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Jun 7, 2009 22:26:31 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 7, 2009 22:26:31 GMT -5
To be honest, Crassus wasn’t entirely sure what to think when she stoped and spoke to him. Sure, it was a well known fact amongst the chiss that they weren’t the most outgoing of peoples… but then, next to no-one in the galaxy knew that the chiss even existed. Hell, the only reason that Crass knew of them was because of his previous relations with Danni (which he would soon come to regret, he was sure of it). The man looked down as she started to walk off then stop. He let Rah speak her piece.
Crass sighed. He had no intentions of making her regurgitate any more of her history now that he understood what she felt and why. Nor would he go off and look at her personal files behind her back.
“I have no intention of sneaking off to look at your republic file, Rah. Its awful underhanded… but if you don’t want to talk anymore on… that subject… its fine.”
So she believed herself to be a curse on all that she cared about. Oh how wrong she was. It simply wasn’t true… it couldn’t be.
“Rahja. If its my time to die tomorrow then there isn’t a power in the ‘verse that can stop it. Just as if its not my time to die tomorrow there isn’t a power in the ‘verse that can kill me. My relations to you, just as your family and friends' relations to you, had no hand in their death. It wasn’t your fault.”
The Zeltron gave a sigh again. Sure, he was about to divulge some information that only one person in the galaxy knows… Shen… but he thought that it would help Rah.
“If you're a curse then I am as well, Rah. Everyone I know, cared about, or (truly) loved, has died. Family, friends, anybody. Dead.”
The bad memories came flooding back to him, namely the one of his late love dieing in his arms from a nasty blaster wound to the chest. He gave a little smirk to hide the terrible pain that went along with those memories, though he knew that she could sense the internal strife. To be honest, Crass knew that he had to say something… it was just… he didn’t know what to say.
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Jun 9, 2009 1:11:54 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 9, 2009 1:11:54 GMT -5
The Chiss woman huffed as she listened to his first statement, red eyes fixed on a spot on the wall...unseeing. His words struck her hard and it took all her will to not say, or do, or move, or think...she just tried to BE. Eyes closed quietly as she listened to his words reminded her of those from the masters at the temple...how many times had she heard them anyway? Finally he paused long enough for her to think.
Yes, the Jedi Masters said much the same thing to me once upon a time, as did Shelk, but my experience if you become tied to me, chances of death increase tenfold. If, then, you die, it is my fault...at least if it is for many of the reasons that the others have died.
His next revelation surprised her. How alike were they? Rah's head lowered subconsciously and she sighed, finally turning to face him.
Crass, you're a pilot, and a good one at that. From what I know of your record...which isn't much more than the markings you had on your fighter...you have defeated quite a number of enemies and lived to tell the tale, you also have Shen, and your former squad, all here and safe. That is not something I can brag....my only experiences working with others to this date have ended in fatalities of my partners. Of the two of us, I would say that you are the least likely to be a curse.
She sighed slightly, taking in his form quietly. He was obviously upset, hurt by what he had told her, and she sympathized. It was far from easy to lose a loved one....she still had nightmares of them.
Also, I doubt you were killing people by the time you were five...but perhaps I'm wrong.
She chuckled slightly at the thought. It was actually a bitter sweet thought...it had been a source of pride for her at one point in her life, something to say to her enemies to get them riled up. Inside, however, it hurt. Many of the younglings, upon learning this fact, had made fun or avoided her because of it, calling her a "killer from birth" and telling the girl that she shouldn't be allowed to train as a jedi. Speaking of training....
Ugh...I couldn't sleep now if I tried...I'm going to train, if you'd like to come, you're welcome to. No matter what i say, I doubt you'll listen as it seems you've already made up your mind on who and what I am.
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Jun 10, 2009 0:52:13 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 10, 2009 0:52:13 GMT -5
Crass blinked at her second comment. Shen? Yes he did have his sister… how could he overlook her? A disappointed look flashed across his face (at himself) as all of the past experiences with his surrogate sister (both good and bad) began to wash over his mind. It was funny, really… he didn’t realize how much he loved her, in the brother/sister way of course, until that moment. Family. She was the only being he could put into that category… and it wasn’t even by blood. Wasn’t that sad? He shook his head slightly, throwing those thoughts off like a dog would shake water off his back, and formulated a reply.
“My former Squad? I would hardly call them friends, acquaintances at best, but Shen? Yeah, I suppose I did kind of forget about her. Hehe…”
It was right then that he decided to dispell one of the nastier rumors about the two that almost constantly sprung up: his relationship with Shen was romantic. His crimson hued skin crawled at the very thought of such an incestual relationship ,as he would consider it of course, with Shenhua.
“Sad, I forget about my surrogate sister. But yes, I suppose you are right. I may not be a curse. As far as my skill with a starfighter goes? Well, you haven’t died yet... have you?”
He supressed an amused smirk at his little teasing, not bothering to take into account that now was not really the time nor the place to do so. Though he found that a little joke and/or tease could lighten the mood some… which was what this situation desperately needed. Crass nodded slightly as she spoke of training, training that he could be doing in that simulator. Flight training was hardly what she was planning on, even he knew that, but he wouldn’t press her on teaching flight. No. The Zeltron wouldn’t rather teach her to fly… he would rather train with her, train at whatever she was doing of course.
“I wouldn’t mind being a dummy for said training… heh… maybe we could grab some chow afterwards? And not in the mess hall that the regular navy folks use. The stateroom that the navy gave me has this droid that serves the best food in the ‘verse.”
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Jun 13, 2009 3:11:45 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 13, 2009 3:11:45 GMT -5
Rah listened somberly to what Crass had to say, giving a subtle nod or shrug where it seemed appropriate. There was little to say really, given her view on the matter, so she opted to say nothing. As he brought up the topic of Shen, she tilted her head slightly. So he thought of the beautiful miraluka woman as a sister? The chiss wasn’t certain why this revelation seemed to please her so much. Certainly she held some lingering interest in Crass, but it could have been so great as to feel relief over the fact that the female pilot was not a part of the zeltron’s life in that respect? She sighed slightly and shook her head to clear it of those musings. It would do her no good anyway. Lithe body had turned to leave once more when Crass spoke up and she turned her head to blink at him.
I wouldn’t recommend being my sparring partner Crass. Besides, I have enough sparring partners already.
One slender finger tapped the area of one of her temples and she gave him a light smirk before turning and walking away.
You can come if you like, then we will see about food.
That was all she had to say on the matter. He could follow her if he liked, or not, it was really up to him. The door slid open before her with a metallic hiss, revealing the barren hallway beyond. There was no smell, hardly any sound, all there was were the multitude of ripples in the force caused by the beings on the ship. Hardly what she would call ‘alive’ but it was hardly as ‘dead’ as the Aegis had been when she’d first boarded it. Turning, she headed down the long corridors. They all looked the same, it was disheartening and, at times, disorienting. Through the ship she led them, down lifts, along halls, and finally into a wide, empty, room covered on one side with large blue mats, and on the other just plain metal flooring. There was no one but them in the room at this time of day, and before a mission, so the introverted woman had no qualms with practicing hard.
Heedless of the man who followed her along, she stepped into the middle of the floor. Her cloak swirled about her slightly as she came to a stop and snaked her arms around behind her, unsheathing the twin daggers there. She held the blades backhanded, beneath the cloak, and tested her grip on them…squeezing her hands around the hilts then releasing lightly only to do so once again. Sliding one foot out slightly, she twisted her ankle around, the pad of her foot and boot remaining pressed to the metal floor…testing it. Finding it an acceptable surface, she began with a slow series of movements. Each was slid into smoothly, held for a brief half a heartbeat, then morphed easily into the next. Her eyes had closed as she warmed her muscles slowly, a well learned combination of moves that caused her to flow around easily, the chameleon cloak she wore swirling about her once again in the wake of her movements. Not terribly long after she had started her warm ups, Crass would be able to notice the subtle change in the force around her as she drew it into herself. The motions still flowed, still transitioned swiftly and fluidly, but something would be notably different. There was a new power and strength behind them as garnet eyes opened.
No longer was Rahja aboard the Ascension.
Wind. Ice. Snow. It flowed about her and she flowed with it. She had followed him here, back to this ice locked planet where it had all began. A fitting end for a seemingly never ending journey. Her life.
The saber had been wrested from him and destroyed, the icy water having frozen over it nearly instantly after it had broken the surface. They were both left with nothing but short range melee weapons and the force. Being trained he moved swiftly, she flowed with him, her own rage fueling her. Together they crashed before flowing away. Material blocked their view, but still they continued, unabated. Unhindered. The two passed each other, blows nearly missing one another. The howling wind was deafening, the snow and ice clouding their vision. Skewing their forms into nearly animalian proportions as the environment tugged at their clothing and hair. Arms rose up and the butts of the daggers came together before she swooped down upon her prey like a Corellian Banshee bird, the motion rounded into a slicing spin. Her body contorted and as she came down to the right, she pivoted on the same leg, her left boot coming up and around to bring the heel of it down upon her foe’s neck and shoulders.
Like waves upon the ocean they ebbed and flowed, always coming near, never connecting. The drifts of snow hid them from each other for a moment and suddenly her foe had charged at her. With a snap of material through air she was airborne, vaulting over her opponent and twisting around in her flight to face the direction needed to attack again. This enemy was swift, clever, and her ire was rising by the moment. A low growl escaped her throat as she sprung forward, only to find her enemy was now beside her and aiming to strike. Motion was swiftly halted as her feet planted themselves and her upper body snapped around as she ducked under the blow, glistening daggers flipping around to stab upward into the enemy. It moved and was out of her strike range.
The shadow came charging toward her swiftly and her feet shifted just before she sent herself flying backward. Muscles tensed as she fought gravity with the force and twisted herself around, skidding to a halt in a crouch, right leg extended as she balanced on her left foot and right hand. Milliseconds later the chiss had gathered herself like a cat and sprang forward once more. Now, finally, she had the enemy in her grip. They tumbled and she rolled to her feet only to become a swirl of motion. Her enemy was dazed, there was no way she was letting it escape…..
Not this time.
The heavy cloak turned about her, threatening to entangle her in it and hinder her motions, but always she would flow to keep that from happening. Bright silver blades glinted as they worked to cut her enemy to shreds, the grip on them switching easily and swiftly from forward to backhand grip and back again without a thought. There was no thought to this deadly dance she was performing. There would be no mercy this time. She had Shelk’s murderer in her clutches and Rahja wasn’t about to let the shade vanish like it had before on Coruscant….like it did every time she fought it…
Not this time.
A twirling spin and the daggers cut away the protective mask of the creature she sought to destroy, and there…like all those previous times she had fought the shade…was her own face glaring back.
A half growl, half cry of outrage and pain filled the room as she battered furiously at her opponent. Crass could not have known what she was seeing as the woman slithered and contorted, ebbed and flowed, coiling and striking out as she worked to subdue her invisible enemy, but he would most certainly be able to feel the hate, the absolute loathing, that radiated off of her in waves the more she continued. In this final flurry of action, the chiss twisted, contorting her form in ways the only the force would allow, blurring one moment only to slow or halt her motion altogether before lashing out in another series of deadly strikes, stabs and kicks. It was unorthodox, the style she used, a smattering of styles that, oddly enough, worked well together. The very nature of this compound of styles made the woman’s actions seemingly erratic, but if on paid attention to her warming up, they would see that it was, in fact, a style that made sense.
At long last, the chiss’ mind allowed her to batter down her enemy, beating the doppelganger into submission on its knees, and, with a swift crossing of her forearms, the tips of the blades slid together and past each other, slitting the throat of that enemy once and for all….
Until the next time it chose to appear.
Panting, she stood, gazing down at the spot where her imaginary foe lay dead at her feet. Anger still rippled off of her, raven hair clinging to her blue skin and giving her an even more feral look before she shook her head out like a wet animal shaking water from its fur. Slowly the anger dissipated, the air around her clearing as the image of her foe dissolved into the metal floor of the training room on the Ascension. Resheathing her daggers and tossing her cloak over her shoulders, Rah sighed and shook her head, gazing thoughtfully at the spot where the shade…the true source of all her problem…had lain.
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Jun 19, 2009 21:43:23 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 19, 2009 21:43:23 GMT -5
Crass gave a little smirk as she took his little joke a bit seriously... he hadn't intended to actually be her sparring partner, though he wouldn't mind... learning... some unarmed techniques, especially from her. Crass quickly shook his head at himself, he seriously hoped that she didn't catch that thought. He was embarrassed enough as it is, hell, it was very likely that if his skin wasn't red she could see the blush. Yes, he would come. What red-blooded male, or any blooded male for that matter, would pass up the opportunity to see a pretty woman dance around and play fight until she sweats? Answer: Not a one.
“Lets go... heh... I was lookin' forward to gettin' the snot kicked outta me.”
He gave a quick nod and a little smirk to his own little joke, it was almost funny... he was dead serious about thirty seconds ago. And how he brought up his past woes without shedding even a single tear escaped him. Maybe simply being around this woman was helping him? Who knew... though he thought that it was probably a mite early for that. The Zeltron began to follow her down the barren, lifeless, and at times confusing corridors of the Ascension. Every single one looked like the last and more often than not it was this fact that caused Crass to be late to more-than-a-few staff meetings. Green eyes washed over her blurred form from behind as they walked down into the training room. Instead of following her out to the mat, however, he elected just to lean up agianst the wall. And so he would watch her...
It seemed like forever for the woman to get into a stance, that chameleon cloak, a slight change in the vibe of the room. No, he was not trained in the Force, but he could still pick up on major changes... and this was a major change in the spiritual environment. He could almost feel a power residing in the room that he hadn't felt before, it was almost... frightening. It just so happened to be pointing in the now somewhat entranced Chiss woman's direction.
Crassus watched in amazement as she performed a few katas, each one looking more brutal and ferocious than that last. He was glad that she declined his request to be her sparring partner... to say the least. Of course, he wasn't necessarily watching her technique, he knew next to nothing about the stuff... but instead he was watching her. The way that her beautiful yet deadly form moved, contorted, and recoiled with the series of slashes and jabs. It was just that... beautiful.
All of that was shattered when he heard that growl eminate from the deep of her throat. That is when those katas she was performing began to look more like she was fighting some specter out for her soul. Yes. The way that she would lash out at nothing, then move to block nothing or suddenly jerk her body out of the way of some kind of phantasmal assault. That is when he became concerned. Yes, he could see a pattern to the blocks, and the defense, but not to the dodging. That is what flipped the little “HOLY HELL” switch in that little room of his brain.
It wasn't until the beautiful, deadly, and crazy (he liked crazy) woman calmed down, sheathing her knives, and gazed down at what apparently was supposed to be the now cooling carrion of the phantasm that attacked her that he approached her. Slowly. S-l-o-w-l-y. Slow enough so that it was painfully obvious that he meant no harm by drawing close to her. It wasn't that he was completely scared shitless of her (only kinda), but that wasn't enough to keep him away. No. It was in those blood red eyes of hers that he saw what he had wanted so badly since he was nine. Or rather... he saw what could turn into what he wanted so badly for so long: a family.
“Rah? You okay?”
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 27, 2009 0:48:24 GMT -5
There were no conscious thoughts floating through her mind as she gazed down, almost sightlessly, at the spot where her phantasmal aggressor had vanished. The edges of her senses tingled again and she almost reached for those daggers again out of instinct. Luckily for the zeltron man, Rahja had gotten a hold of herself and recognized the familiar presence of Crass. Turning her head, she watched him approach agonizingly slowly. That mask of a face only moved to blink as she watched the poor man near her as one would a particularly dangerous animal. The chiss woman really couldn’t blame him for his caution, and in the end it was better for all involved.
“Rah? You okay?”
She almost laughed at the question. Almost.
Yes, and yet a resounding NO was the answer to that question. Yes, she had gotten all of her anger and frustration out. She had vented it physically, emotionally, and mentally, the only thing she had not done was use her force abilities (such as they were) except for her speed and movements. She had calmed herself by doing so, and eased the tension she had built up over the course of the past few weeks since she’d been able to train last. However, no…she was not okay. Part of her mind still wanted her to laugh at the absurdity of that question. How could he even think she MIGHT be okay after seeing something like that? Obviously she was mentally and emotionally unstable (at least SHE would have thought so watching a display like that), so how could he even question her well being? He should have been calling the medics to haul her away to a nice padded room somewhere where she could be treated for whatever instabilities she might have. Finally, after a moment of studying him through crimson eyes silently, she sighed and nodded slightly, pulling her hair back from her head and neck and twisting around and up into a bun. Producing a small tie from a pouch at her belt, she twisted the band around the hair and it stayed in place allowing her neck to cool.
I’m as well as can be expected. Hot, tired, and hungry, but it isn’t anything that can’t be remedied. Thanks for the concern though.
She smiled slightly at the man and moved the cloak over the backs of her shoulders so that it wouldn’t hold in the heat any longer. After another moment of quiet thought, she folded her arms across herself.
I know you offered dinner, but I could use a shower after that work out. If you don’t mind waiting a little bit I could meet you at your quarters, or we could put it off until another night?
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 3, 2009 2:10:16 GMT -5
Crass noted the slight wave of humor that emanated from the Chiss woman as he sent her his little query. He knew that it was a ridiculous question, she obviously had something going on between those crimson red eyes of hers... something that simply wasn't normal. What he was more amazed at was the speed and dexterity of her movements... she moved faster than anyone he'd ever seen. Though, that could have been the Jedi training that she had received as a child. Actually, the Jedi training was the most logical explanation for the azure woman's blistering speed.
The red man nodded slowly at the woman's reply, then the following question. Yes, he would be willing to wait a bit for her to meet him at his quarters. It wasn't like he had anything to do... not for a good fifteen hours anyways. But then, she was going to be putting her life at risk by the end of that time. He mentally shrugged; while he was concerned for her (and by extension the rest of the crew's) well being, he would allow her to make her own decisions.
“Sure, I can wait for you at my quarters... don't feel obligated to come, though. Hate for you go off on the operation still fatigued from the little rescue sortie.”
The Zeltron gave a slow nod towards Rahja as he turned around and headed out of the training room. His stomach grumbled slightly as he walked through the corridors... reminding him that he hadn't had anything to eat in nearly twenty four hours. While this may not have been anything extraordinary for Rahja, it was unusual for a man of Crass' rank to go without three square meals a day.
It wasn't long until he reached his quarters, the pneumatic doors opened with the hiss of escaping air as they slid open. He called the little aid droid over nearly the instant that he broke the plane of the door, which slid closed behind him. Once inside he pulled up the droid's menu and searched for the food under the Corellian cuisine, he was always fond of their cooking. After a few brief moments Crassus picked out the “spiceloaf,” which sounded particularly appealing to the red-skinned man. The food consisted of dense meat that had been ground, spiced, and heated to order. The amount of heat depended on the tolerance of the diner.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 7, 2009 3:43:43 GMT -5
(sorry this is gonna be a crap post but....*shrug*)
Rahja nodded and smiled slightly. He was a good man, concerned for her when perhaps he shouldn't have been. It was...nice.
I understand...and I won't be staying long really...but I've not eaten more than a ration bar and some water since....well...
She thought a moment and her stomach let out another powerful growl. Giving an embarrassed look, she shifted slightly.
Well, I've not eaten anything in a while, let's just leave it at that. I could use the food...and the company...and so I think that the time it takes to eat and spend a little time talking isn't that bad. Besides, there'll be plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead.
She said with a laugh and followed him out the door. After that, she made her way to the rear of the ship, taking the lift one floor up to where the land troops were stationed and making her way to her bunk. It didn't take her long to get there, and amidst much questioning from Sender, she finally got into (and out of) the shower. Changing into a cool short sleeved top that hugged her curves, and some simple army fatigues that were rather loose on her so they settled about her hips (only being held there because of her utility belt), Rah decided against wearing one of her favored bodices and left Sender in her quarters.
It didn't take her long to find her way back to where she'd first seen Crass settled against the bulkhead on the floor, and from there it only took her a little while longer to find her way to his quarters. She earned more than a few looks now, the blue skin of her toned stomach exposed and her form easily visible since she'd opted to leave her cloak behind as well. She slowly sauntered down the hall, not particularly caring who saw her or what they thought, there were no threats that she could feel through the force and she wanted food....and to see Crass again.
Finally she reached his door and she pressed the button on the keypad to notify him that someone was waiting outside his door. The cerulean tinted woman shook her damp hair out again, giving it an even messier look than it had taken before (not that this look bothered her, she actually found THIS type of 'messy' to be a good look for her), wavy tendrils of hair hanging lightly about her shoulders and face as she waited.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 8, 2009 15:02:33 GMT -5
(( speaking of crap posts... ))
It wasn't long before the man heard a little ding at his door, one that he casually got up to answer. Crass gave a long sigh as he looked into the slightly reflective sliding door, his apperance wasn't satisfying... but to be honest he doubted any amount of work would ever make him feel completely comfortable about it. In this case anyways, he wasn't like that normally. Quite the contrary, often times he found himself uncaring of what people thought of him because of how he looked.
Crassus shook his head ever so slightly, he needed to answer the kriffing door instead of thinking to himself almost constantly. His hand slid over the little console to the right of the door, the one that controlled the pneumatic opening system, and depressed the activation button. The hiss of air escaping the mechanism and the gentle sliding of the door revealed the azure woman with damp, messy, and slightly wild looking hair. That shirt... the well defined (and exposed) midsection... those fatigues... to say that she looked attractive was an understatement. He simply stood there for a very brief moment, lost in her crimson gaze, before he caught himself.
“Come in... it'll be a little bit before the chow is done. Hope you like Corellian spiceloaf.”
A wry smirk curved his lips as he stepped over to his right, giving her the space to enter and allowing him to be on the same side as the console. Which he ordered to slide the door closed once Rahja was through the plane... and it did. Being the gentleman he was, once there he motioned towards one of the softer couches in his state room. Then, unsure of whether he should be bold enough to sit down on that same spot, he sat down on one of the opulent chairs opposite the coffee table.
“I've actually never had the spiceloaf before, though that droid can cook like none other. So I doubt he will come up with anything bad.”
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jul 10, 2009 8:23:39 GMT -5
The doors slowly slid open revealing a rather attra…good loo…han…Crass. Though her face remained neutral, she winced internally at her thoughts. Fine, so he was attractive…didn’t mean anything. Some guys just looked good, other didn’t. Fact of life. There wasn’t any point in making a big note of it…nope…none at all. Spiceloaf?
Red eyes blinked once, eyebrows furrowing slightly before one of them raised minimally, and she cursed herself silently for letting her mind wander. She really WAS tired…this wasn’t good since because of it, not only had she missed part of what he’d said, but it meant that she wasn’t focused. For any soldier this was bad, but for a sniper it not only meant the difference between success and failure, but also life and death.
I’ve never tried it before. Not that I recall anyway. I don’t pretend to remember…or even know…half of the things the Temple fed us. I’ve never consciously tried it however.
She replied, stepping past him as he made room. Vaguely Rahja wondered what the smirk was for, but she ushered the thought out of her mind swiftly as it came. The door closed again behind her and barely caught his motion, feeling the intent of it through the force rather than really seeing it. Nodding, she padded over to the couch, settling down on it and blinking again at just how comfortable it was. The azure skinned woman never really had been jealous of the officers…most of them were high strung and buried in work from here to judgment day…but right about now, she was wishing that the cot in her quarters were half as comfortable as this couch. Hell, both made the beds at the temple seem like rock slabs, but this couch was just plain NICE.
The urge to curl up and fall asleep was strong with this one.
At his words, however, Rah was pulled from her musings once more, red eyes moving around the room ((what the hell does it look like dire??)) as she took it in rather than remaining trained on him. Even so, her face remained positioned in a direction that would have meant, typically, that she was looking directly at him. It was a trick she had learned just after she’d left the medicorps…most people didn’t seem to know WHERE she was looking half the time until she turned her face in that direction because of her red eyes. They just couldn’t distinguish where her iris’ where in them, so she could turn her face in one direction, and let her eyes move about as she looked elsewhere…most people could never tell the difference. Only those trained in the force knew her attention was divided, or away from them completely, because they could feel it. Despite all of this, her actions weren’t meant to be rude, she was…in fact…just curious, but wanted him to feel that she was giving him her full attention.
Droid? I can’t say I’ve ever really known a droid to cook anything…I’m not sure I was even aware they COULD cook.
Yes, that had gotten her attention, and those red eyes had trained on him again as her interest piqued.
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Have dakka will travel
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last online May 6, 2020 18:55:51 GMT -5
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Jul 13, 2009 1:19:54 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jul 13, 2009 1:19:54 GMT -5
(( :-P fine, one room description, comin' right up! *writes something on a post-it note and slaps it down infront of a chef* oh, and the whole bit about having a better olfactory system/nerve is pure conjecture based on the fact that they use pheromones. Got a problem? Say so, I can edit it with but a few keystrokes.))
Crassus allowed his gaze to wash over Rahja's azure form as she sat there, losing himself in the attractive combination of her damp, wild looking hair and the clothes that hugged to her form. He could smell the waft of the soap she used on that cerulean hued skin, and the shampoo that she used to wash her raven hair. The Zeltron man, who naturally had a better olfactory nerve due to the fact that his race had those pesky pheromones, had a considerable appreciation for the woman's smell... her essence... to say the least. It was sweet and subtle, like the scent of a flower on a gentle breeze.
After a few moments of indulging his eyes he tore his gaze from her form and looked about his stateroom. He hadn't bothered to change the stock holo-photos of various starships that hung on the wall, a few plants seemed to be randomly placed around the room. All in all the theme of the room was “white,” though it wasn't irritatingly bright. He elected to change it around the first chance he got, white was never really his color... and he wouldn't mind changing those holo-pics to something that wasn't starships. Rah's comment on droids almost forced the red hued man's gaze back on the crimson pools in her head.
“Oh, droids can cook. This one can cook better than an one who was trained on Alderaan.”
He smirked slightly just as the droid came into view, for something that could cook so well... it looked strangely bulky. Almost armored. Like an HK droid, well, it looked like an HK droid because it was an HK droid... one that was tasked with attending to Crass' needs, protecting him, and protecting the precious information that was held in the very room in which the two people sat. It was also programmed with a fantastic cooking program, one that was filled with the best cuisine that the galaxy had to offer. “Statement: Master, I would like to inform you and the other woman that your chow is ready.” Crass shot a glance, that he did not know was an HK.
“Thank you for the food... now go back into the designated area and deactivate.”
“Confused Query: Why do you wish for me to shut down, master?”
He didn't want the droid to log any of the conversation, or perhaps actions, that would go on during the little dinner. Naturally, the Zeltron was a little miffed that the droid questioned his order, weren't those things supposed to be unquestionably loyal or something?
“Your services are no longer required”
“Reluctant statement: Very well, Master, I shall shut down.”
Crass held his glare at the robot until it disappeared around the corner before looking back over at Rah. He paused for but a second to look over her still damp form. She was so beautiful, it was almost beyond words. The midnight cascade that was her hair shimmered with that damp look that made her look like some kind of wild thing. It made his heart sing (I am SO sorry for that, but I just couldn't resist). Then her skin, that beautifully azure flesh that covered her body, he almost wanted to reach out and touch it. Almost. His eyes stopped wandering when they finally met with those pure crimson eyes of hers. His seemed locked in the blood red pools for a few brief moments before he shook his head back into reality, and began to speak with a stammer.
If he wasn't red already there would be a deep blush about his face. He motioned towards the doorway that the droid originally appeared from.
“I-i'm sorry, Rah... umm, well... dinner is just b-back there.”
The man slowly rolled his weight upwards into a standing position, then proceeded to walk towards the door that led to the little dinning room. He opened the door and motioned for her to go in first, he was a gentleman after all. Once inside she would see a relatively small round glass table with two opulent chairs at opposing ends, the still steaming spiceloaf sat on a plate surrounded by all manner of forks and spoons.
“That droid may have the obedience core of a utility droid, but it has the cooking database of a, well, cooking droid.”
A little smirk crossed his face as he looked across the table at the blue-skinned beauty.
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Sept 1, 2009 23:34:20 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 1, 2009 23:34:20 GMT -5
She nodded slightly to his reply, her attention returning to the fact that he was very much interested in her and how she...smelled? Rahja couldn't be quite certain, but that seemed to be where his mind lay...on scent...and she wondered if it was something that zeltrons put much importance on. She'd not really ever bothered to find out since she had a general distaste for them, but now with Crass...she found that she was a bit more intrigued. It wasn't long after he'd replied that an HK droid appeared around the corner and she tensed slightly.
What in force name was an assassin droid doing HERE?
Sgt. Kel had never been into a high ranking officer's quarters, so she had no idea that this was standard procedure to ensure the safety of the classified information that was stored on his personal computer, or to protect him from potential danger. All she knew was that there was a threat in the area and Crass either had no idea that it was there, or he was just completely unperturbed by it. Crimson eyes studied the droid carefully, but she made no movement against it. The chiss was glad that she hadn't when it spoke, calling Crass 'master'. It was much more apparent, now, that it was a security precaution and she relaxed ever so slightly. Silently observing the interaction between the two, Rahja sighed a bit as the droid finally relented and went about its way.
You shouldn't be to hard on him...he's only doing his job after all. At least you know you didn't get a faulty one. Most of them are stubborn...part of the programming I think.
She stated as she ignored his further examining of her, and unaware that he didn't realize that the droid was an HK model. Rah tilted her head to the side in mild confusion as he apologized for...something....then stood. Following suit, she flowed upward and ghosted along behind him, her footfalls barely making a sound even as she passed him into the spacious dining room. Well, to her it was spacious anyway...her quarters never had a dining room and even with her former crew their mess was small. Taking a seat at one of the chairs, she smiled briefly and nodded to him, her stomach gnawing on itself in her hunger...but, manners were manners.
Thank you Crass, it looks wonderful.
A mild chuckle escaped her and she made a sarcastic little face at his observation of the droid.
Of course he has no obedience...he wasn't programmed to be overly obedient. Observant, protective, aggressive, sure...but not obedient.
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