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May 13, 2015 18:49:55 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 13, 2015 18:49:55 GMT -8
She went through his things, acted like a bitch, and smacked his candy dish; why couldn't he just run this bitch through right here and right now?!
Truth be told he never touched her things, but that funny looking bag by the door sure looked like it. Maybe she was on her period, or just needed to get laid.
"Your not exactly a people person are you? I never touched your pack, but if I had to guess it's that thing by the door."
Ronin pointed to it, putting the candy dish down, his peace offering. He strode past the fuming woman and made a line for the door. Ronin spoke as he walked not looking at Vee, his back to her
"Take some of the ointment with you for your wound. I'm going to take a walk."
As the door opened Ronin stood in the doorway, he looked back briefly. Yes he was an outsider, but that didn't grant her permission to insult him as she had.
"I'll be back in a bit. Verd ori'shya beskar'gam."
(Translation"A warrior is more than (his) armor" )
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May 13, 2015 19:04:36 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 19:04:36 GMT -8
Vee stood very still, her eyes never once leaving Ronin's form, not even to glance at her supposed pack by the door. When he spoke in mando'a, implying HE was mando, she became so enraged that her hands began to shake.She didn't know where Jeev unearthed this guy, but she was afraid that if he remained on board, she would end up killing him. And if not her, should he swing his bullshit around to anyone else, a broken face would be the last of his worries. She was sure she far more restraint than anyone else on the boat. Don would have already engaged him. Good. Idea. She was barely able to choke out the words, so great was her rage.She decided the best thing to do was to not move a muscle until after he had left. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to trust herself with her actions. He might end up walking out with a broken neck.
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May 13, 2015 19:15:24 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 13, 2015 19:15:24 GMT -8
Maybe some time was needed so she could calm down, come to her senses, and think straight. Plus he wanted to physically see his true job detail, and walk the ship a bit. It was night outside as he made it to the lowest of the levels, the sensation couldn't be missed by those who were connected to the force. Buried under multiple heavy crates it sat hidden from sight. Ronin definitely didn't like the idea of what was on the ship let alone it being under his feet at all times. Had it not been for a good cause and the pay matching the dangers this job posed, he definitely wouldn't be here. Still the Captain was making it difficult with her bitchy attitude, but God that body looked good
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 5:09:54 GMT -8
Even after Ronin left, Vee didn't move an inch as anger still vibrated through her. Needing to release it somehow, she violently pushed all of the equipment off the table in an irate rush, picking up the candy dish immediately off the floor and throwing it at the now-closed door that Ronin had just exited through as a low growl escaped her lips. She stood there panting with anger, her hands balled up so tightly than the pain drew her back to her original goal.
Di'kut! The word ran through her mind as she stomped to the door to grab what was indeed her pack. She slung it over one shoulder and exited, still glowering as she marched the short distance to Don's quarters. She would take Don's, and Don could figure out where he wanted to stay. At this point, she didn't even care if she and Don bunked together. She was used to bunking with other people, even of the opposite sex. Quarters were always tight on Basalisk and didn't aid in privacy or modesty. But there was no way she was going to share a room with that doctor. She'd sooner trek to Manda and listen to Don's chatter the entire trip. She immediately palmed open Don's door, not caring if she walked in on him or not. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd done so.
There was no one in Don's, just his pack at the end of the double bed. Vee tossed hers on the bed, sitting down heavily next to it. She unzipped and rummaged through the inside pockets until she found her own medicated ointment and bandages. The bed creaked as she stood to walk to the humble'fresher, cleansing her hands before applying the cream and bandaging the left first, then the right, wrapping it around her palms. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun next, not caring anymore if people saw the bruising. She didn't know if it was due to her activity, emotional turmoil or the fact the air conditioning units weren't working well, but it was starting to become warmer than usual in the boat.
She plopped down on the edge of the bed once more and pulled out her comlink.She was going to have to set things straight with Jeev. Didn't he know anything about this Dr. Matango before he sent him here? They needed to stay focused on what Vee was suspecting to be a far more dangerous mission than anticipated, and having the aruetii doctor around was sure to cause unwanted tension.She didn't want to have to throw anyone into the brig.
Jeev.
H'rel. I've met this Dr. Matango that you sent.
There was a long pause, as if he was expecting her to say more....is there a problem, H'rel? His voice was coarse.
Yes. He's not meshing well with the crew, his lack of understanding of our culture is causing unwanted and unneeded strain, and I'm concerned that fighting might break out if he's not removed.
There was another long pause, filled with a tension Vee couldn't understand. Deal with it. He stays.
But Jeev, he-
You don't have a choice. Jeev's voice was harsh.The client chose to put him on board, and this haul is too profitable to give it up over your differences with the man. Work it out, because I'm sure that Kandusi would be able to handle this haul just fine, aruetii or not, suvarir, vod?
Vee grit her teeth, confused, surprised and annoyed all at once. Her voice was tight when she spoke next. Suvarir.
Anything else?
Yes. We've never had a doctor on board before, nor have we had security forces in this number...is there something I should know? Anything I should be prepared for?
Jeev paused for another long moment. This client is particular, and has the money to indulge his...paranoia. You shouldn't be concerned any more than you would for any other assignment.
Matango said he only answers to you, is that true?
He is under your authority, unless he's performing the work he was hired to do. Practicing medicine, for example. His expertise trumps your command in that situation.
Vee relaxed a little at that. That's all I needed to know. Thank you, Jeev. We won't let the company or the client down.
Let me know if you need anything else. The line went dead.
Vee reflected upon what Jeev said for several long moments. She didn't know if the client was paranoid for good reason, or out of needless worry. She didn't ask Jeev because, either way, she wasn't going to step down so Kandusi could take the haul. The mando was a braggart and Vee wouldn't help enlarge his pride by stepping down. He was a condescending asshole, especially to her, not because he looked down upon her gender, but because he wanted to bed her, and tried to many times. She often wondered in those moments if he realized he was being condescending, but figured he was too wrapped up in his own ego and trying to impress her that he didn't. Not that his enormous ego was without good reason. He was an extremely good pilot and fair captain, though rough around the edges. Women loved him, as he was big and burly, making even Vee, at 5'11, feel small. But he was loud, and though he was good at his job, an excellent fighter and was decently intelligent, she was pretty sure he had more muscle than brain.
No, there was no way she was going to give Kandusi the satisfaction. She decided she would discuss her concerns with Don and Sven, though...Don would know this haul was unique, but Sven didn't, and she wanted to be sure they were prepared just in case the client's fears were realized...whatever that would be.
Vee's stomach let out a low rumble. She realized just then that she had been so caught up in thinking about Sven and their meeting that she had skipped lunch. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Too late for lunch, but she could grab an early dinner. She contemplated returning home to eat, but she didn't want to take the time to commute back and forth. She decided to grab a bite at the little bar around the corner, she often ate there when she was working. That brought up the question of where she was going to sleep tonight. She should go home and tell her "parents" goodbye before she left, but at the same time, she wanted to stick around the ship and make sure there were no hiccups.
She waved off the thought. She could think about that over dinner.
She told her comlink to call Don.
What's up boss?
Track down Sven and both of you meet me at the Doslanir Goyust bar in the next 30. I need to update you both before we finish up tonight.
Got it, alor'ad.
Shut up, Don.
She cut the com and stood, a few tendrils of red hair falling around her face from the bun. She left the ship without her jacket, making her way down the gangplank as she watched the activity below.
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May 14, 2015 12:00:30 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 14, 2015 12:00:30 GMT -8
Sven had walked with the mercenaries as they made their way off of the ship, standing by the open bay doors as they exited the hangar and headed off towards the Oyu'baat a few blocks to the west. The cargo had mostly been loaded and the workers were winding down, packing up the stuff and getting ready to head home. Sven had spied Don over near the coolant lines and had wondered over to offer his report. He got the reaction he had expected. Resigned resignation and the assertion that there wasn't enough time to do anything about it now. That they didn't have a mechanic was something that they both felt concerned about though Dons repeated insistence that he was as qualified as any to maintenance a ship took some of the worry out of the issue.
Leaving the bay with the last of the workers Sven had begun the wearily anticipated process of deflecting Dons questions about him and Vee when his cousins comlink tones. It was only a moment before Don nooded and smirk, uttering the words "Got it, alor'ad before closing the device. Sven, holding his helmet in his right hand as he walked, arched an eyebrow toward his cousin, his look questioning.
"Captain wants us to meet her."
He said it in a casual and offhand manner yet his eye searched Svens face with the scrutiny of a predator looking for weakness. With the thought of her once again robbing him of even a modicum of control Svens face went through emotional expressions so quickly it looked like he was having a seizure. Hope, trepidation, concern, despair and more all jockeyed for dominance only to be shunted aside by a casual indifference that was so fake that Don had to restrain a laugh.
"How did she sound?"
Don snickered as they stepped aside to allow some traffic to pass them. It was darkening rapidly now and the vehicles had their running lights on, the glare causing both cousins to shield their eyes.
"Stressed. Pissed off. The usual after a days work."
Dons words were still carefree and indifferent yet ever word was weighed and measured, his eyes continuing to search Svens features. After the initial round of evasions Don had quickly come to realise that there was something deeper going on her than your average awkwardness following a one night stand. There was an emotional wreckage here that made him a little uneasy and had his curiosity burning for answers.
He watched as Sven lapsed into silence for a few paces before he grabbed his cousin by the arm and yanked him into a doorway, spinning so as to pin the armoured man against the a wall. Though Sven was the warrior by trade Don was no slouch, easily as strong as his armoured kin.
"Look Sven... He thrust his jaw out as he spoke, eyes narrowing as they stared face to face. I want to know what happened last night. Its not because I am curious anymore but because I care about you both. This shit is not healthy for either of you and its certainly not healthy for the job."
He released the chestplate he had been holding onto and made a show of patting it straight, sweeping the occasional bit of dirt from it.
"Now talk."
And Sven did. He spoke haltingly at first but with increasing candor, an edge of desperation creeping in towards the end. He told of how their passion had run so deep that neither of them seemed to know what to do about, the night ending with estrangement and mistrust. He spoke of their conversation today, of how she had opened up to him a little, causing his own floodgates to open. Finally he lamented her cold insistence that they get on with the job they were doing and make no more mention of such fantasies.
Sven hadn't really been paying attention to where they were going but now looked around as Don lapsed into a thoughtful silence. The streets were unfamiliar to him and he frowned as he slowed and looked back the way they had come. They were still very close to the spaceport so he assumed Don had been leading him around as he spoke in order to allow for the story to come out.
"This isn't the way to the 'Baat..."
He finally stopped, causing Don to stop also, looking around with a blink of his eyes.
"What? No. We're not going to the 'Baat."
He gestured to a building ahead with a faded sign saying 'Doslanir Goyust' in foot-tall red letters. Don resumed his walk causing Sven to jog ahead slightly to gain his side.
"We can meet the guys later." Don continued as he pushed open the door to the cantina and looked around for sight of Vee, holding the door so Sven could enter. He did so and allowed his gaze to meander around the interior, doing his usual threat analysis of a strange place.
It wasn't as large as the Oyu'baat but that was a given really considering the fame and notoriety of the planets number one drinking establishment. A rather dingy affair it was obviously a place designed for the need of those stopping only briefly on planet before once again taking to ship. Also likely due to its proximity to the spaceport there were a lot more foreigners her than one would find at the 'Baat, spacers of every ilk occupying tables and bar stools.
"There she is."
Dons words broke his reverie and his gaze followed the gesture to a table near the back, a shadowy booth that sat in a deep indent in the wall. Following Don Sven allowed his gaze to rove around, looking anywhere but at Vee where he knew his mind would be swallowed by his heart.
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May 14, 2015 12:00:51 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 14, 2015 12:00:51 GMT -8
Outside the ship after Vee, Don, Sven left to meet up
The Sith acolyte had been scoping out the area for days, he along with his three mercs had kept tabs on who entered and exited the ship. The moment couldn't have been more perfect, the head of security, a rather large and formidable looking mando, the captain, Co pilot, as well as the security had all left leaving a few dock, and maintenance workers around and in the ship. They initially planned on a grab and go of the merchandise but why not just grab the whole damn ship?!
The three mercs had done work with the Sith before and though they didn't enjoy working with the magician the coin made their discomfort all the easier to swallow.
Reaching out in the force the Sith felt it right away within the lower levels of the ship, just a confirmation it was still their. Had the aura around the item not been so large the Sith would have felt Ronin near it meditating. The force signiture of it seemed to cloak Ronin.
Quick, and deadly with no witnesses. The four figures fanned out, the cover of night hiding them. Any they met had their throat slit, no resistance as they boarded the ship
Inside the ship
Ronin felt the tendrils reaching out near him, he thanked whatever Gods saw to it that whoever was searching never felt him. This was happening this soon? It hadn't even been 24hrs and already he was about to earn his pay. Standing and pulling his .48-caliber Enforcer pistol he made his way to the entrance of the upper level of the cargo hold. His mission wasn't to protect any unfortunate soul that might die but to protect this item at all costs. Leaning against the wall anyone entering would have to pass by him allowing him the advantage of an ambush. Hiding his force signiture he prepared himself. Somewhere in the ship the sound a scream echoed out only to be cut short; they were on their way.
The thud of a body hitting the ground was the first thing that alarmed Ronin, maybe a dozen yards and closing. The footfalls seemed to echo in his ears as it grew louder, as it grew closer. From out of the door way two figures ran past followed by a third. Ronin grabbed the gunman from behind plunging a blade into his temple, his pistol already coming up and taking aim on the two other gunman.
A shadow grew from behind Ronin stretching out past him, he had been flanked. Squeezing off a round Ronin spun on his heels just in time to use the meat bag as a human shield. A red saber arched out cutting the belly open of the shield where Ronin's spine had been only moments earlier.
Kicking the body at the sith, Ronin rolled out of the way. The sith flung the body out of the way with the force. The lifeless corpse flying through the air spilling blood and innards over the ground and crates. Blaster bolts wizzed over his head as he slipped between some crates and out of sight.
Ronin circled around the Sith looking for an opening. No words were exchanged as Ronin moved out, blades swinging, each one was met with the saber as they began their dance. The last of the gunman trained his gun on the two waiting for his own opening.
The sith arched his blade down as if to cut Ronin down the middle from head to toe, Ronin side stepped to his right knocking the blade aside. With an opening Ronin stabbed out, the soft flesh from under the Sith's chin met the cold blade as Ronin stood in and up into the head. The body went limp, and was pushed off the blade
A searing pain brought Ronin's attention to his thigh, he had been shot, time slowed, the leg buckled and Ronin went to his knee. Twisting he fell his side, but now had an open shot, a quick squeeze of his pistol sent the large round through the chest of the gunman knocking him back. He was dead before his body hit the ground. Though time had been moving slowly do Ronin this was one movement for from time he was shot to the point of returning fire.
Reaching up Ronin's hand found the top of a crate which was used to prop himself up. He reached out in the force and felt no more threats near by or on the ship. Holstering the pistol, and retracting the write blades he limped out of the lower hold, he had a wound to mend and there maybe others that needed help.
Luckily for him there weren't many on board and so casualties were kept to 6 or 7 unfortunate souls who's only sin was being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Their bodies boasted gunshots to the head, slit throats or for a few were simply beheaded, saber wound.
Using the wall as leverage he made his way up several levels to his room where he was met with a mess. Medical supplies strewn about, his candy all over the floor
"Kriffing bitch"
Ronin left the room door open, and limped to the table grabbing the tools he would need to stitch the thigh would up. With a wince he sat upon the makeshift operation table and got to work. The room and bodies could be cleaned up later, hell let the dear ol captain do it.
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May 14, 2015 14:03:57 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 14:03:57 GMT -8
After yelling at a few loaders herself (what was up with their lazy asses today? she wondered), Vee made her way to Doslanir Goyust bar as she had so many times before, knowing the path as she knew the back of her hand. She remembered when she first visited with Ust, as they only had a few hours before they needed to head out again. She had just become a co-pilot, still warming to the lifestyle of a spacer, and had been more than a little nervous then. She found the irony that she could fight, tame and ride dragons, but was anxious around this seedy bunch. Since that time, she had frequented the Cross Roads several times a week when she was in port, and was known as a regular. The stares had turned mostly into waves, salutes and friendly greetings now, save for a few who still liked to oogle her. She certainly was a different woman than the woman she was 2 years ago.
She had made her way into the dingy bar, waving at Elo the bar tender with a smile, feeling herself relax after the long day.
What's wrong with your neck, mesh'la? Start dating a dragon? The older mando laughed at his own quip. Vee's smile faltered slightly.
Wouldn't you like to know, you ol' charmer. She made her way to the back in her usual spot as a few of the occupants laughed good-naturely behind her. Almost as soon as she sat down, Bandi bought over a shot of tihaar and watched her down it. Rough day?
Aren't they all?
Bandi nodded. The usual? Extra spicy?
Absolutely, but Don and his cousin are coming, so I'll have it after they order. Tell Buus su'cuy for me, won't you?
You got it Vee. When are you heading out?
Tomorrow.
Where to?
Coruscant.
Bandi whistled. Jate jate'kara, cyar'ika.
Vor'e.
Vee could feel the warmth starting to spread from the tihaar as Bandi stepped into the back. Her heart almost stopped as out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Sven walking towards her, but quickly realized it was just a mando whose armor was smiliar in trim. She hoped the alcohol would loosen her enough to not be so high-strung around Sven, but her reaction to the armor said differently. She waited, nerves on edge, both yearning to see him while at the same time she thought about leaving and having Don debrief him after she explained things to her co-pilot.
Before she could make up her mind, Sven walked through the entrance, followed by the dark-haired Don. Her heart began to beat as if it were trying to come out of her rib cage, while her mouth became dry and a pink hue crept up her neck and to her cheeks. Despite the fact that Sven hadn't so much as glanced at her as they walked over confused her a bit...mandos always looked at each other head on, as Don was doing now. He was smiling with a hint of knowing in it, but Vee couldn't register what it was. Knowing Don, it could be absolutely anything.
She scoot over as Don sat down to her left, expecting him to continue to move so Sven could sit next to him. He didn't, though, remaining firmly in place as he waved down Juyka. A round of shots, cyar'ika? Juy preened slightly (she loved Don) before hurrying off to the bar. Vee stared at Don expectantly as he turned to look at her with a smile, then moved his gaze Sven, as if surprised the mando was still standing.
Are you going to stand all night, cousin? His smile widened with a bit of mischief in it now. He gestured to the empty seat next to Vee. Have a seat, won't you?
Vee felt her cheeks become hotter and her pulse race as if she had just sprint. She fought to do the polite thing though, and looked up at Sven. Su'cuy, Sven. Her voice came out a little too breathy.
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May 14, 2015 14:38:00 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 14, 2015 14:38:00 GMT -8
He finally looked down with a small smile and dipped his head in a gesture of greeting, giving the place another sweep of his gaze before dropping heavily into the seat opposite Don with a grunt.
"Su'cuy, Vee."
He matched her tone yet without the trace of sigh her added breath created, the words seeming formal despite his attempt not to have them so. His helmet clunked as he set it down on the table, running his right hand through his sandy hair then roughing it across his scalp in an attempt to clear the brain beneath.
Although seeing her had its usual polarising effect on anything remotely resembling sense within his hick Concordian brain, it was the bar itself that had distracted him. He couldn't believe he had never been here before much less never heard of the joint. True his visits to Keldabe hadn't been hugely frequent over the last few years but he had been here enough to have thought he knew most of the hangouts in the city. That the place was dominated by the offworlders that frequented the spaceport was perhaps one reason it hadn't come to his attention, and his gaze kept moving as he kept a weather eye on the denzies, eyes reflecting their mistrust.
"Good idea to keep all the aruetiise in one place..."
The words were softly spoken, barely more than a murmur as his eyes continued to move, like a thought spoken out loud. Finally his gaze returned to those opposite him, flickering past Don to lose itself in Vee's green orbs for a few heartbeats. Finally they flickered back to Don with a look of annoyance.
"What?"
His forehead creased heavily in a frown and his chin jutted out belligerently, as if daring Don to give voice to anything that would embarrass him in front of Vee.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 16:15:35 GMT -8
Vee's brow furrowed as she looked from Don to Sven, then back again. Don had a smirk on his face that he was trying to hide behind his hand and failing.
Nothing, nothing at all. Vee looked at Sven and rolled her eyes as if to say, "Typical Don." right as Juyka sat the shots down at their booth table. Vee prayed to the gods that Don wouldn't say anything about what she told him that morning about her and Sven. If Sven wasn't interested, all she could do was move on, and the last thing she needed was Don's big mouth making this more awkward than it already was. She turned back to her co-pilot as her bandaged right hand picked up the shot glass.
Are you sure Don? She etched an eyebrow at him that said, "I'll kill you if you say anything.", thankful that Sven couldn't see her face at this angle.
Don shot back the glass, still smiling as he righted his head. I'm positive, captain.
Vee eyed him for a heartbeat longer before sitting back so she could see both Don and Sven at the same time a bit better.She wanted them to report before she told them anything about Ronin or Jeev. She decided to start with Don first, hoping it would give her time to acclimate to Sven's provocative presence I have a couple things I need to discuss with you, but first, Don, how did your day go? Was everything productive? She took her shot as she waited for his response.
Don sobered a bit, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. Everything has pretty much been loaded...though, according to Terry and Sven's readouts, the ship is in pretty bad shape. I'm not sure why we were assigned it, given how important this haul has said to be, but if Terry doesn't give us some good news tonight, I don't know if we may be heading out tomorrow. He shrugged his shoulders at the last, as if both apologizing to Vee and trying to soften the blow of his statement. Otherwise...everyone's here and doing what they're supposed to do. I set up the doctor in your quarters since he needed room for a med bay. He seemed happy with it, but I haven't seen him since.
Vee sighed with exasperation. Yes, I went up there and found him. Next time give me a heads up, will you? There's no way I'm bunking in there with him, so I'm going to stay with you in your room.
His answer came quickly. But Sven's bunking with me, isn't that right Sven? Don didn't wait for his cousin to answer. But...I mean, if you really want the space...I could always bunk with the grunts or the doctor, you know, keep an eye on them for you, and you and Sven can take the room...I don't mind.
Vee's mouth opened slightly, her eyes blinking. She was still trying to formulate a proper response when Bandi came back around. Hey Don! You and your cousin ready to order?
I'll have my usual...Don glanced over to Sven with a wink. What'll you have?
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May 14, 2015 16:49:41 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 14, 2015 16:49:41 GMT -8
With a grunt that basically said "Yeah. Right..." Sven met Vee's eyes and flashed a shy smile at the conspiratorial nature of her look. He schooled his features back into the grim mask he normally wore in places where he was unsure as to the intent of the other beings around, leaning back slightly so the serving girl could place a shot in front of him.
"Vore, buc'ya."
The murmured words were met by a coy smile as she folded the tray under her arm and moved away, stopping at a few other tables as she went. Sven let his hand rest on the glass but made no move to drink it, his finger and thumb absently rolling the glass back and forth between them.
He let his eyes wander as she spoke but found them drawn irrevocably back to her features, as if finding their way home after a long and troublesome journey. He watched the shadows deepen as she leaned back slightly, the dim lighting sending a strange flare of colour across the right side of her delicate features. From his position it gave her a supernatural aspect, like some mythical flame spirit made flesh by some divine rite. Every aspect of her seeemd to stand out to him as time seemed to slow. The tightening of her eyes and the slight parting of her lips as she sighed out the fire of her shot. The slight wrinkle of her brow as she frowned at Don's words. The shade of a dimple as she breathed out her ire...
His eyes blinked at the conversation accelerated, Don scrambling as he fired words out in quick succession. Sven's mouth opened to say that he had no knowledge of his staying with Don but the man had already bulled ahead so Sven clapped his mouth closed again... Only to have it drop open once more. A slow flush crept up his features while his mind clamoured for him to sing out at what a great idea it was...
His eyes burned daggers up at the serving girl at her interruption though she seemed happily oblivious to his annoyance.
"Steak. Rare. With all the trimmings."
His eyes returned to Vee, searching for her reaction to Don's outrageous suggestion. With a questioning expression and a tilt of his eyebrow he gave her a "Well...?" kind of look, hoping she would find the idea of merit, yet fearing she would feel such familiarity as sharing lodgings would be unprofessional.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 17:34:09 GMT -8
Vee couldn't stop staring at Don in shock, not even trying to hide her expression. As Sven ordered, the co-pilot smirked at Vee and gave her a wink as well. She widened her green-blue eyes at him that said "I am going to kill you.", before sneaking a side-glance at Sven to see his reaction. Vee was equally as shocked that there was a question etched on his handsome features, as if he was seriously considering it.
Vee snapped her mouth shut, her eyes still wide as she and Sven locked gazes for several long moments while her brain scrambled to make sense of this turn of events. Well, if he was strong enough to do it, then so was she. Plus, this could be good...Don could keep an eye on the doctor. She dragged her eyes from Sven's over to Don, who was now leaning back in the booth with wide eyes and an innocent smile. Vee knew it was a complete farce, but the idea of Don watching Ronin was an appealing one...at least that's what she told herself before she spoke her next words. That's an excellent idea, Don...you can keep an eye on Dr. Matango for me.
Don's smile immediately dropped into a confused frown. Why?
Vee ignored him, turning to face Sven again. You want to bring your pack up to the room after we eat? Or were you going to get different lodgings tonight? I'm staying on the boat to keep an eye on things.
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May 14, 2015 18:29:05 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 14, 2015 18:29:05 GMT -8
He held her gaze like a boss, he thought as the moments ticked by, his hand still casually rolling the glass. As soon as her gaze left his he slammed back the drink to quell the inner turmoil such a feat had generated within him, putting far more concentration into the setting down of the empty vessel that was needed.
Her hesitation had given him hope that perhaps she would seek to rekindle any thought of something between them, though he was careful not to look too much into her pause. Still, anything was better that outright refusal right? When she spoke he couldn't help but feel and incredulity at her words despite his hope, showing that he never truly believed she would find the arrangement acceptable.
He somehow managed to keep his expression steady despite the need to both widen his eyes in shock and plaster a goofy grin across his lips. Instead he compromised with a look of mild curiosity that he couldn't help from generating a smile as Don's expression changed from smug satisfaction to dubious concern.
"I... ah..."
Her question had totally side-swiped him, leaving him floundering for an answer. He wanted to say he had no plans and would do whatever she fancied, especially if that involved those long legs twirling around him. A mental slap in the face steadied the ship as he recalled his words with Berrik earlier.
"Well... I need to go and see to the mercs at the 'Baat."
He looked decidedly pissed off at the fact now, his eyes lowering along with his voice, the latter adopted a low grumble as he picked at a chip in the table top.
"I told them to go and get something to eat and that we'd see to the tab..."
He looked up, realising that such an inclusion of them in the deal may be a bit presumptuous.
"Out of their pay of course."
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May 14, 2015 18:55:10 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 18:55:10 GMT -8
It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but that didn't mean he would be out all night, did it? It was just as well...probably better she asleep when he came in, if he came in at all. But he was doing his job, and of course that came first. "Business as usual".Vee hid her disappointment with a curt nod, bringing her bandaged hands up to the table, entwining them. When we're done here, I'll give you the credit card the company gave me for things like this...you can use it to pay for their meals, but their drinks will have to be on them.
With a sigh, she turned back to Don. Anything else I need to know?
No, that's pretty much it...but what about Dr. Matango?
I'll get to that....speaking of mercs, how is everything with them? She turned her eyes back on Sven. Anything I need to know?
The food came at that moment, Juy carefully balancing the dishes to the table in front of them.
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May 14, 2015 19:25:34 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 14, 2015 19:25:34 GMT -8
Her reaction was what he had expected; a business-like nod that was coolly calculated and devoid of emotion. Yet something about her eyes...
He moved his helmet across to his left hand side in anticipation of their meals arriving, pulling off his gauntlets while he nodded his understanding about the credit card. It showed a certain amount of trust which was noteable, something which he was fairly surprised at considering him being a newcomer to the crew. Setting his crushgaunts down next to his helmet it was then that he noticed her hands, wrapped heavily in bandages.
His hands reached out to take hers gentle, turning them over so the palms faced upwards and cutting her off as she began to ask him about the mercenaries.
"What the hell? What happened to your hands?"
The outburst surprised him for a moment, the mingled concern and anger creating a heady tonic in his mind. He felt guilt for not noticing earlier and a deeper sense of remorse for not being there to protect her from such hurt. He knew such thoughts were a bit wayward but he couldn't seem to help himself, his attention and anger suddenly shifting to Don, for some reason finding his cousins lack of notice disturbing.
Dangerous eyes flickered to the right to skewer Don with a glare, ignoring the arrival of the food.
"Did you know about this?"
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May 15, 2015 4:27:29 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 4:27:29 GMT -8
Don's eyes narrowed in a "What the fuck?" at Sven, before they rolled into the back of his head. He turned to Vee with mock anger and concern, puffing out his chest. Yeah, young lady...what the hell happened to your hands, and how come you didn't report it immediately to us? He immediately dropped the charade, glancing back at Sven while he picked up his fork, Better? He stabbed a root vegetable and shoved it into his mouth hungrily.
Sven's touch sent an electric shock through Vee. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice, ignoring Don as she her eyes didn't move from Sven's face. His sudden concern and hands holding hers rendered her speechless. I...I cut them, on the edge of the control board in the cockpit, after we had our talk this morning...it was an accident. she tagged on unconvincingly. She forgot everything around her as she gazed at the Concordian, sound and faces fading away, accept for his, as she prayed that he not let go of her hands.
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Post by Cayne on May 15, 2015 12:23:38 GMT -8
He let go of her hands rather reluctantly as his stomach made war with his heart for control of his motor functions, the former winning out as the smell of his steaks drifted up to him from the plate at his side. Flashing Don a frown that was only a twist of the lip away from a glare he pulled the plate in front of him, eyes lifting to Vee's face as a look of obscure remorse across his feature, dropping back down to the plate in morose misery.
He had caused her hurt again it seemed. She had injured herself following their 'discussion' putting the reason squarely upon him and his continued existence in her life. His mind lamented silently as he attacked the food woodenly, no longer savouring the aroma or taste, dwelling in sullen guilt on his inability to cease causing her pain.
"You should have that doctor look at them..."
He spoke around a mouthful of food, never raising his eyes from his plate, his motions mechanical and abstract in the extreme.
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 14:25:56 GMT -8
Vee blinked as the moment abruptly ended, quickly trying to recover her composure by making an act of noticing her food and avoiding Sven. She picked up her spoon as she said Speaking of the doctor...I did go to him with my hands, and learned a bit about him. She took a spoon to her bowl. First, he's a big mouth who doesn't know a damn about Mandalorians...I wanted to choke the guy out, ended up bandaging my own hands because I couldn't spend a second longer in his presence. Secondly, I don't think he's just a doctor. He was packing some heat, wrist blades and a .48 with a silencer. She scooped up some noodles in her soup, pausing with them mid air as she glanced at Don. I commed Jeev, I complained about Matango, I said he might offend crew members and provoke fighting...but Jeev says the client personally asked for the doctor to be on board. We're going to be stuck with him, which is why I need you, she nodded at Don to keep an eye on him, and try to see if you can help him get his idiot mouth under control. Something tells me he's more than just a pain in the ass and a doctor...Vee took the bite of soup, savoring the flavor as the burn of the spice hit her tongue.
Don had a thoughtful look on his face. Yeah, I got a weird vibe when I spoke with him...I thought it was just because he was aruetii, though. It's weird that a client would personally ask to put a specific doctor on board, but maybe he has the weapons as personal protection? He shrugged casually as he forked a piece of meat. What'd'ya think, cousin?
Vee stared into her soup bowl, avoiding acknowledging Sven with all her power.
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Post by Cayne on May 15, 2015 15:22:41 GMT -8
"Probably a combat medic working freelance. Not unheard of in these parts."
He continued to vigorously assault his food, hoping to get back the enthusiasm for the meal by dedicating considerable attention to its destruction. He paused for a moment with his fork halfway to mouth, a piece of steak dripping in pepper sauce speared to the end.
"Maybe did good on a previous job so the client feels he's an asset..."
He bite the steak off of the fork and chewed slowly with his eyes narrowed somewhat as his gaze drifted from Don to Vee then back again.
"Unless maybe he is the client. Wouldn't be the first time in the history of forever that a beneficiary has rode along to keep an eye on things."
His own experience was littered with complicated situations where civilians tagged along playing soldier, thinking that their mere presence would be enough to carry the day. More often than not such inconsistencies ended in disaster both for the nerd who thought himself verd and the soldiers tasked with carrying his dumb ass.
He set his fork down and gestured for a serving girl to approach.
He was feeling more at ease now with the business talk taking his mind off of his own deficits, his mind ferociously aviding allowing his eyes to alight on Vee's hands.
He looked up as the girl approached.
"Buy'ce ne'tra gal, gedet'ya..."
He glanced across the table with a questioning look.
"Mayen?"
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 15:44:37 GMT -8
Vee rolled Don and Sven's words around in her mind. What they said made sense, she supposed. But she still didn't like having the man on board. Client be damned, she would throw the doctor's ass in the brig if he caused any problems, which Vee could also guarantee would happen with that loud mouth of his. He was far worse than Don. Her co-pilot was affable and goodnatured, he knew when to shut up. Matango though...there was no filter or social awareness. It was a wonder the man was still alive.
Vee shook her head, lowering her face to her bowl to take another bite while Don ordered the same as Sven. The table was quiet for several moments while the three ate, languages from a hundred different worlds surrounding them. Not trusting herself to look at Sven, she keep her eyes on her food as she broke the silence. And security Sven? How is that?
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Post by Roughnecks on May 15, 2015 16:47:52 GMT -8
He held his answer for a moment as the girl returned with the two brimming tankards of ale, spearing the last bit of his steak and dragging it around the plate to gather up the excess peppercorn sauce. He looked up as the girl asked if there would be anything else, shaking his head and watching as she departed.
"They seem like a good crew. A little rough around the edges and likely to do as much damage as good should they fire their weapons but they'll do well as the muscle the were hired for."
He finally did look up at her, the piece of steak suspended between them.
"Do you expect more than the occasional thug to intimidate seen as your boss is stacking the deck?"
He ignored the slight flutter in his chest and kept his gaze on her. He was getting better at this now, he thought. While the yearning desire was still there it was ceasing to make him scramble for a coherent thought. The warm flush up his neck, the slight trembling of his hands, all that he could handle. But to be robbed of ones wits everytime she blinked...
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