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May 12, 2015 15:46:39 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 12, 2015 15:46:39 GMT -8
Ronin opened the door and examined the inside of the room. It wasn't a luxury hotel but it was home for now
"Well hopefully she doesn't want to fight for the room, to be honest I don't mind sharing it. I thank you for your help, and I look forward to working with you. "
With that done and over with Ronin closed the door behind him after the copilot left. Making his way over to a dresser Ronin set his pack down glad to no longer need to lug it around. Opening the bag he set about putting medication and tools in their new rightful places upon the dresser top. Everything in its own spot as it should be. A nearby table would work for examination it need be.
One item in particular he needed to check on, his filtered water bottle. Put polluted water in, and a special filter made the water safe to drink. With as much drinking and smoking it seemed everyone was doing you'd think cancer and AA would be common place. Ronin tended to eat healthy and drink healthy as his private stash of fruits showed.
At last clothing, a bug out stash of supplies which stayed in his bag, clips of ammo, and other odds and ends remained in the bag. With everything set up, several hours having passed, Ronin rechecked the weapons on his person, the .48-caliber Enforcer pistol with silencer, hidden wrist blades, a few throwing knives, and light saber broken down into dozens of part concealed all over his body.
With everything in their rightful place Ronin sat down on the edge of the King size bed tired. His head in his hands as he took in the ship feeling it out through the force. He felt it, it was still in its place, and safe for now. It didn't give him the warm fuzzys but than again being a force user on a mando planet didn't either. Leaning back he allowed himself the ability to flop back in the bed and just close his eyes. No sleep would come easy, but that didn't mean he couldn't close for a bit
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May 12, 2015 16:28:01 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 16:28:01 GMT -8
Vee resisted the urge to take a step back as their eye contact lingered, the intensity that grew in his eyes taking her off-guard. It was the first flicker of emotion she had seen from him since last night. Vee swallowed hard as she watched them leave, Sven shooting her another glance before departing. She turned to return to the ship, balling her hands into fists to keep them from shaking.It wasn't the alcohol that made her feel the things she did last night. It both unnerved and intrigued her how Sven could effect her so, hardly knowing him and having been pissed at him most of the time she did.
Hours later...
After Vee made her rounds, checking to see who needed help, listening to complaints and offering direction, she finally took a seat in the cockpit, making a loud thump as she dropped into her leather seat. She kicked her booted feet onto a space on the board where she wouldn't hit any buttons or switches. Since she had left Sven with the grunts, she had thought of nothing but of him, her time with him last night and what she was going to say to him when they spoke. She wanted to be honest, but was too afraid that if she were and he considered her a one-nighter, he might not respect her as a captain and dismiss her as an overly-emotional woman. But if he had thought that the encounter meant something more, she didn't want to make a quick, nonchalant summery about what happened and professionalism either.She bit her lower lip, brow furrowed as she thought on this, her anxiety heightening with the awareness that Sven could walk in at any minute.
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May 12, 2015 17:25:15 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 12, 2015 17:25:15 GMT -8
The mercenaries were a pretty tidy bunch to be fair, Sven had found out after they had left the presence of Vee and the distraction she seemed to cause him. Their spokesman was the man in the burned-orange armour named Berrik; rough featured, grizzled and unshaven with a healthy dose of menace about him somewhere in his mid thirties. He introduced the rest of them as they made their way down the canyons created by the straight stacks of cargo containers that occupied the first floor of the hold. The youngest among them at nineteen years of age was the Nagai, Baru. He sported a battered durasteel breastplate of dull grey and gauntlets of a slightly darker hue. A half helm rested upon his midnight blue hair of the type similar to those used by local planetary militia. The kid gave him a casual salute as they ascended to the second floor of the hold, his pale and gaunt features serious despite their youth.
He had interrupted the introductions to give them a quick run down on what they were likely to do once in space, pointing out the sealed hatches that would be locked in place to allow them to turn off the life support in the lower hold, perhaps even both lower and middle. They were attentive as he spoke, each making sure they had good working knowledge of the ship should they be required to act during flight. Sven was also impressed by some of the pointed questions thrown his way about defensive positions should they be boarded. Yeah, the guys would do fine.
The next to be introduced were the two other humans, brother and sister as it turned out. Vasha and Uror Gedyc were so close in appearance that Sven thought them twins, even going so far as to voice his assumption. With smiles that were mirror images of each other they told him that there was in fact three years between them with Vasha the elder at twenty four. Both had full sets of Mandalorian armour though only their gauntlets appeared to be of higher quality Mandalorian Iron. The Duros was next, the quietest out of the bunch and the one that sported a huge rifle case on his back. Sven was unsure what kind of rifle rested within but suspected a long range weapon of some design, though he struggled to see what use that would be on a starship. Still, one never knew when ones path would take one and Wura, as he was introduced, seemed the sort to plan for any eventuality.
Lastly, as they stepped onto the deck of the third level he was introduced to the Echani Yusatta. Tall and athletic he sported light armour, some form of hide pads that didn't hinder movement, with gloves and boots of similar material or at least the same colour. His pale face peered out from beneath a headwrap that wound around what was almost certainly pale hair to leave a flap trailing down over the left shoulder. An Echani Mandalorian... Sven had shaken his head slightly as he stepped forward and met the man's eyes, knowing that his sense of 'hate at first sight' was well reciprocated. Of all the Mandalorian Clans that hated Echani Vhett was paramount in the dislike. Still, he was professional and so were they, such petty concerns beneath them... >_>
With efficiency that could only come from experience in extraneous circumstances the six mercenaries made a few square meters of deck space in the upper hold their own as Sven strode off for his meeting with the Captain...
He stood outside the door to the bridge and hesitated with his hand halfway to the door release. With a shuffle of his feet he dropped the hand and stood for a moment staring at the blank sheet of durasteel in front of him. The hand rose again then dropped. Rose again, followed by its twin, to tug off the helmet freeing his head from its suddenly suffocating confined. He gulped in a big breath and tucked the helm in the crook of his left arm and lowered his right hand. No. He shuffled position again, maglocking the helm to his belt at the left hip.
With thoughts once again threatening to spiral out of control and leave him bereft of reason Sven Garret hesitated like a boss, selecting and discarding opening lines as efficiently as he selected and discarded his physical make up. The summons to meet with Vee had sounded ominous at the time but now her was here he felt something very close to terror. It was an odd experience for him, having no memory of a time when he felt truly afraid. There were levels of fear sure. He had spent most of his life fearing this eventuality or another, knowing as he rose from cover that coherent light could find its way to steal him away with its brining kiss. But this... This was a real gut-churning, make your legs tremble fear that he had no idea how to deal with or even what caused it.
He shook his head and ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair to loosen it from where it had become matted from the helm, freeing the dirty blonde hair and worrying it into some semblance of order. With another deep breath he steeled his thundering heart and finally hit the door release before striding onto the bridge with a confident air that he in no way felt. Indeed, as he approached where she sat with only her boots her shapely long legs and top of her coppery head visible from the hatch, he slowed, his steps faltering as his heart once again threatened to betray him.
"Alor'ad."
That was it, he thought crossly and accusingly to his vocal organs. Thats the best you can do? One karking word! He was being betrayed by every part of him it seemed. A general mutiny of body parts and organs. A feeling of resignation began to seep through him as he began to give in to the fact he was about to make himself look like a muppet.
He slowed to a stop and stood straight for a moment, his hands fidgeting as if they didn't know whether to stand their ground or flee. They chose the latter and clasped each other for comfort behind his back, the rest of him affronted by their cowardice. His eyes couldn't move from the gentle curves of her legs, recalling not long ago when the smooth skin had been laid bare before him, and his mouth dropped open slightly.
He felt the warmth rise up his neck and the need grow within. She was intoxicating to him and he had no defense against it, the attraction like a tractor beam snared to his very soul. His mind could not seem to move past the sight of her spread before him with her flaming red mane fanned around her like a crimson halo...
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May 12, 2015 17:50:12 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 17:50:12 GMT -8
Vee froze in her seat as she heard the door slide open, swallowing as heavy steps entered.There was a moment of heavy, tense silence before she heard Sven's voice, that voice, addressing her as formal as ever. She took her legs off the board, spinning around in her chair with her heart beating wildly as she took him in Despite his tired, grimy appearance, she felt as drawn to him as ever. Even though it frightened her, she let her wall drop, allowing her features to soften, despite his formality.She slowly stood, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as she did, allowing the sadness in her soul to seep through. She said nothing at first, slowly taking off her jacket and tossing it in her abandoned seat before sweeping her mane over her left shoulder to clearly expose the bruising on her long, elegant neck.
She wanted him to remember what happened, the physical proof of their union on display with his marking her. Any person would know from those marks that she was owned, taken. She leaned back on the board, bracing her hands on either side of her hips against the durasteel to brace herself, as if she was gaining strength to say what she wanted to say.She decided upon the honest route...no one could blame a war widow, much less the widow of Taung H'rel, could they? And if he did, then so what...let him judge her. She didn't know if the red flush against his golden skin was anger or not, but she didn't care anymore. She would air this out, then they could move on.
You don't have to call me that in private, Sven. Her voice was quiet and earnest, her eyes never leaving his. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened last night...I don't know if you're ok with that, but I want to get it out in the open so we can work together without any misunderstanding or tension.
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May 12, 2015 18:16:41 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 12, 2015 18:16:41 GMT -8
He couldn't seem to get his attention off of her legs even when she spun and rose to her feet did he struggle to redirect his gaze. Even when it was torn free it found purchase on her hips, scrambling around to once again escape only to be captivated by her bust. KAd Ha'rangir Sven you're like a bloody school kid, he thought in something very close to dismay as he finally got ahold of his errant optical crewmen.
His face tried to stay neutral as his eyes played out their mad scramble to get to where they belonged but he couldn't help a shadow of sorrow pass over them as he allowed dark thoughts to paint the worst of the picture. Her gaze held his as she removed her jacket, seeming to mirror his own emotions within their jade depths.
Though her features softened noticeably as she moved he couldn't help but think that they were the precursor to bad news for them and their budding relationship. She regretted it, he was sure, and the softening of her face was in preparation for the softening of the blow. The faint trace of sadness also did little to foster any hope that this was anything other than a preemptive break-up, crushing the romance before it had already begin. Crushing his heart alongside it. The bruises stood out in stark relief on her pale skin and he suddenly felt hugely ashamed. He had hurt her! That was why she wanted no more part of him other than this job. He had been too rough and had caused her pain.
Her words made him stiffen slightly despite their softly spoken tone, bringing him from thought that were very close to sending him into a rage at himself, his eyes narrowing in wariness as to her meaning.
"I'm listening..."
Part of him rebelled that he hadn't been more understanding, that he hadn't said more, perhaps even jumping forward to offer his own explanation and, if required, apology. The part that had spoken calmly pointed out that when the excitable voice spoke it tended to get him into situation where the calm and cautious voice had to work very hard to get him out of.
In the end they worked out a compromise.
His eyes dropped and he breathed out a heavy sigh before bringing his gaze back up to her. Any such mask was gone from his face now and he looked... tired. With a gesture towards the co-pilot chair he moved forward to stand before it, his voice soft and tender and... tired.
"Mind if we sit?"
He would sit should she give her consent, politely waiting for her to take her leisure first, should she wish to do so.
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May 12, 2015 18:32:01 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 18:32:01 GMT -8
Vee's mouth parted slightly as he moved toward her, his face suddenly transforming into something very akin to emotion. She held her breath as he neared, optimistic that this might go better than she thought.She wanted to reach out and caress his face, run her fingers through his dirty blonde locks and pull him into an embrace...but she firmly restrained herself.She made a slight motion to the seat, but made no movement to sit down beside him, choosing to stand in front of him instead. Of course...
She waited for him to sit before she started, looking straight ahead instead of directly at him. She feared she wouldn't have the courage to say what she wanted if she did. I haven't been with a man in 2 years...her voice was quiet. Before that, I was with a man who became dar'manda. I left him because of it. Before that, I lost my husband in the war. Ever since then, I've been...she faltered,trying to find the words to say as her skin flushed with nerves. I've been angry, sad, lost. When we were together last night, it was...it made me release those feelings, I became very emotional, and I'm sorry. She forced herself to look at him then, trying not to waver. Don told me he was setting us up for...carnal purposes only. That's what I thought that was about, that's what I thought I was going in to...but then...she hesitated, trying once again to find the words. Well, I'm not good at one-night stands. I thought it might have meant more, became emotional and I feel that made you uncomfortable. She swallowed. I'm sorry about that. I hope that despite everything, we can have a good working relationship and remain professional, at least, with each other.
Her hands squeezed the board so tightly, she thought they might bleed. Every muscle in her body felt wired and her breathing was labored. She was nervous about his reaction, anxious about what he might think of her, while at the same time telling herself it didn't matter. She didn't know this man, and her feelings were of little consequence. She didn't have the best track record with men, after all.
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May 12, 2015 19:13:32 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 12, 2015 19:13:32 GMT -8
He didn't reply for a moment, sitting hunched forward with his elbows resting on his knees, hands worrying at each other absently as he gazed intently at the grating on the deck. His shoulders rose high then fell slow, indicating a deep breath and slow exhale, a slight shuddered adding a heavy feel to the motion. His voice was quiet when it came, so much so she may have had to strain to hear it, a hoarse whisper that seemed to contain its own trace of a tremor.
"I have known nothing but war since I was seventeen really. Black ops stuff. Very dirty. We were often sent in before strikes to 'soften up' then enemy and pave the way for an assault..."
He hesitated as thoughts that haunted his dreams flashed through his mind with conscious clarity, musings that he meticulously avoided as a rule. The weight of some of the thing he had done, been forced to do, still caused him considerable pain. Some of the acts he witnessed even more so. Regrets stacked upon the horrors to leave any such good he did taste of bitterness, a congealing rot of acts for the 'greater good'.
His shoulders rose and fell again as another breath added the fuel for more words that hung heavy on his heart.
"Assassination missions more than combat. There were ten of us who graduated seven years ago and only me who has yet to grace the halls of the Manda, all of them dead on some world far from home."
His head came up shining with unshed tears and his hands left their fidgeting to bunch into fists.
"There was no honour in such a death. I held my friend Tarik in my arms as his insides seeped out of a rent in his armour as big as my forearm, ripped open by shrapnel from an ion cannon as it detonated under heavy bombardment. His life force leaking away as he begged me over and over to take him home. We bounced from mission to mission with any downtime to alien a concept for us to properly enjoy, hunching over glasses of Tihaar until it was time to return for duty..."
It was then when he realised with something very close to despair that maybe he was too damaged to ever have any kind of normal life. The image of the family he had intruded upon for breakfast sprung to mind. The happy faces as they gathered around their tiny table to rejoice in the comfort of each others presence. Was that something he could ever have? At this time and place in his life it seemed such a long way away, a nebulous goal he could never attain.
He blinked, allowing the tears to run unchecked down his cheeks, not caring at the show of emotion. With effort he allowed his hands to relax their tensed posture, another heavy sigh escaping him. His eyes found hers and there was so much sadness and horror, forlorn despair that it was likely to touch the heart, a window to a soul torn to shreds by war and strife so early in its life.
"I don't know how to be normal. To have a normal life and to be at ease with other people..."
He smiled sadly.
"I am sorry for your loss. I'm sorry for the hurt you have had in your life. I don't know what Don wanted for the two of us and I don't really care. I felt alive when I was with you and just once saw what it may be like not to ruled by training and past events..."
He rose slowly and took a single step to stand before her, gloved hand reaching out to brush against her neck just below one of the marks.
"Most of all I am sorry if I hurt you."
He dropped his gaze and relaxed his hand, allowing it to start to drop towards his side.
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May 12, 2015 19:29:59 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 19:29:59 GMT -8
It took all the effort Vee had for her mouth to not drop to the floor. He was opening up so easily now, it shocked her. She didn't know what to say, didn't know how to respond to the pain she saw in his eyes. Her heart broke for him, she could understand feeling out of place, she felt the same way most of the time. But it also made her wonder what Taung went through before he died. She pushed the thought away roughly.
Vee listened intently, her own eyes watering at the description of events, not even wanting to think about such things happening. She wanted to reach out and touch him, hug him, kiss him, but she didn't. She just listened.
She stopped breathing when he rose and stood directly in front of her, his cold gloved hand grazing her marked neck. Her eyes didn't move from his. You did hurt me...and I liked it. I felt...She slowly reached out to his face, but hesitated before touching it, letting her hand fall back to her side, leaving her last words unspoken.
"I felt alive with you too, more alive than with anyone, more connected than with anyone, and I don't even know you." she wanted to say. But she couldn't bring herself to, didn't want to risk scaring him away. It terrified her enough as is.I'm sorry for your pain, for what you went through...but I'm also grateful that there are men like you and my husband who are willing to risk everything to keep us safe.
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Post by Cayne on May 12, 2015 19:48:55 GMT -8
He nodded numbly, chin almost touching the top of his breastplate such was the depth of the motion. His hand flopped against his greaves as it listlessly fell down to his side, the energy spent with the emotional release.
Her words were well meant but did little to ease the guilt that went along with the heart-crushing hurt, falling on near-deaf ears as waves of remorse came crushing down upon him. Sure he may have kept people safe but only from people like him. Such evil needing to be countered with evil. There was probably dozens if not hundreds of people who had exchanged similar comforts in defense against acts he had committed, likely finding little solace in the existance of one Sven Garret.
He nodded again, sucking in another breath as his right hand came up to swipe absently at the wetness on his cheeks. His eyes met hers as he forced a smile onto his face, a smile that he didn't really feel inside.
"Vore, cyar'ika. You are kind to say so."
His face grew more solemn, containing an earnestness that had before been absent.
"I will do my job and make no more mention of anything said here today, you have my word. I would not want any awkwardness between us."
I will never hurt you again I don't care how much you liked it...
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May 12, 2015 19:54:13 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 19:54:13 GMT -8
She had hoped he would say...what? What could he possibly say? I want you? Maybe we should....should...what? She was being stupid again.She didn't wait for a response, she simply turned around, her red hair sliding from her shoulder to her back, and stared out the cockpit window, eyes blindly staring at the activity below so he couldn't see her blue-green eyes tear up further, or the pink flush that was creeping up her body to her neck and face. That's it then? Her voice came out as a whisper as her hands were cemented firmly to the board, as if bracing herself for what he would say next. Back to business as usual? She didn't know if she wanted him to say yes or no...she just knew that she never felt with anyone else the way she felt with him. She didn't care why that was, she just knew she may never feel that way again.She suddenly hoped that the bruises would linger...every time she would see or feel them, she would think of him and why he marked her.
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May 13, 2015 6:34:06 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 13, 2015 6:34:06 GMT -8
He hesitated, gazing at her back as she stared out of the viewport.
A thousands responses flashed through his mind but none seemed appropriate, all seeming to tie his tongue should thought of utterance rise to the fore. Her question hung in the air for several heartbeats as he remained still, mind grappling for the best thing to do, some divine inspiration as to what she wanted to hear.
Finally he dipped his head in a nod even though she couldn't see the gesture, removing his helm from where it rested at his hip and moving it up to his head. With it held above his head, a palm to each side, he took one last look at her, eyes tracing the curves as they scoured her from crown to feet and back up, luxuriating in the sight of her, before dropping the visor across his eyes.
Business as usual
His words were acceptance, quietly utter to come forth amid the tangle of distortion afforded by the helm. With a heavy heart he turned and made his way towards the hatchway...
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 7:25:05 GMT -8
Vee fought to maintain composure as she heard his helm seal shut, almost as if he were shielding himself from her. She felt as if her heart sputtered to a stop as his answer came out of the machine, voice distorted, and she heard his heavy footfalls as he left. As soon as the door slide shut, she crumpled into her chair on top of her jacket, choking back a sob that threatened to escape. She grit her teeth, pressing her palms hard enough against the sharp edge of the board to the point where they bled in earnest now. She welcomed the physical pain, it served as a distraction her from the hope that had shattered within her heart. It took her several moments to rally her senses back to the task at hand, taking deep breaths and using every rational she could conjure to convince herself that she was being impractical and immature. Surely if he could so easily dismiss her and remain professional, she could too.
This wasn't the end of the world, was it? No, there were plenty of men out there. Surely she must be in poor shape if just one night with a stranger could make her feel this way...she should have heeded Don's words and put herself on the market far sooner. Play the field, maybe even have a little bit of fun for once. Tomorrow was never certain, so she wouldn't regret what happened between Sven and her, but nor would she linger in heartache when other tomorrows were just as dubious.
She squared her shoulders, brushing her right forearm over her face to remove the tears and fixed her face into a determined expression. She glanced down at her hands as the sting from the cuts intensified now that she was less focused on her inward pain. She sighed heavily as she stood, shaking her head slightly so her heavy, long mane could surround her neck once more to endeavor to hide Sven's marks.
She left the cockpit, making her way to her quarters, leaving her jacket behind and balling her hands to avoid the slight blood from spilling. She knew she had some basic medical supplies in her pack, she could clean and bandage her hands before checking in on Don. She finally made it to her room and slid the door open. What she saw took her aback. Dr. Matango was laying on her bed on his back, coat off now, seemingly fast asleep. Vee studied him, brow creased in confusion. He was a handsome man, dark hair falling over his brow, defined features, long-lashed eyes closed in repose while a wiry form could be noticed now that he no longer wore his cloak. He was attractive in a non-Mandalorian sort of way, not exactly elegant, but not rugged in the least. She was about to wake him, ask him why he was hear, when she noticed a spread of medical supplies and utensils neatly organized throughout the space. She stepped inside, carefully glancing through all the equipment. It was quite a bit of supplies, and of all variety, for the kind of trip they were making. Once again her suspicions flared, wondering if there was something she wasn't being told.
Not seeing her pack among Ronin's belongings, she decided she would take some supplies from his stash instead. She quietly turned from the desk, as it didn't store what she needed, to root through some other caches, when she gasped, throwing her bleeding hands up instinctively as she faced her bed. Easy doctor!
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May 13, 2015 8:34:13 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 13, 2015 8:34:13 GMT -8
The sound of the door opening caught Ronin's attention. No knock, no announcement to alert him to a new presence, and at that they walked quietly. Thief maybe, the medications and pain meds he had would gain a fair profit on the black market.
Controlled breathing, still the guise of sleep covered him, but he counted the steps and listened to where the thief was. The sound of his medical utensils being moved brought his eyes open. With back turned Ronin recognized the rear as that of the Captain. Slowly withdrawing his .48, silencer still attached he stood up and aimed.
As she turned her hands shot up.
"Easy now, what do you think you're doing going through and taking my medical supplies. Don't you know that's kinda rude?!"
His voice came softly, and low not wishing to escalate the situation, after all here he was with the captain at gun point in her room. Well nobody really knew it was the medical bay now.
Lowering the .48 and re-holstering the weapon in the hidden holster in the small of his back Ronin continued to speak, his voice still calm and low. His eyes spotted the blood on her hand, and he knew she wasn't stealing for gain but to mend her wound.
"Now just relax there hun, what happened to your hand? Is anybody else hurt? What happened? "
If there was an emergency and others were hurt Ronin needed to get there asap to help.
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May 13, 2015 8:42:59 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 8:42:59 GMT -8
Vee tipped her head to the side in annoyance as she slowly lowered her hands.She noticed not only the make of the slug, but the fact that the good doctor was wearing wrist blades as his sleeves hitched up slightly with his movement. Why the hell did a doctor have a .48 silencer with him? Why the wrist blades? Vee didn't know what was going on, but all these details were quickly adding up to spell something she wasn't even sure of yet. She was going to have a little pow-wow with Don and Sven about this as soon as she could privately. In the meantime, her sense of self-defense heightened.Everything's fine, keep your boots on. She didn't hide the irritation in her voice as her eyes narrowed, flashing green. Look, doctor, if you haven't noticed, I'm in charge here, and I'll go through whatever supplies I want, got it? As far as rude, what makes you think you can set up shop in my quarters? Despite the stinging hands, she placed her left on her jutted left hip, the other on top of the slug on her right - just in case - as she etched an eyebrow to punctuate her accusation.
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May 13, 2015 9:19:25 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 13, 2015 9:19:25 GMT -8
Ronin smirked as her tone and overall demeanor did a 180. She was a feisty one. Ronin nodded with everyone one of her words until he was sure she had finished. Interrupting a woman would be dangerous. Still with a soft voice to take the edge from his words Ronin spoke.
" Well ma'am the gentileman you handed me over to set me up in here so I had enough room to set up a medical bay if you want to even call it that"
Ronin held his hands out and made a motion of the room
"As for who the boss is, that would be Jeev, the one that hired me to do a job, I only answer to him. If you have issue with that you'll need to take it up with him"
Bringing his hands up and than pressing down as if to help calm the tensions
" Now I'm not trying to usurp your authority, but my job partially intels those medical supplies you just took. I've personally paid for all of them and keep inventory of all I have. If an emergency situation does arise and i have people taking my supplies without my knowledge I could easily run out with us in the middle of nowhere."
Stepping forward Ronin reached put for the wounded hand and motioned for her to sit on the table. His features soft and non threatening, almost kind and caring. That was on the outside and was Ronin good at hiding himself and creating a false reality! Inside Ronin was ready to slit her pretty little throat had she so much as tugged on that pistol
"Now please let me do my job and patch you up!"
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May 13, 2015 14:17:06 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 13, 2015 14:17:06 GMT -8
He had already made his way down the corridor that ran from the bridge to the access hatch into the hold by the time he realised that he hadn't reported any of the structural scans he had taken to her. He contemplated going back for all of a second before deciding to find Don instead and report his findings to him. While the microfractures and inconsistencies would probably hold up through the trip the stresses they could put on the integrity of the hull was something that made him uneasy, though he'd be the first to admit that his knowledge of such things was limited.
His boots thumped heavily onto the decking of the upper hold after he slid down the ladder, turning in place to immediately march down the corridor towards the cavernous space.
The upper hold was filled with some of the smaller items and cargo crates on the manifest, it being easier to maneuver and lift into the doors mounted two-thirds of the way up the hull. The mercenaries were still sorting out their little area of deck space, securing weapons and storing supplies.
Checking his chrono as he approached Sven slowed to a stop and gestured Berrik over, waiting as the man slide a vibroblade back into a sheath and dropped it down on her sleeping mat. With the casual ease of one who quickly adapted to his environment he made his way over and inclined his head in greeting.
=Berrik=
"Elek, ruus'alor?"
The rank was honourary but appropriate in this instances, one of commander being a little too high for his pay grade.
He glanced over the armoured shoulder of Berrik at the others before returning his gaze to the rugged features in front of him.
Hiibir te traat'aliit jaon at te Oyu'baat bal ganar kai'tome. Ni olaror stokah'ir.
Berrik looked at him shrewdly, eyebrow rising and lip twitching.
=Berrik=
"Copaani gar ganarir te waadas?"
Sven grimaced slightly at the question but couldn't blame the man. With a slow nod he clapped the man on the shoulder as he passed, heading off in search of Don.
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May 13, 2015 15:17:27 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 15:17:27 GMT -8
She could feel ire bubble up inside of her, her stomach churning, already upset about what went down with Sven. Who did this doctor think he was? And why did he think she need his help with her hands? She was no weakling. And why didn't Don tell her about the arrangements? Typical. She was going to wring his neck. And Jeev...why didn't she know about Matango beforehand, and why did the doctor think she had no authority over him? She was going to com him as soon as she was done with this little discussion, there was no way she was going to put up with some aruetii not listening to her on her own damn mission.
She held up a finger of her left hand with a scowl, keeping her right on the slug, out of habit more than anything else. In true mando'a fashion, her eyes didn't waver from his, glaring at him as if she were trying to burn a hole through his head. First, does it look like I took any of your shit? She waved her hand up and down her body. No, I didn't. Second, I don't give two shits about Jeev, I'm the captain, and if you can't handle that, you can get off the damn boat and go back to whatever shit aruetii planet you came from. Now where the hell did you put my pack?
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May 13, 2015 15:46:44 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 15:46:44 GMT -8
Speeding down to the planet's surface from above was a single HWK-290, heavily upgrade and outfitted with an ion cannon, blaster cannons and projectile launchers along with enhanced shielding. Its sole occupant was its pilot, a human Mandlorian from the clan Ordo, Conall Ordo. He was the nephew of his clan's chieftain, though in many aspects was completely different from the man who's bloodline he shared, including the strength of his stance against the Force. Well . . . he really didn't care one way or the other about it, but he would stand by the way his clan stood if it were questioned. Also different from his clan;s Aliit'alor, Conall would strive to impress any lady he could, so long as they looked halfway decent to him, which would often lead him to trouble.
The man was clad in orange and black armor, with a little gray as an accent, or maybe just indication of where paint had rubbed off the beskar'gam. His buy'ce sat flush on his crown, him using a fully interactive HUD to examine targets and potential hazards as his craft continued to swoop effortlessly closer and closer to the city of Keldabe.
There! His HUD locked onto a vacant pad which he turned his ship toward, guiding it into a proper landing approach vector. With a hissing of pistons and gears, the nose of the craft flare upward before the ship would sit gracefully down on previously non extended landing gears. Upon landing, Conall removed his buy'ce and sat it on the dash of his cockpit, allowing himself enough room to turn in his seat and eventually exit the ship and make for sure footing on the ground.
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May 13, 2015 17:30:15 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 13, 2015 17:30:15 GMT -8
My did she have a temper on her, and buck like a show pony she did. Unfortunately she flew for Jeev meaning though she might be captain of the ship, but she didnt own the ship.
Ronin motioned for the table once more, his voice still soft, yet firm.
"You seem tense, now let me do my job and look at your hand already after all that's what I'm being paid for. Unfortunately I've been paid by YOUR boss to do a job, so I'm unable to leave the ship the company owns as par my contract with him. If you wish to continue being angry, and insulting me please contact him now, and save me the lecture."
Ronin leaned against the table, his blue grey eyes locked with hers. He wasn't about to go tail between his legs
"Now I can tell you're under alot of stress and normally don't lash out like this. You know as well as I do Jeev isn't someone you want to call angry or piss him off, which if you come at him as you're now you risk losing your position and your ship."
Ronin patted the table and stepped back to clear room
"How about we both take a deep breath, start over, and for the love of whatever God you believe in let me do my damn job, it's not a matter of strength or weakness, but the fact I'm a damned doctor! "
Ronin grabbed the gauze, and antibiotic cream placing it on the table. Than with a smile he pulled out a container, opened it and handed it to Vee. Inside was an assortment or lollipops, chocolate, and other candies
"Eat some chocolate and get on the table please"
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May 13, 2015 17:50:19 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 17:50:19 GMT -8
With his patronizing words, Vee saw red. So he was going to tell her what she was feeling? He was going to tell her how to talk to Jeev? He was going to advise her on how to perform her job? He was actually. Going. To. Offer. Her. Candy. Like a fucking child. Vee wanted to blow his balls off with her blaster.The grip on her slug tightened as she fought against drawing it. She was so mad, she couldn't even say a word. Instead, she slowly reached out with her left hand as if to take the box of candy, put instead nonchalantly smacked it to the side, causing some to spill onto the deck. I'll ask you one. More. Time. She tried to keep her voice as controlled as possible, but there was undeniable rage behind her words. Where. Is. My. Pack? If he didn't answer her this time, she was going to ransack her quarters to find where he put her belongings, his medical supplies be damned.
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