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May 26, 2015 16:11:14 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on May 26, 2015 16:11:14 GMT -8
A smirk formed and grew, almost a devilish grin. In a quick single motion a hand found the hidden holster in the small of his back, the .48-caliber pistol with silencer appearing from behind and coming to rest at a downward angle.
"You hit them fast, you hit them hard, and fight dirty not holding back."
As fast as the pistol was withdrawn it was put back in its holster away from prying eyes
"There is never a technique, just the hope that you may land the death blow first. If you can't fight you better hid and pray to whatever Gods that they don't find you."
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May 26, 2015 18:35:55 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 26, 2015 18:35:55 GMT -8
Don chuckled, his arms unfolding. That's all there is to it, huh? Seems a lot simpler than I thought. He wasn't sure if the doctor was still playing stupid or if he was being serious. Either way, he'd wear his armor. Don motioned to the ship with his chin as he turned to leave. I'm heading in, I'll be back out later. Don't get into too much trouble. Don strode away purposefully towards the ship, stopping briefly along the way to ask an officer if security wouldn't mind sticking around for a while. They said they planned on being here until the ship set off. They were every bit as concerned with the event as the crew was. Appeased, Don tread up the now-cleared gangplank and headed for his berth. He slowed his pace as he belatedly realized Vee and Sven would be in the cabin. His heart skipped a beat at the thought, both with hope the two would work things out, for both their sakes, but also with remorse for missing his chance with Vee. He sat heavily down in the pilot's seat in the cockpit, slouching slightly as he propped up his boots on the control panel and gazed out of the window at the scene below. His buir's words floated through his mind.
"Gar ganar kar'taylir darasuum par oyay...a gar linibar riduur. Aliit ibac cuyir gar. Gar cuyir mirdala. Gar cuyir kovid. Vaabir nayc go'naasir gar kot bat dala guuror ibic. Mar'eyir dala sa gar cuyir bal cuyir ti kaysh. Ba'jurir verda."
<You have a love for life...but you need a wife. A family of your own. You are smart. You are strong. Do not waste your strength on a woman like this. Find a woman like you, and marry her. Raise warriors.
He sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face, suddenly tired. That was 15 years ago, when his parents came to visit unannounced and caught him with aruetii. Very beautiful aruetii, but aruetii all the same. They were disappointed when he declined marriage to the Jbin girl when he was 18. She was strong, not bad to look at, but that had always been his primary vice...beautiful women. He was ashamed to say that if she had been more attractive, he probably would have gone through with it, at least at the time. While most men probably wouldn't have cared, Don did. He cared more than he probably should. Finding a beautiful woman wasn't terribly difficult, especially since he was far from opposed to hooking up with aruetii and had ample opportunity to do so with his profession. But he never found one that had the balance of beauty, femininity, intelligence and strength that he required.
He was 35 and still single, visits home becoming more and more tense. The last visit a year ago was especially so. His parents arranged for him to meet with Farine Deshra. He begrudgingly went along with it...until he remembered exactly who the 19 year old was. She was a pretty little thing, golden curls and amber-colored eyes. At 5'2 and slender but curvy, she was incredibly petite, but made up for her lack of stature with a big spirit. She was a woman, but Don couldn't help but see her as nothing but a doe-eyed girl. He remembered her from before he left Concord Dawn. She was nothing more than a child, a mere 3 year old. Age difference wasn't a big deal, but he couldn't get the image out of his mind of her standing on the tops of his boots and clinging to his legs while he walked around, him laughing and her squealing with glee. Children loved Don as much as women did. Her father and his knew each other from when they both piloted. Harbin Deshra retired near their family and often visited with his small daughter and petite wife in tow. But even though he saw her several times in passing after she reached adulthood, she would always be that child to him.
She was everything Don wanted, pretty, feminine, strong and smart. She had a lust for life that matched his own. It was a compatible match. But he just couldn't close the deal. Not with little Farine. He stayed through the dinner, feeling guilty at the carnal thoughts that flew through his mind as he looked into those beautiful eyes and the warmth he felt as he laughed at a funny antidote she offered, told with a beaming smile and animated gesturing with her small hands. Don didn't keep her out late, despite her attempts to prolong the encounter. She embraced him after he walked her to her door. He was about to pull her arms away when she quickly placed a solid kiss upon his mouth. He reflexively pushed her away, probably a little harder than he should have.
Her face fell as her eyes quickly watered. Her voice was betrayingly feeble. "Gar nayc ganar jate ca'nara ti ni?"
<Didn't you have a good time with me?>
Don sighed, brow furrowing as he reached out and grasped her shoulder, but kept her at arms length. "Mesh'la..." He bent a little at the waist to look into her eyes, trying to communicate the sincerity he felt. "Elek. A ni cuy' nayc jate par gar. Gar linibar jate jag."
<Yes. But I'm not good for you. You need a good man.>
She jut out her chin stubbornly as a few tears fell unbidden from her vivid eyes. "Gar cuyir jate jag. Ni nayc copad shol'shya." Her voice was huskily defiant. "Ni shi copad gar."
<You are a good man. I don't want another. I only want you.>
His brown eyes darkened as he fought between his lust and his honor. His left hand slowly slid down her arm from her shoulder before quickly grabbing both her small wrists into his one large hand behind her back. His right hand came up and roughly thread though her golden curls, yanking her head back at a severe angle to look up at him as he leveraged her body to press into his. He slowly leaned down to brush his mouth to her left ear. She smelled so sweet. "Sushir, cyar'ika." His voice was a hoarse, authoritative whisper.
<Listen, sweetheart.>
"Sirbur ni vaabir hiibir gar sa ner riduur. Ni gotal'ur gar ast'ehut ti adiik." Don felt her body tremble against him at the intimacy of his words.
<Say I do marry you. I make you fat with child.>
"Ni ba'slanar at slanar senar. Gar cuyir an solus. Gar draar haa'taylir ni. Tion'ad kar'taylir meg dala ni urcir tion'tuur ni cuy' be'chaaj ra tion'ad ni kelir cuyir o'r haav ti? Ni kelir nayc cuyir verburyc."
<I leave to go fly. You are all alone. You never see me. Who knows what woman I meet when I am away, or who I will bed? I will not be faithful.>
He pulled away to look down into her tear-stained face illuminated in the moonlight, her eyes wide. His fingers tightened in her curls as he shook her slightly to emphasize his next words. "Cuyir ibic meg gar copad?"
<Is this what you want?>
Her head shook slightly, but the rest of her body seemed paralyzed. She slender neck worked a swallow at it's strained angle. Don's darkened eyes narrowed almost menacingly. He shook her again. "Sirbur bic." he commanded.
<Say it.>
"Nayc." It was barely a whisper.
<No.>
Don held her wide-eyed gaze a few heartbeats more, searching her face for any doubt. Finding none, he released her forcefully, turned on his heel and walked away. He ignored the strong urge to rush back and apologize, tell her he was just doing this for her own good. It wasn't until he reached home that he realized everything he told her was the god honest truth.
He always thought he didn't fall in love because he never found the right combination, but Farine had everything he was looking for, despite the age difference. He could easily marry her, bed her, impregnate her many times over...but he didn't love her, and he knew that wouldn't change no matter how much he got to know her. While many people didn't marry for love, he realized in that moment he would never be faithful unless he did. And he wasn't going to ruin some beautiful, innocent girl's life because of it.
Vee...perhaps if he didn't love her, he could have seen past the age difference with Farine and given it a shot.
Don was jolted back into the present when one of the clean-up crew dropped something with a loud bang. He shook his head as if that would clear his thoughts.
He needed to suck it up. What was wrong with him? Maybe it was the loneliness talking, but he was determined that if he got back from this trip safe and sound, he would go back to Concord Dawn this year and make an effort, if only for his family's sake, to find the right woman. And if she wasn't on his home planet, he would continue to look elsewhere. It was time.
He yawned as he drew his arms behind his head.
It was going to be a long night...
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May 27, 2015 8:26:48 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on May 27, 2015 8:26:48 GMT -8
He lowered his hand then froze as her hand extended only to halt in its advance, as if having second thoughts about its journey. His eyes continued to hold hers, a slight question added to their flavour. With his elbows resting on his knees he bounced slightly on his heels as his head titled, peering at her from a slightly different angle.
"Why are you on the floor?"
He didn't so much ignore her question as find it irrelevant considering the situation outside. He had not been here and had not been put under the considerable strain he could see her struggling with. That he had already failed in his duty burned savagely through his mind and any such concerns as to his well being were just salt in the wound to him.
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May 27, 2015 14:11:54 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 14:11:54 GMT -8
What? Vee looked down as if suddenly remembering she was indeed kneeling on the floor. Oh, I'm sleeping on the floor. She turned, lowering herself on all fours to reach her blaster. She used it as an opportunity to avoid having to look at Sven, looking down at the piece as she stood to her feet and took a step back. She cleared her throat as she slid the hand that held the sleeping medication into one of her pants pockets before bringing it to push an errant lock of hair behind her left ear. Don tell you what happened?
She would take the fact he ignored her question as a sign that he didn't want to get personal. That was fine. But she was starting to regret agreeing with Don on the change of sleeping arrangements. It was foolish to think she could handle being alone with him and remain professional. She felt like she was on fire as her pulse continued to race.
Vee didn't know what it was about Sven that made her heart so weak. Their first encounter had been less than ideal. He was tight lipped and she was easily provoked. As much as she wanted to chalk it up to the fact she just needed to get laid and the sex had been amazing, she couldn't. She wanted to slap all the taste out of his mouth when he would deflect or say little to nothing. As someone who was very straightforward, it drove her crazy. However, when he opened up to her, she couldn't help but feel moved. She heard about the horrors of the war from other survivors, it was inescapable, and while she felt empathetic, something about Sven Garret specifically stirred her soul.
He was nothing like Todon, Taung or Exchequer. She had known Todon her whole young life. They were best friends and he was the first man she fell in love with. He had been wild, strong, carefree and always spoke candidly. As a shy and reserved girl, he taught her to enjoy life. His passion for living was something she admired and ultimately what made her love him so.
Taung was a worldly, intelligent, respected and successful business man and military commander. However, she knew this from his reputation, not from their relationship. While it was clear by his awkwardness that he spent most of his time in the presence of men, he was playful, teasing and doted upon her. Looking back on it now, she was sure the Taung H'rel she knew was an entirely different man than the facade he showed the rest of the galaxy. When they met, she had no idea who he was. They simply agreed with each other and the relationship, as brief as it was, came naturally.
Exchequer...the only thing she could remember of him was that he was fiercely loyal and protective. The pain of him becoming dar'manda and addicted to drugs had been severe. Vee did everything she could to block that part of her life out of her thoughts. She had loved him, but he was a rebound from Taung, and she prayed to the gods she never made that mistake again.
"You can't control love, Vee." her mother had said. "There is no logic or reason to it. I'll never be able to say why I fell for your father. He was brave, smart and clever, but many men have these traits. He was different somehow."
She would know. Vee's mother never anticipated becoming mando'ad. She was the pretty, red-headed daughter and only child of a wealthy politician on Coruscant whose bright intellect landed her in an excellent science program...which is exactly where she met Vee's father. They worked together through school and, despite cultural, economical and family differences, quickly fell in love. She agreed to join the mando'ade so she could marry him, but her parents and friends were staunchly against the match. She converted and married him anyway. Her parents and friends disowned her.
There was no rhyme or reason why she would be drawn to Sven on a deeper level than the physical...but she was. It didn't matter though. Attraction wasn't love, and she convinced herself he was all business and had only needed to get laid as badly as she had. This job would be their last together and then she would go on living as she always had.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on May 27, 2015 17:18:18 GMT -8
Watching on his eyes followed the copilot as he entered and vanished from site. Alone now, save for the workers cleaning up the mess of carnage, Ronin found a spot to sit upon a nearby crate. Eye lids closed he reached out into the force for any others able to patch into the invisible energies. Invisible tendrils moving about but no contact was made.
With a small sigh of relieve Ronin knew there was no immediate threats of the forcie nature. Only a fool though would think all was clear. The sith which was sent was lower ranking, someone had sent him. Chances were more would be send or were already watching. Why reveal your full hand?
No, that was just to test our defenses, someone had been watching them from a distance. For the moment Ronin could breath a bit easier knowing he hadn't fully revealed himself.
Reaching inside of his jacket several strips of leather were produced. With the leather in hand Ronin began expertly weaving the strips together. The Captain was hopefully sleeping, if not he was sure he'd see her soon.
This thought brought a sly grin to his face. The image of the red head walking away, tight bottom swaying appeared. The things he'd do to that woman if given the opportunity. It had been awhile since he'd been with a woman. Not since the days of Vyra did Ronin even show interest in another woman.
The thought slipped into the cracks before he could push it away; the internal struggle. Where was she? Ronin had searched for her, only to give up his search around the time he began working for the Iron Fists. His anger and anguish helped fuel his sadistic interrogations. After the fall out and his stay at the Red Dawn where he praticed medicine Vyra had actually appeared for a short time on Honoghr where she sought medical attention not realizing he was there. After personally patching her up the two caught up, promises made and love once again professed. Ronin felt whole once more, or at least for the time.
Under the cover of darkness Vyra slipped away, leaving without so much as a good bye, let alone a note. Had it not been for the security officials having paid attention Ronin may not have known she had once again left him.
A bad head space hit Ronin as old feeling were pushed back into the locked room withing his mind for unpleasant memories. He might as well been pushing the waves of the ocean back with his hands. Still though the thoughts eventually were pushed back and locked away as Ronin's hands busily braided the leather strips.
No, it had been a while since Ronin desired or had shown interest in a woman. It was just his luck she was emotionally hung up on someone else. Always his luck.
The silence of the night brought much needed peace to Ronin.Â
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Post by DrRoninMatango on Jun 1, 2015 4:52:22 GMT -8
Ron in had neared completion of his leather flogger, a hobby of his among other things, when he spotted the shape of a woman bending over working as a member of the clean up crew; funny how he hadn't noticed the shapely hips staring at him. Smiling to himself a plot came to life.
Reaching out in the force Ron in made contact with the woman, entering her mind like a thief in the night, masking his presence as a thought. Delving into her mind he found things that made her tick, her desires, fantasies, fears, and peeves. Grabbing a single memory Robin drew upon it bringing it to the forefront of her mind, her most recent sexually encounter. Locking it firmly in place a small pleasant smile visibly crept over her face.
Switching gears Ronin brought his concentration upon her physically. Increased levels of hormones, and blood pressure brought about a warmth that started at her neck and spread down over her chest. The familiar fluttering in her stomach followed by a tingle between her thighs was fought for a moment, but Ronin's will, and control brushed it aside with ease.
She seemed to be becoming a bit apprehensive, her thoughts on how soon she could get off work, her need to scratch the itch forming. Ronin no longer had to keep her fantasies locked in her mind, she was forming many new ones on her own about several of the more attractive coworkers in her work crew. Her increased pulse soured on the swelling between her legs and her nipples.
A sadistic smile crossed over Ronin's face as his plot was accomplished, still more spured him on. Focusing on the tingles between her thighs using the force to touch her an invisible hand. The woman no longer questioned what why this was happening, but gave herself over to it. Shutting her eyes, and licking her lips Ronin could see her catch her breath; her mouth hung open for a moment the coworkers oblivious to what was happened and what had just happened.
With legs trembling slightly she straightened herself looking around to see if anyone had just noticed what had happened. She never noticed Ronin sitting outside the nearby ship. Moving away from the clean up crew, she made her way to the nearest public restroom
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Jun 1, 2015 11:51:32 GMT -8
Post by DrRoninMatango on Jun 1, 2015 11:51:32 GMT -8
The enjoyment passed as quickly as it came. With the flogger finally finished he set it beside him and closed his eyes in meditation. Recent ring himself Ronin replayed the 24 hrs in his head. He had a tendency of making sure he hadn't missed anything. Finished with his own personal ritual Ronin set about clearing his mind.
Darkness broken up by the occasional light. Old memories came in and out of focus. Snap shots of the past, some played like movies within his own head. Admiral Gaussman, the weathered and old man came into focus. The wrinkled skin, finely trimmed silver beard, deep blue eyes that seemed to peer into the soul of a man, the body of a man who had dedicated his life to the military. The seasoned warrior was sly, cunning, and deadly. Always thinking several moves ahead.
During the great exodus Ronin and his fleet had undertaken to escape the Iron Fists, when former friends, allies, and family turned on them. They had been caught over Honoghr, nowhere to turn. It was a losing battle, Admiral Gaussman knew it, the fleet was is a death roll as they took fire and returned it. He had taken many enemies out, much honor had been gained upon that day. Admiral Gaussman personally flew the capital ship into the enemy fleet to buy Ronin time to escape into hyperspace.
Other images of countless battlefields, dead and living covered the battle fields, the cries of pain rising up only to be covered by the sounds of gunfire. An organic carpet sprawled out to be walked on, some underfoot still alive.
The sound of laughter from the clean up crew jolted Ronin, eyes shooting open to scan his environment.
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Jun 1, 2015 12:10:22 GMT -8
Post by A'den'ade on Jun 1, 2015 12:10:22 GMT -8
A'den had no schedule. Being a homeless orphan, he did what he pleased, when he pleased. His only fear in life was getting caught stealing the various things he stole. He never stole anything he didn't need. Only food and drink.
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Jun 7, 2015 13:30:40 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on Jun 7, 2015 13:30:40 GMT -8
His head bobbed in a mute nod before his voice finally found the ability to once again assert itself.
"He told me..."
The words trailed off as his face dissolved into a grimace of pain, the wince so pronounced it seemed as if the discomfort was a physical reality not an emotional abstract.
He felt guilt and remorse once again collide within him as the realities of his failure came crashing down upon him. To see Vee so distraught and vulnerable actually took him aback, her self-assurance and fiercely independent nature hiding the fact that she could be rocked by events around her. Despite his intent to remain at a distance he found himself drawn towards her as if she were a magnet tugging on his armoured form, insisting that he close the few steps between them and take her in his arms.
He yielded a few steps to his desires his hand rising towards her shoulder only to pause and hover between them.
She wanted them to remain professional, for him to keep his distance. To take advantage of her vulnerable state would be dishonorable in the extreme, both to her and his feelings for her. Still, another part of him argued, to not comfort her at such a time was also a cowardly course and one that held equal dishonor. His face contorted again as he warred within himself, struggling through a wash of emotions more than he had ever laboured in battle. Such intricacies seemed beyond him and he despaired of ever being able to resolve matters of the heart...
That you're asking these questions at all speaks highly of you...
Don's words floated back to him through the fog of his indecision, casting a faint ray of hope upon the gloom in his soul. His anguished expression hardened into one of resolve as he chose the lesser of the two evils, deciding he had no right to save his honour at the expense of someone else's happiness.
His hand closed gently on her shoulder, the simple act carrying a warm and heartfelt essence of support, a simple squeeze speaking louder than any words the comfort offered.
His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of both anger and sorrow.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here, Vee."
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Her eyes chanced a glance up at Sven as he acknowledged that he knew what happened. Vee's forehead furrowed in confusion as she watched the pained emotions cross Sven's face, trying to decipher what was tormenting him so. Before she could piece anything together, he stepped toward her, her breath hitching as he reached for her.She both hoped for and dreaded his touch, longing to feel his embrace again while fearing how it might effect her. No, she was terrible at one night stands. Or maybe she was still too raw from losing everyone she loved and cared about in swift succession. Vee was certain she was one loved one's death away from completely and utterly losing whatever was left of herself. This was why she had no friends other than Don, and even then it took a while for her to accept him and it was solely because they worked so closely together. Letting people in was all good and well...until they died horrible, sudden deaths.
While getting laid seemed just fine, she unexpectedly lowered her defenses and allowed herself to become vulnerable to Sven in the most intimate of ways. It happened quickly and intensely, and there was no taking back what happened. A large part of her didn't even want to.Try as she might to blame it on the fact that her damaged heart was the source of her emotional state surrounding last night's events, she suddenly realized something that had been staring her in the face since his confession in the cockpit earlier: he was damaged in a very similar way to her, having lost the ones he loved as well. She wanted to believe that was why they connected more deeply than she anticipated and why he opened so easily to her. It felt better to believe in those terms of commonality than to think it was because she was still a wrecked person who was grasping at any scrap of intimacy and affection she could find.
His touch sent another electric shock through her, although she managed not to jump this time. Goosebumps broke out across her skin as her heart continued to wildly race within her breast. Her grip tightened on her blaster to keep from reaching out and placing her hand over his at her shoulder. She held his gaze, wanting to look away, but finding it impossible.Seeing Sven's anguish when he apologized set off another light bulb. Caught up in her own thoughts and feelings, she didn't realize until this moment that he was blaming himself for the attack, just as she was. Well of course he was...he was head of security, after all. As soon as the understanding washed over her, she immediately rejected it as his fault.
Without thought, she immediately dropped her blaster to the bed and, taking a step further into Sven's space, cupped his face in her hands, staring sincerely into his eyes. No, Sven, no no no...this isn't your fault, I promise you. Her voice was stronger now and filled with resolve. I'm the captain, I should have been here. I'm glad you weren't here, I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. And that was the damn honest truth. Despite the fact it was his responsibility to protect the ship and cargo, the thought of him and Don being here when that Force-wielding psychopath attacked was all she'd thought about since she arrived at the scene...that and what could have been their death at Sith's hands.
She didn't realize she had spoken her thoughts until after they rolled out of her mouth. Her hands flew away from Sven's face as if she'd been burned, her blue-green eyes widening in realization. She took a step back, but not far enough that Sven's hand would drop from her shoulder. Her gaze still locked with his, panic rose in her stomach as her brain scrambled to find a way to backpedal. Her voice sounded desperate as she sputtered I...I didn't mean...I just thought...But that was all that would come out, her faculties failing. Her throat worked a swallow, her bandaged hands finding each other and wringing them together. You're an idiot. How are you supposed to earn the respect of your crew when you behave like a child? You promised him just business! You both agreed to it! Don't you think if he was interested in more he'd tell you? Don't be a fool, Vee.
I'm sorry. That was the most her mind could conjure to say, though she wasn't even sure what she was apologizing for. Even to her, her voice sounded small and pathetic. Maybe she would just sleep in the cockpit tonight, it wouldn't be the first time. Sven could have the cabin to himself. Despite that being a very reasonable course of action, her heart fell at the thought of leaving him. She didn't want to be alone right now, but that didn't mean he didn't want some privacy.You can always go to Don...he understands you...you wouldn't be alone and you wouldn't have to worry about what he thinks...he knows the real you and accepts you anyway...
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Jun 10, 2015 7:27:24 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on Jun 10, 2015 7:27:24 GMT -8
His hand fell away from her shoulder as she stepped closer, naturally dropping down her side, caressing her arm as it seemed to move of its own accord to cup her left hip. He just about managed to divert the wandering appendage before it found a possibly too familiar purchase, dropping it to hang listlessly at his side.
His mind rebelled and clamoured for him to take her in tender embrace, to sooth her obvious pain. Her words washed over him as her hands cupped his chin, their meaning and significance lost on him at first. She was taking all responsibility for an attack that was really none of their fault. Responsibility that he too had just tried to claim. Seeing it from another point of view he suddenly realised how foolish a stance it was, seeking to claim the right to assert all acts in the galaxy as the result of his own will... Or lack thereof.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly into a half smile as his eyes met hers, the wry twist displaying sardonic amusement at the revelation.
It was only her subsequent agitation that caused him to review the second half of her verbatim, drawing his attention to their implied meaning. His thoughts seemed to steady as understanding dawned, the possibility that she was struggling with this as much as he lessening the turmoil in a somewhat selfish way. The latter immediately made him feel like a piece of shit and the half-smile fell away from his face in a blink.
His right hand came back up to join with its twin in taking her own fidgeting hands, the touch gentle as he calmly stilled their movements. His eyes were thoughtful now, the twist to the lips curious instead of amused.
"Its okay, cyar'ika..."
The endearing term was heartfelt and genuine, yet there was a question hidden within the word. A question as to the appropriateness of the word and the emotion it carried.
His left hand moved up to her elbow and gentle sought to guide her towards the bed.
"Come sit, Vee. You look exhausted."
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Jun 10, 2015 16:44:24 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 16:44:24 GMT -8
A shiver ran down Vee's spine as his hand caressed her arm and paused momentarily on her hip. She stopped breathing when Sven took her hands into his. She glanced down at their hands, hers instinctively submitting. The thought of the last time their hands were entwined flashed through her mind. Her lips parted slightly in response as she tipped her head back up to lock eyes with him. She was glad her words didn't seem to bother him, but these actions confused her, including the warmth that accompanied the affectionate sentiment, defining it as more meaningful than simply a passing remark.
She let him lead her to the bed, feeling a wave of fatigue hit her as soon as Sven made mention of her tired appearance. Maybe she was reading into this more than she should. She was tired and stressed, perhaps she wasn't thinking clearly. She mentally shook her head. Of course she wasn't thinking clearly, she nearly outed herself to Sven. He was just being nice.She blinked her eyes in sudden realization.Did he think her weak? Was this what this was all about? Was he pitying her? That had to be it. She never should have let her guard down. She gently pulled her hand and arm away from him, averting her eyes to the pillow on the floor as her bandaged hands swept her long hair over her right shoulder. Her cheeks flushed with irritation and embarrassment at the thought he was coddling her. I'm just as tired as everyone else must be, but I'm fine. Her voice had a defensive edge to it. She suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.
I think I'll check on how the cleanup is coming along and see if Don needs any help... She leaned over slightly to lift her blaster back off the bed, shooting a glance in Sven's direction. How are the mercs?
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Jun 10, 2015 17:48:13 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on Jun 10, 2015 17:48:13 GMT -8
He said nothing as she pulled away slightly, her words containing a steel that was typical of her spirit. His mouth opened to speak when she looked away but immediately clamped shut again, killing an argument before it could be born.
He wanted to argue. He wanted to insist that everything would be fine without her input. Wanted to take her in his arms and sooth her into carefree slumber. Instead he stayed his tongue, knowing that such concerns would be ill met at this time. She was all professional again, the glimpse at her tender, vulnerable side gone. Perhaps if he'd not royally fucked up last night she would let him in, open herself up to him and allow him to ease her burdens. As it was he saw no way to breach her defenses and cautiously backed away from provoking her further.
His newfound wisdom surprised him but couldn't find its way through the bone deep sadness that stole over his soul.
He sighed as he dropped heavily onto the bed, perched on the edge and resting his elbows on his knee. His gaze found the floor just in front of his feet and stayed there, not daring to venture from the nice little safe spot they had chosen for themselves.
"They are likely a bit nonplussed and wary. That osik out there isn't what you'd expect from simple guard duty."
He brought his right hand up to run it roughly through his hair before unclipping his gauntlets and helm from where they had been mag-locked to his belt.
"Questions will be asked, not the least of which how a doctor dealt with several assailants and a Force-user..."
He set the helm on the floor and kicked it under the bed with his heel while he laid the gauntlets beside him on the bed. His gaze flickered up to her briefly before the busied themselves guiding his hands through the motions of removing the armour.
"Even if he is a combat-trained battlefield medic that's no mean feat."
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Jun 10, 2015 18:44:55 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 18:44:55 GMT -8
And just like that, she was the captain again. Vee was relieved that Sven dropped the coddling act when she pulled away.She watched from her place at the end of the bed as he began to take off his armor. She stubbornly refused to let her mind wander to the last time she watched him do this, her grip on her blaster tightening slightly with the effort despite her racing heart.
She carefully listened to what he said, curtly nodding at his comment about the doctor. 'lek, I asked Mantango about it, but he deflected. She offered a small shrug. As much as he annoys the hell out of me, it makes me feel better he's here after what went down. She shook her head solemnly, staring thoughtfully into space. I've never had such a thing happen on a run, never. Not even when I worked for Teegan, and he was shipping some pretty bad stuff. Makes me wish Taung would have taught me how to deal with the Force fuckers, but it never seemed that important...
Vee's eyes shifted back to Sven. Did you fight Sith or Jedi during the war? Do you know how to deal with them? She didn't know if it would upset him to ask him this, but she had to know.
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Jun 12, 2015 10:20:31 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on Jun 12, 2015 10:20:31 GMT -8
The breastplate fell away as he undid the last clasp with his left hand, tilting forward from his chest to lean against his waiting right hand. The back came around as he shrugged his shoulder out from under it, the heavy armour folding back on the remaining straps that clinched the top, causing him to add his right left hand to the deft navigation.
"Fought them both..."
He shrugged as he balanced the armour on his knees, carefully folding the straps into the main body one by one.
It was a process he had done countless times before yet he always felt better putting the majority of his attention into the menial task. It was soothing to him. A kind of meditative routine that seemed to calm in its repetitiveness.
"Sith on Korriban and Jedi on Yavin..."
He pursed his lips and glanced up at her, eyes hovering on the tightly gripped blaster in her hand before once again dropping to his armour. With the straps secured he began an intricate inspection of the beskar plate, seeking out any rust spots or imperfections. His voice was wry and sardonic as he continued, containing a slight trace of self mockery.
"I don't know if 'deal with' would be the term I would use. In my experience it often takes another Force User to match a Force user barring tactical advantage or superior technology. That sorcery can afford them one hell of an advantage on the field."
He paused for a moment, eyes distant.
"Once saw a Jedi dance through a veritable storm of blaster fire. Even his cloak didn't get hit. So much was the incoming that I lost sight of him, only tracking him by that glowing blue sword. Blaster bolts went into a maelstrom of conflicting colour only to be spat out at those that fired them, the whirling cyan doom twirling closer and closer..."
His mind relived the scene as he words trailed off again. The Jedi's grim face as he leapt one last time to crash down among them, flailing around too fast for the eyes to follow. Even their sophisticated helmet sensors could only show a blur of tan and brown movement that skipped among them. Beskar held on some but durasteel gave way before the deadly assault. Sven had stood on something loose and gone down, realising afterwards it had been a severed forward with the armoured hand still gripping half the blaster rifle it had wielded moments ago.
He had looked up to see the Jedi spin his way with fire burning in those sad blue eyes...
He shook himself slightly and returned to his task, pulling a cloth and a small vial out of his pocket.
"If not for Corr I'd have died that day."
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Jun 12, 2015 14:50:06 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 14:50:06 GMT -8
Vee's heart plummeted in hopelessness as she processed Sven's words. What the hell were they doing? No one on this ship seemed competent enough to deal with the threat of a Force user. Except for Dr. Matango...
The revelation dawned upon Vee quickly. Matango. He had to be one of them. Sven had just said it himself, didn't he? Only a Force user was likely to put down another. If Sven with his special training, armor, weapons and experience couldn't fight one off, what were the odds that Ronin could unless he was using the Force? Anger rose within her. Jeev should have been up front about the circumstances.
She tossed her blaster on the bed, momentarily glancing down before lifted her eyes back up to Sven's form.Blasters would be of no use if one of those maniacs decided to attack.She ran her fingers through her hair, sighing as she sensed Sven's melancholy. Listen...She crossed her arms as she tried to think of the right way to phrase what she was going to say next. I know this probably not what you were expecting, I wasn't expecting this either. If you'd rather not come, you don't have to. My handler should have warned us of the potential problems, including Jedi or Sith. We're going to be here a little while longer, long enough to find someone else if you want to sit this one out. There are plenty of security jobs in Keldabe. I'll make sure you're reimbursed for whatever credits you've spent thus far.
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Jun 13, 2015 7:52:04 GMT -8
Post by A'den'ade on Jun 13, 2015 7:52:04 GMT -8
A'den climbed off of the cargo container and headed over to the space docks. Maybe he could find something decently valued to "acquire" and sell for some credits...
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Jun 16, 2015 11:37:58 GMT -8
Post by Roughnecks on Jun 16, 2015 11:37:58 GMT -8
He snorted slightly under his breath as he continued to work on his armour, paying special attention to the edges and joints where rust was most likely to set in. His gaze flickered up[ to her briefly, containing the barest hint of annoyance at her words before they returned to the armour in his lap.
"I survived both Korriban and Yavin, Vee. There were a lot more sorcerers there believe me..."
He sighed and set the armour aside, lowering it to the floor and sliding it under the meagre bunk. Pulling his gauntlets into his grasp he began inspecting them, silent for a few moments.
He had never walked away from a mission and he wasn't about to start now. Even if honour didn't dictate he stay affection would. To her and to his cousin. There was no way he would abandon them now. Hell, they couldn't pay him not to go.
"Besides... this is why people in my profession get hazard pay."
He set the right gauntlet down by the armour, satisfied with its condition. The left had taken slight damage back on Onderan and had a tendency to gather rust spots where the wrist had been repaired. He applied the oil and began to polish.
"Forcies are tough to meet head on but they can be out-maneuvered. I have some sonic grenades and a slug thrower stowed in my kit. Tricks I learned from some of Tagira's boys... We'll be okay."
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Jun 17, 2015 15:55:16 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2015 15:55:16 GMT -8
Don lazily watched as Ronin sat in the hanger bay, braiding some kind of leather into something that seemed whip-like. Thoughts about the motivation behind this fled as he heard some commotion come from where security had roped off their hanger. Sitting up, he narrowed his eyes to try to see what was happening. What he saw made his blood run cold.
Wen?
Don exited the ship in a hurry, striding towards the security line. A woman with long, straight black hair, dark olive skin, and slanted almond eyes stood there, cursing and complaining, trying to get through the barrier and into the hanger. Her red mouth was a harsh line across her smooth face.
I'm telling you, I know the captain, Don V'Hett! He asked me to come!
Security wasn't having any of it. The woman perked up as she saw Don's form walking toward them. See! I told you! She crossed her arms and glared none-to-nicely at the officers. Don stepped up just then, faking an easy smile.
That's alright, I got this one...sorry about that. He reached over, firmly grasping the woman's upper arm and nearly dragging her around the security line, not stopping as he strode a safe distance away. Whatcha doin' here, Wen? He grit his teeth as he roughly released her. She nearly fell backwards at the force of his release.
She smiled mirthlessly up at him. I've waited 6 years for this.
Don saw it coming, but did nothing to stop it. Wen's hand struck across his left cheek, cutting his lip slightly in it's wake. Don slowly righted his head back to her fury-filled face. His voice was soft. Me too, babe. Before Wen could blink, he struck, his right hand backhanding her face so hard, she fell to the ground. He leisurely swiped his thumb under his lip, wiping up the small trickle of blood. You still hit like a girl.
Wen's hand had flown to her left cheek, the area already swelling and bruising. She growled low in her throat. How dare you act like you were the one who was wronged! You left me!Her eyes spit brown fire at him as she tried to stand up.
Don chuckled humorlessly, resting his boot on her shin. Stay down, Wen.
She looked like she was contemplating standing up anyway, but stopped when she saw Don's anger-lined face. The first hint of fear crept into her eyes.
You wanna talk about what happened? Let's talk, bitch. Don's voice was deceptively soft. You betrayed us. I told you to get your ass on the ship. You didn't. Wen winced as Don put more weight on the boot upon her shin. You didn't, because you were waiting for them to grab us. Because of you, Tule died.
They had my brother! Wen's eyes pleaded with him, but Don didn't buy it for one second.
You don't have a brother. If I see you again, Wen, I'm going to kill you.
Why not now?
Don's face and voice was dead serious. Too many witnesses, not enough of a chance to hide the body.
A shiver ran down Wen's spine. Donnie, c'mon...we had some good times, you and me. We shacked up for a long time. I can help you with this load, make it up to you.
Don's eyes narrowed. What are you talking about?
Wen swallowed. I heard it on the holonet, I was in a bar nearby. Thought I'd check it out. Her too red mouth lifted in a sharp smile. Must be some really messed up shit you're hauling if you were attacked by a Forcie. I can help you.
Don lifted his boot off her leg. She slowly stood up, looking triumphant. His next words wiped the smile off her face. Remember what I said. I see you again, even if it's by accident, I'm killing you.
Her mouth dropped. But Donnie-
Don let his hand go again, this time with all his might. He heard bone shatter as Wen screamed, falling to the deck again. He shook his hand out, as if it would banish the acute ache. His hand was going to be screwed up for a little while, but Don didn't care. A few of the security came running over, eying Don.
Don shook his head. She attacked me, said she was a part of the group that attacked the ship. I would take her in if I were you.
I'm going to kill you! Wen's voice came out muffled, immediately whimpering against the pain. Don bit back a laugh as the officers drug her away.
Now, the question was...why did Wen show up now? He didn't doubt the story was all over the holonet, but it had been 6 years...surely if she wanted to get at him, she could have by now.He glanced back at the ship.She probably wanted to try to swipe whatever she thought might be on it. He might guess she was working for whoever was trying to steal the cargo, but he knew Wen. She would be too afraid to work for a Sith or Jedi.
He slowly walked back to the gangplank and on board. Don reached the cockpit again, falling into the pilot's chair once more. Wen's appearance made him more resolute to stay awake.
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Jun 18, 2015 17:43:09 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2015 17:43:09 GMT -8
Vee's left hand absent-mindedly traced the scar that started at the corner on the left side of her mouth and slashed upward underneath her cheekbone.It was a "nice" reminder of what happened on Basilisk almost 15 years ago. She tried to save Todon, but it had been in vain. He shouldn't have been there. She told him to stay behind, but he wouldn't listen to her.
Vee swallowed, the silence stretching as she watched Sven polish his armor. Whoever Corr is, I'm not him Sven. If something else goes down, I don't know how much I'd be able to help you. Her voice was quiet. I don't even know how much Don would be able to help against a user either. If you want to stay, that's your choice. I just want to make sure you know you don't have to.
She padded barefoot the rest of the way to the door. If you need anything, I'll be in the cockpit.
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