT -8
NCO listened carefully to Aya's responses and considered his options, she just needed a sample... well, okay he could get one of those easy enough. Haran[hell], Sinina or he could do that right now. He considered things as he ate, and decided he'd do a bit of both. It'd be simple enough, he would have to keep an eye on things though, to make the latter even a possibility... Actually... He could be super cheap about the whole thing and just post an add on the holo-net... He'd read weirder advertisements before. Nah, he knew it'd be more trouble than it was worth just reading the responses. Okay, sample hunting will be the initial answer. He'd keep an eye out for a mate at teh same time, and even after for that matter. Keeping Aya happy was a very good idea.
Well if you just need a sample, I can do that today. I'll be sure keep the other option in mind as well.
I turn to Sinina as her words finally register, and consider how to respond, given Aya's brief response. Best to just keep it simple and honest.
The d'ordinii aliit is special enough that taldin[blood] wouldn't necessarily deter the question posed. Also, if you haven't figure it yet yoyrself, she expects that you and I either have had relations or will probably have relations soon, of the physical sort, in the near future. Add to that, the fact that I have in no way even attempted to dissuade her from thinking so, given our current conversation, your worried about me banging her? In your boots, I'd avoid dark alleys.
NCO turned back to his food, either unperturbed or just callous enough, to not have his appetite diminished by the odd, and normally embarrassing, conversation topic. He enjoyed his meal in silence, unless the ladies addressed him with some other query.
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