Mondder

Jade followed Z'har out onto the catwalk, not bothered by the height at all. There is always something about ships waiting in a hangar. It's like a group of beings are just holding their breaths and waiting for a call to action. It feels alive. Jade liked this. However, it was different after a long mission when pilots were landing at the same time and everything was being powered down. Then hangars seemed to be filled with an odd form of lonely sadness.

"I see. That cuts down on actual personnel casualties, and if you are controlling all of them I suppose the strategy is superb, but how do you compensate for the lack of instinctive judgment calls in the middle of a combat situation?" Towards the end of her run as a ship commander most of the systems on her vessel had been jury-rigged so that she could fly with a skeleton crew. They were always under-staffed, and her crew had had to improvise with ever more limited resources.

"I see. And how does that work if you fly all of them simultaneously? If it is just you in control does it spread out your concentration and bog you down with minute detail?" She inquired. Despite his change of form, Z'har still was one mind, and as such there had to be limitations somewhere along the line. Delegation of tactics was an important part of combat strategy. 

She smiled, slipping her hand through his arm and looking up at him, "Well, if you're asking me, I prefer this form," she traced her fingertips along the line of his jaw lightly, "to those. And, I think you might as well..."

She smiled warmly, stretching up on tiptoe to reciprocate and snaking an arm around his waist to pull him closer. "Definite benefits, I'd think."

Theoretically that made sense. Several bulky ship systems existed necessarily to accommodate a living crew, so trimming down made things more streamlined. Technically he could afford to lose more 'cannon fodder' with this arrangement, but eventually it would cost. 

Jade filed this information away while examining this HRD form that Z'har was currently inhabiting. The scientific part of her brain was already compiling the odds that she could win against this aspect of him in a fight. It did not look like he'd be winning Selaya back soon at any right, even if she was willing to place her old companion as stakes in a competition. Right now the predator was probably terrorizing the bird and rodent population of the once-peaceful gardens near the Academy back on Corellia. A glint flickered in Jade's eyes at the mental image that generated.

"Certainly." She wondered what he was referring to, but unlike earlier, this time she wasn't going to simply give him the upper hand by revealing the extent to which she was curious.

Jade would not have admitted it, but she very much liked the way the Admiral smiled at her. The corners of her lips twitched as she smiled to herself on the turbolift. She almost appropriated a separate bike for herself, but in the end decided to let him have his way this time. Besides, he knew his way around this city, and she did not. She wouldn't know where they were going unless he was in front, and losing would have gone against the grain.

She hopped on behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, momentarily leaning her cheek against his back before looking up and peering over his shoulder. "Under the circumstances," she embraced him gently, "I don't mind at all."

Jade briefly experimented with that 'as tight as you like' but as it elicited no obvious reaction from him she simply held on, listening and observing as he showed off the center of the business empire he had built. She was flattered by the level of detail he was providing as it clearly implied that he trusted her. She doubted that many visitors were given this extensive a tour of their surroundings. She was forced to admit that she'd prefer trying to break out of the city as opposed to leading an assault against it. It was impressive.

She half-leaned against the tall Zabrak on top of the wall, arms loosely folded in front of her as she admired the vista and skyline of Mondder. Then, something clicked, "One moment...you have not yet specified the nature of this 'final defense'?"

"Erm---What?!" was Jade's shocked exclamation. She wasn't sure she believed what she had just heard. She twisted to look up at him and reached up to remove his visor since there wasn't anyone in their immediate vicinity. His dark eyes were always tricky to read. But she tried. An entire city built essentially as a spaceship? Some of the architecture made more sense with that idea in the background, but that was still a breathtaking concept. It reminded her of an old myth she'd once read. Though, that city didn't fly. It sank. And its name was Atlantis. She wondered if he was teasing her to see how much she would believe.

"Yes, I can see how that would pose certain complications." She smiled up at him archly, punctuating her remark with a wink that did nothing to dampen the glint of mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Soooo...Z'har, you have showed me your secrets. Aren't you concerned I might use them against you?" She quickly left him in no doubt about what kind of advantages she might take as the two of them were so close together at the moment. "Forgive me for pointing this out, but wouldn't such a 'ship' be at a great disadvantage in actual flight?"

The short woman currently standing very close to the Mandalorian Admiral smiled in a fashion that was nearly Sith-like, though she was not contemplating galaxy-wide domination. Her interests laid a bit closer to herself than that. No one who knew her history could accuse her of making a hasty decision in this matter. She had deliberated on it for well over a decade until the Force had thrown an opportunity in her way. And, when that happened, she quickly made use of it. "I know what you mean." She tilted her head to one side to look up at him better, "Maybe you should let me drive on the way back?" she taunted him merrily.