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Sept 15, 2011 0:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 15, 2011 0:04:00 GMT -5
Ramatesh was an interesting city, Ervisa Therani decided as she sat at an outdoor table drinking some curious combination of tangy fruit juice and sweet liqueur while staring at the setting sun. It was that twilight hour, with the particular quality to the light that was so common on a multitude of worlds. The day was fading away, and the night was beginning. And that meant an accompanying nightlife.
The Mirialan Jedi gone grey and frequently tipsy pilot was no stranger to clubs and assorted dives, but she also wasn't as much of a party girl as she seemed. That wasn't to say she preferred a good book and solitude. Her preference was a stiff drink, a good sabacc hand, and nice cigar. However, she hadn't scouted out the gambling prospects on the planet just yet. She still had plenty of credits between her ever-present duffle, her side pockets, and her boot.
How had she wound up on Thisspias? A job, as always. This time had been flying a ship full of something she had no idea what was, and had no desire to know what was. Of course the last time she'd tried flying a cargo of illegal goods she'd wound up serving 20 years in a Rodian prison. Luckily she'd escaped from that with a little ingenuity. Amazing what you could do with a pair of panties and a spoon.
Her green tattooed hand patted the side pocket she was currently drawing credits from, estimating by touch just how much she was carrying in the tan utility pants. More than enough to last her the week, which was possibly how long finding a new job would take.
More than once she'd wished her telepathic skills were strong enough to persuade others to see things her way. Luckily, as a back-up she had breasts.
One thing was for sure about Ervisa: she wasn't shy.
Her right hand snaked into another pocket on her pants and produced a tabac cigar. She felt its weight in her hand before smiling to herself and pulling out with her left hand one of her prized possessions. A lightsaber. Or, as she liked to call it, her cigarette lighter.
With a snap and hiss, the navy blue blade sprang to life. Quickly the Mirialan bit off the tip of the cigar and spat it out onto the ground before holding the front up to the blade ever so gently. She puffed a little on it, and true to her practiced style it was lit. She blew out a large ring of smoke and deactivated the lightsaber, returning it to her belt.
Cigar. Booze. Money. Sunset. The only thing that could possibly make her day better would be a Corellian male.
She had a thing for Corellians. She couldn't quite place what it was about them. Accent? Demeanor? Personality? Whatever it was, she had a thing for it. Add in some five o'clock shadow, drinking, and gambling and she was guaranteed to melt like butter.
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Post by Jazen on Sept 16, 2011 9:48:14 GMT -5
If there was one thing Shine could say he enjoyed about being a smuggler….well, he wouldn’t just be able to say one thing nice about it because there was A LOT of things he enjoyed about it. But sticking to the train of thought in this case, it would be that he got to visit a wide range of planets that most people would never dream of visiting in their lifetime. Most people rarely ever went farther then their own homeworld and some traveled here and there, but only to the more well known places. In the past few months alone, Shine had likely traveled to enough planets to triple or even quadruple that number.
In this case, the newest planet he had gone on his way to visit was the rocky planet of Thisspias, in the Expansion region of space. A planet of rock and more rock, Thisspias was the native home of, no surprise, the Thisspiasians, ruled by a leader they called the Blood Monarch. Logic would say that any planet ruled by someone known as the “Blood” Monarch would likely be a planet of lawlessness and renegades. It would surprise them then, to hear that Thisspias was actually a part of the Galactic Republic and had been since its early days.
This meant to Shine that it was no different then any other Republic ruled planet in the galaxy. So long as he followed the rules, he was in no danger despite his profession. In fact, his entire reason for being here had been to deliver parts for manufacturing plants on the planet, a simple and easy job that Shine had completed without incident, save for a small raiding group that had tried to ping him. His job might not always be on the side of the right, but every now and again it surprised him with a job that could at least be considered legit.
After finishing his task, Shine had contemplated heading out right then and there….but who could resist checking out a planet that one might only have read about or seen on a Holo? With that in mind, he’d locked down the ship, let his two comrades decide something for themselves to do(though he did invite Whiskey to join him on his run, which she declined in her normal manner) and headed off to see what the city he was bunked in was like. Ramatesh, that was what it was called.
The city was, as cities go, fairly impressive, especially considering the planet it was on. The Thisspians themselves were a sight as well; half human, half serpent. As he passed a pair, Shine silently smirked to himself. At least the upper half is human and the lower serpent…would be stranger to see a snake body on human legs.. Most of them tended to hover by on repulsorchairs, though there were a few who made their way on their own power.
After wandering for a bit, Shine decided to was high time for a drink. With luck, his idea came just as he was making his way past a nearby establishment that could provide him with that drink. Slipping through the doorway into the room beyond, Shine took stock of the room around him before heading towards the bar. The bartender was a Thisspian, like most of the beings inhabiting the place and Shine had to bit back a whistle when the drink he ordered was taken off the shelf by the Thisspian’s tail without even looking. Most impressive trick that.
The sudden snap hiss behind him made him snap his head, like many of the other patrons, to locate the source of the sound. Shine had only heard it a few times before, by sheer luck, but it was unmistakable. And sure enough, seated at a nearby table, a yellow-green Mirialan was sitting there with one, using the glowing blade to…..light her cigar? Well THAT was certainly something you didn’t see everyday. And as it were, it piqued his interest as to what a Jedi was doing in a place like this.
Giving a nod to the bartender, he picked up his drink and made his way over to the woman’s table, pausing before the chair he hoped he’d be able to seat himself in. Giving a small hello to make sure he wasn’t going to surprise her, Shine pulled up the chair and seated himself across from her, smiling.
”Well that has to be one of the more unique ways to use a lightsaber that I’ve ever seen. Or even heard of at that.
Sorry if I’m disturbing you but I was just wondering who would be good company to have while I have a drink or two and then I noticed you sitting here by your lonesome. And as a wise man once said, one should never let a lady drink alone. Or…something along those lines. So my fair lady; would you mind my company for a while?”
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Sept 16, 2011 11:29:12 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 16, 2011 11:29:12 GMT -5
Ervisa noticed the man coming toward her, even before he reached her outdoor table. She was good at keeping tabs on movements with the Force. Something that came in handy relatively often given her assorted lines of work. Often she had to keep tabs on guards or those who might be hanging around the areas she worked.
And of course there was always the threat of bounty hunters. That one sort of came with the territory of escaping prison on Rodia. From time to time there'd be an attempt to take her in, but she usually saw them coming. Despite her carefree demeanor, she was highly observant.
The stranger commented on her use of the lightsaber, which did make for an excellent icebreaker. Half the reason she insisted on using it to light her cigars. The other half was for the simple reason that nothing else was quite so badass.
"Lightsaber? Is it really? I was soooo convinced it was a cigarette lighter." The Mirialan grinned impishly as she repeatedly tossed and caught the silvery gray hilt in one hand. Again and again, she flipped it up and let it spin right back down into her waiting palm.
She was definitely pleased, hence the playful mannerism. Her silent prayers were answered, and the galaxy had seen fit to send her a Corellian. She could tell from several things, but most notably the accent. The accent that, if she was an animated character, would have turned her eyes into hearts.
The gray Jedi was going to be all over him. No way around it. He was male, Corellian, good-looking enough, and there. All the prerequisites she needed to make a move.
"I'd be positively enchanted," she answered the question with a gleam in her gray eyes. The blue flecks in them positively sparkled as she looked at him, looked at him like a parched man on a hot day sizing up a glass of water. Was he the sexiest man she'd ever seen? No, not really.
But she was always up for a good time, and it had been a rather quiet few weeks. No one on the crew she was working for was remotely sleeping material. The navigator was a humorless drone, the muscle was a pig, and she had a sneaking suspicion the captain was gay.
That meant the arrival of a male Corellian was quite fortuitous. Now if only it would be consensual. Getting them drunk was such a pain to do, and it made the experience much less fun.
"You're welcome to disturb me any time you want sweetheart. Ervisa's the name, and piloting's the game. I like long walks on the beach, booze, and the number seven. Isn't that just a great number? Seven. Kinda catchy, has a ring to it. Seven. Seven. Know what I mean?"
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Sept 24, 2011 11:50:01 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Sept 24, 2011 11:50:01 GMT -5
"Well, it appears to serve the purpose of one, I'll give you that. Just be careful; I wouldn't want such a beautiful face to be marred by a saber burn. But I'm sure you're fully capable with the device."
Shine couldn't keep the smile that now lined his face more fully from becoming glued in place. This woman hadn't shot him with a glare or flatly refused him as he approached. Some women did that, even though Shine can to speak honestly with an honest intent to merely speak. If the situation leaned more towards a more "interesting" encounter, then Shine would know that the woman was willing to do it of her own choice. Though he had to admit; sometimes he liked to charm one into it as well.
There would be no charming this one though; he could, of course, but her manner already told the story that such a thing wouldn't be necessary with this woman. She was already playing with him, that impish smirk another sign that she was here to play; and if he played his cards right, he'd be the one who she ended up playing the rest of this game later with. Her intense focus on him would have made a lesser man blush, Shine instead chuckled lightly when she accepted his invitation for company and took a little sip from his drink before setting it on the table and setting his arms down so he could lean a little bit towards her.
Up close, he could see a lot more of her features more clearly. Her yellow-green skin was much greener then it was yellow now that the dim lights of the place weren't obscuring his view. Dark blue tattoos were here and there on her skin, something Shine knew the Mirialan culture were known for but had never seen up close before. There were plenty of them covering her face and neck, triangular in shape, with the biggest being on her chin. Dark black hair, tied into a braid, hung down long and far over her shoulder and as Shine looked back into her eyes, he noticed they were gray with flecks of blue. The second person I've met with gray eyes....maybe it isn't so rare after all.
Her playful manner continued in her next choice of words, along with her name and several other "interesting" points to note. The randomness of her last words brought a ping of memory rising within him, to the other person he knew that was prone to random words. Luck comes in threes....and it appeared luck had dumped all three on him in one go. His golden eyes shone whenever the light above managed to catch them at the right angle, but one could clearly see the amused glint behind them.
"Well, its my great pleasure to meet you Ms Ervisa. Since you were so kind to offer me your name without request, then I shall return the favor; Shine Albartos, pilot of all things good, bad and possibly troublesome. You need something brought somewhere else, I'll get it there without question.
As for the things I like, well let's see here. Flying of course, making a good pay so I can keep my ship running at the best she can, a good fight here or there if the situation calls for it. And I never turn down a chance to drink with a lady, especially one as stunning as you are. And maybe there's a few other things I never turn down with a lady, if you catch my meaning.
I'm partial to the number eight myself, but I'll give you that as well; the number seven has been growing on me lately. So....tell me Ms Ervisa, if its not intruding, how you came about gaining all those eye catching tattoos? I figure there's a story behind them, am I right?
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Sept 24, 2011 16:55:56 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 24, 2011 16:55:56 GMT -5
A pilot eh? Well that made two of them. Theoretically they could talk shop then. That was nice, a good fallback if the conversation needed a little boost. But luckily for her, he'd opened up a good topic of conversation. Her tattoos.
There were two sets of stories behind them. The truth, which remained constant, and the fictional stories which always changed. She preferred the latter, so she didn't have to discuss her time as a Jedi. In particular the loss of her Padawan, signified by the tattoos snaking up on her right arm. She didn't talk about it.
She preferred to be quirky and vivacious, making up interesting and obviously false stories. Anything to get a laugh really.
"Glad you asked that Shine. You see, this one," she gestured to the one on her left arm, "Signifies the time I beat down a dozen armed Mandalorians using nothing but a large sausage. And this one," She tapped the three on her right cheek, "Is for the time I rescued the Supreme Chancellor's cat from a tree."
The Mirialan woman kicked back in her seat and swung her legs up onto the table, downing the rest of her drink.
"And this big one on my chin is from the time I was made Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, because of my sheer badassittude." Her grin revealed these were all outright falsehoods, with not even the slightest pretense of truth.
And just to make things interesting, she decided to throw in one true one.
"These ones on the right side of my neck are from the time I broke out of prison on Rodia with nothing but a spoon and a pair of panties."
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Sept 29, 2011 23:26:35 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Sept 29, 2011 23:26:35 GMT -5
Shine settled more comfortably into his seat with a quick shuffle of his lower body, then leaned forward so that he could hear her better over the sounds of the establishment around them. The place still wasn't too loud, rather border lining on that imaginary line between too noisy and just the right amount of noise. But a group had an outburst now and then, drowning out all other sounds or voices whenever they did. And he did not want to miss one word that came from Ervisa.
He hadn't been sure that asking about her tattoo's had been a smart choice. Shine knew a few people that had scars or tattoos that, when asked about them, either passively changed the subject or aggressively growled about being asked and moved along. It could be a touchy subject with some people. But if his knowledge of Miralan culture was correct, the tattoo's were usually gained through an accomplishment of some kind....accomplishments that they had no problem telling others about.
Her expression told Shine that she was one of the one's that didn't mind telling the tales. So he settled in, leaned forward with his drink in hand, his golden eyes locked firmly on Ervisa...and he listened.
She got about halfway through her explanations before Shine couldn't help but let his grin turn wider then even he thought it would go and a laugh plowed its way free of his mouth. It would have been considered rude in most cases to laugh at how someone obtained what were considered badges of honor in a culture...but this wasn't most cases. And unless he'd taken the wrong turn off the road from reality, Ervisa's claims to how she earned those tattoo's were completely and utterly made up.
But that grin on her face told him she was purposely doing that. Just as the return grin from him showed that he fully understood that.
"Well I must say that's quite the accomplishments you've got to your name there Ms Ervisa. Indeed, I stand in awe of you and your sheer badassittude....and of course, your sheer beauty. Badassittude and beauty; what a wonderful combination."
A mischievous grin slid across his face and he folded his arms across his chest, flexing his shoulders a few times before patting his lips thoughtfully. "Broke out with just a spoon and panties huh? Well that is impressive....maybe you could show me later just how one breaks out with just a spoon and panties. Say, my place, whenever you feel like a tour of one of the most beautiful ships in the galaxy?" It was an open offer to hopefully bring her back to the Cat; if for nothing else, he liked hearing a fellow pilot's input on his ship. Of course that wasn't what his mind was really hoping on....
But hey, being optimistic has its benefits.
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Sept 30, 2011 12:00:48 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 30, 2011 12:00:48 GMT -5
Ervisa Therani was quite grateful to receive such an obvious positive response to her equally obvious false stories. Feedback was vital to any conversation, verbal and nonverbal. And his laughter was the ultimate mark of success. She always aimed to bring a smile to faces, even if it was only her own.
Because the alternative sucked. Who liked being sad or angry anyway? Having a good time was better for everyone involved. And that was the honest truth.
"Well I must say that's quite the accomplishments you've got to your name there Ms Ervisa. Indeed, I stand in awe of you and your sheer badassittude....and of course, your sheer beauty. Badassittude and beauty; what a wonderful combination."
Ervisa stood from her seat and made a little curtsy, with comically embellished movements, before returning to her seat and taking another puff of her cigar. She rolled the smoke around in her mouth for a moment, savoring the spice, before blowing it out in a perfect ring. Acquired skill.
"Broke out with just a spoon and panties huh? Well that is impressive....maybe you could show me later just how one breaks out with just a spoon and panties. Say, my place, whenever you feel like a tour of one of the most beautiful ships in the galaxy?"
Ervisa leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice, as if sharing a secret. "That one's actually true." She smiled and winked, her full lips forming a sly grin, as if this was banter between friends instead of with a total stranger. She wasn't sure how he'd feel about that, but she was perfectly at ease with strangers. She loved 'em. Big ones, small ones, weird ones, boring- Well, not boring ones. But strangers made for interesting times. You never quite knew how they were going to react. That was always something with wild variations.
As the Mirialan leaned back, she directed her foot up Shine's leg, rubbing in small circles with it. She wasn't exactly renowned for being subtle. She was much like a very pretty blunt instrument to be honest.
"I'd be pleased as punch to see more of your... ship."
Her foot finally stopped navigating its way around his leg, and she downed the rest of her drink in one gulp. Then she rose from her seat and deposited herself directly onto Shine's lap, letting both arms wrap around his neck.
"Ah, no sense beating around the bush. I totally want to bear your freaky little half-green children."
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Sept 30, 2011 22:23:47 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Sept 30, 2011 22:23:47 GMT -5
Shine clapped his hands lightly a few times when Ervisa took a small bow after his compliments, then waved his hands lightly to send the smoke she puffed from her cigar away. Truth be told, Shine wasn't exactly a fan of the things, nor of the cigs that people like Asyr liked to dabble on constantly. But at least the cigars weren't as bad for the body or others as the cigs were....and he wouldn't deny someone something they obviously enjoyed simply because he disliked it.
Besides, he could always ask her to keep the smoking of cigars lighter in his presence later. If there was a later anyway.
When she leaned forward, Shine matched the motion and tilted his head to the side so she could whisper into his ear. What she said didn't surprise him; he'd half expected at least one of the stories to be true. Still, it made him raise an eyebrow at the knowledge...and had his mind pondering just how one escaped a prison with a spoon and panties. Well...he had some ideas, but they weren't exactly one's he was willing to share. Not quite yet anyway. Maybe later, when they had become better "acquainted" with one another would he be willing to share this thoughts. Until then, they'd stay firmly locked within his ever thinking brain.
Her casual tone and way of speaking, like two friends meeting up to chat, was not lost on him. Nor did it bother him in the slightest. Heck, half the time, that was exactly what he did whenever he met someone new that he found interesting. True, not all of them got the attempted charm (Lord know what Asyr would think if he did that), but most of them got the friendly attitude at least. After all.....one does not become your enemy until they do something to merit the term. Till then, they are neutral and you should at least try to be civilized with them.
Movement below the table caught Shine by surprise though, more so when he realized it was her leg, creeping its way up his and rubbing in gentle circles. He flashed a quick grin and sipped another quart of his drink before speaking.
"There's plenty to show you, trust me. I'm sure you'll be quite impressed with the shape and design, as well as all the niffy tricks that are hidden just beneath the surface. Just remember to say please."
He flashed her a quick wink, which oddly enough, was timed perfectly with her leg stopping its gentle rubbing of his own. With a quick gulp to finish her drink, she was suddenly on her feet for the flash of an instant, then she was seated once again. Only this time she was seated on his lap, her arms laced around his neck.The move was sudden all right, but like an actor that knew his part perfectly, Shine's arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her lightly towards him, grinning wide with a look of utter mischief behind his smile and eyes. What caught him truly off guard though, was her following statement. His eyes blinked in surprise, words lost to him for a moment...and then his brain finally caught up with his mouth and her let the words flow easily from them.
"Well, well, I think I'll take that as a compliment. Now, while the idea is interesting in its own right, let's start with something just a tiny bit simpler. At least...until we get "really" well acquainted." His hand traced lines around her hips and slowly slid up and down her back, licking his lips as he let his eyes wander for a moment. "Now, while I'm sure everyone in here would enjoy such a show, allow me to escort you to my ship Ms Ervisa." With cool effectiveness, he leaned up and leaned his face forward to whisper in her ear. "Where I can show you an exclusive show in private...one I think you'll enjoy immensely."
With a little kiss to the side of her cheek, he eased her off him and offered an arm, flicking a credit chit onto the table to pay for the drinks. And provided she accepted his invitation(and at this point, did anyone think she wouldn't?), he'd take her from the place all the way back to the hangar where the Cat rested...for a night full of private shows indeed.
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Oct 1, 2011 0:29:52 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 1, 2011 0:29:52 GMT -5
"There's plenty to show you, trust me. I'm sure you'll be quite impressed with the shape and design, as well as all the niffy tricks that are hidden just beneath the surface. Just remember to say please."
She was sure that was the case. Pilots who owned their ships were a special breed, one quite fond of their 'babies.' Ervisa had never owned a single ship, despite being a pretty damned good pilot. In her experience, every ship was unique. They all had characters of their own. Even the same model of ship varied by each one.
She had to admit, she would enjoy the tour. Even if it was what came AFTER the tour that really interested her. And neither of them were under any illusions about that.
"Well, well, I think I'll take that as a compliment. Now, while the idea is interesting in its own right, let's start with something just a tiny bit simpler. At least...until we get "really" well acquainted."
Ervisa smirked a little bit. She HAD intended it as a compliment of sorts. Was she serious about the offer? Not really. Children weren't on her radar, more like on a list of things to avoid. They weren't bad when they were someone else' responsibility, but Force help her if she was supposed to deal with them. Now that was a real nightmare.
"Now, while I'm sure everyone in here would enjoy such a show, allow me to escort you to my ship Ms Ervisa."
Probably true. The passers-by in the street would be in for a quite a show if she had her way. It was a semi-common occurrence for her to face off against public indecency laws. So far she'd been quite apt at avoiding arrest. Strangely enough for someone with a bounty on Rodia, she didn't exactly keep a low profile.
"Where I can show you an exclusive show in private...one I think you'll enjoy immensely."
She raised an eyebrow. It had better be a heck of a show.
"You're going to strip naked then do the sexy dance wearing a shirt made of whipped cream?" An impish smile appeared on her face. That was precisely the sort of thing she'd do.
She beamed a little at the touch of his lips to her cheek, and took the arm he offered.
"Lead on Shine."
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Post by Jazen on Oct 3, 2011 21:17:51 GMT -5
Shine couldn't help but laugh at her last comment Ervisa tossed his way as he offered his arm to take hers, an offer she accepted without question or doubt. Grinning, he started towards the door with her matching pace at his side, trying not to let out the cry of victory that was boiling in his throat, ready to come out. He always enjoyed showing the Cat to someone who could appreciate a good ship; the fact that it was a stunning woman who wanted to spend some "quality" time with him was an added bonus.
The trip to the docking bay were the Black Cat was resting in silence wasn't too far off from the establishment he had met Ervisa in, about ten minutes away by speeder to be exact. Shine managed to cut it down to eight minutes by doing some creative flying, nimbly moving his way through the streets around all manner of obstacle, detouring around a street to cut time. He wasn't showing off per say.....more like trying to shave time to get to the part of this escort that he wanted to happen. Oddly enough, that was giving a tour of the Cat...and not the possible ransacking of his bedsheets.
Setting the speeder down outside the hangar bay door, Shine hopped out of the speeder, then circled around to assist Ervisa out of the vehicle, if she chose to accept the offer. With a smile, he took her arm once again and lead her into the hangar. Triggering the main lights of the docking bay as he entered, Shine felt his heart swell with a bit of pride as the Black Cat was illuminated by the bright lights. He stayed silent for a moment longer, letting Ervisa drink in the mix of polished steel and battle scoured plates, of the ships own unique shape and design, of what could be seen of his ship from the outside.
Finally, Shine broke the silence to speak, gesturing towards the ship with his free hand, his smile never leaving his face. "Well, this is her, my bread and butter, my better half...heck, she's pretty much my home. This is the Black Cat. I hope she's too your visual liking."
With a moment for her to reply, Shine then motioned for them to move onto the ship itself. He keyed the ramp quickly upon their arrival, the hissing of pistons and the groan of hydraulics filling the air as the ramp lowered to the ground with a resounding thud. "Ladies first," Shine said, extending his hand outwards to offer her the way. Once they were both up the ramp, Shine slapped the ramp switch to lift it back up again. Stepping into the center of the entryway, Shine glanced back and forth between the cockpit and then back to the main area. He saw no movement and the sound of the ramp lowering did not seem to have drawn Whiskey or Vis out of the ship.
"Whiskey? Vis? Anyone here?" After a few moments of nothing but silence, Shine shrugged and turned back to Ervisa, smiling. "It appears my comrade is out and about and my assistant is recharging. Guess that means we're all alone and I shall have to "entertain" you myself." Offering his hand to take hers, Shine would guide her into the galley area and turned the ships interior lights on. And from there, Shine took her on a short tour of the vessel. He showed her the powerful hyperdrive that would normally never be found on a ship like this, the modifications to the engines to boost her power, the gun wells that lead to the ship's powerful weapons, the galley once again and the eight rooms surrounding the galley that acted as living quarters. His tour included the cockpit, though he made sure to keep the access code for the ship and several of the other systems a secret, just in case.
All the while, he explained where he had gotten the ship, allowing her to ask questions which, depending on the content, he choose to answer with truth or calmly deflected the question. Shine was an open guy for the most part when discussing the Cat...but there were things even he wouldn't reveal easily, especially not to someone he just met. Even if she was five kinds of hot and had been practically crawling over his lap earlier.
Returning back to where his room had been, Shine turned and folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the door frame. "And this is my room, which is where the tour reaches its end. I'm sorry if it was boring at any point and if my ramblings have corrupted your opinion of me. In any case...I hope the Cat appeals to your liking.
Oh yes, I almost forgot...." he said with a smirk before tilting his head calmly towards the open room, "While that was a wonderful idea earlier, I sadly do not have any whipped cream. But I do believe I might be able to make up for it....if your....still game." As those words came slowly from his lips, he took careful steps to close the gap between them, his golden eyes glinting. As the last of it slipped away on the wind, he leaned forward to wrap his arms around her and bring his lips to hers....and then, if all went well, guide her into the open room at their side.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 4, 2011 23:07:25 GMT -5
Ervisa let Shine's lips touch her own, and promptly started to perform amazing feats of maneuverability... with her tongue.
The tour had been fine, and the ship had been quite nice. She was honestly impressed with it. But that had all been a sideshow, a distraction from what she'd been waiting for the whole time. This. This right here. The feel of her arms around him, the warmth they had pressed up against each other. The great sense of expectation over what was about to happen.
She lived at that moment. Nothing else quite compared. Not a duel with lightsabers, not flying a ship fast, and definitely not sitting around sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches. THIS was living. Lust? Yes please.
The Mirialan woman pulled away from the kiss and allowed herself to be guided into the bedroom. That was all part of her own 'master plan.' Nothing duplicitous or disreputable. She'd just wanted him from the minute he'd opened his mouth and made her 'Corellian-sense' tingle.
Once inside the room, she gave Shine a push onto his bed and pulled her navy blue tank top over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Her boots joined it, then her pants. Now the vast majority of her green skin was showing, and the tattoos running the length of her arms and up onto her face were even more apparent. Her muscles were also easily seen. She was defined, slender but muscular. She was strong, and it showed. It didn't conflict with her femininity at all though. It just... accented it.
She pulled off her panties and her bra, revealing all of herself. Then she gleefully crossed the small room and flopped onto the bed next to him.
"Take me like a rancor in mating season baby!"
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Post by Jazen on Oct 8, 2011 12:08:14 GMT -5
Shine had to give this woman credit; she knew what she wanted and she certainly knew how to take it. When he saw that she willingly accepted his kiss, he allowed it to continue deeper for a few moments...a few amazing moments.
When she broke it to follow his lead into the room, Shine managed a quick push to the door control before she pushed him onto the bed, the smooth door sliding into place behind them with a soft hiss and a click. The door locked automatically when he did this, as all the doors in his ship did. At least this way, if Whiskey returned or Vis awoke from his recharging or came back as well, they wouldn't walk in on something....well, rather private.
She wasted in time in removing her clothes, ALL her clothes at that, Shine whistled in a low tone of appreciation and admiration. Grinning, he watched her stalk closer to him, letting his eyes drink in every detail he could. From her green tinged skin to her intricate tattoos, over that slender body lined with defining muscles and finally up to that beautiful face that was glinting with wicked intent.
As she flopped beside him and spoke words that caught Shine completely by surprise, all Shine could do was smile and laugh as he started to work on his own clothes. "Well, I've never seen what a rancor does in mating season so I can't say I know for sure what you speak of. But....I'll give it a shot."
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A short while later, the door to his room hissed open, which allowed a semi-clothed Shine to step out for a moment, stretching his exhausted muscles. Despite his muscles screaming about how tired they were, Shine could only feel a pleasant warmth in his body, dulling out the cry for rest in his body. Turning his head around, the reason for that still lay half hidden beneath the covers of his bed, the sheets oddly enough only covering half of her modesty. Which, to Shine, was likely her plan. Stretching out again, Shine turned on his heel and sat beside her on to bed, leaning back against the cool wall of his ship.
Smiling, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and traced his finger in circles on her opposite side, tracing those circles around several of the tattoos on her form.
"I must say, that was the most enjoyable exercise I've had in a while. Done only for the sake of good, instead of say running to save your life or having to outbox an unfriendly face for whatever reason. I hope that the "exercise" was to your liking, Ervisa?" Because it had certainly been to his liking...and like every man, Shine secretly wanted to know that the opposite had enjoyed the time as much as he had. Some might call it self-centered...Shine considered it to be a learning experience. After all, what man wouldn't want to learn how to make sure his female companion had the time of her life too? An egotistical one most likely.....
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 9, 2011 13:09:10 GMT -5
Ervisa relaxed, enjoying the soft bed and the cool sheets swaddled around her legs. The sensation mingled with the cool air on her exposed bosom, for an interesting experience. It wasn't 'modest' at all, but she'd just had sex with a total stranger, what did modesty matter?
"I must say, that was the most enjoyable exercise I've had in a while. Done only for the sake of good, instead of say running to save your life or having to outbox an unfriendly face for whatever reason. I hope that the "exercise" was to your liking, Ervisa?"
She didn't think of it as exercise exactly, but then again she was in excellent shape. her flat abs and her slender figure were responsible for any number of amazingly flexible contortions, several of which she'd just shown off, and her arms and legs were also quite well-muscled. She could probably go at it all day long if she had to, not as if she'd ever tried though. Once was enough to satisfy her, and on rare occasion she came back for seconds, but by and large she was a one-night-stand kind of girl.
To answer his question, yes. It had been to her liking. Not exactly what she'd meant by 'rancor in mating season,' but not bad either. She made a soft sound when Shine touched her tattooed skin. It was always nice to vocalize, and she had a hunch men liked getting a little feedback in that way.
"Yup. It was good."Ervisa threw her arms behind her neck and laid back on the bed, in silence for a few seconds. Then, in a dramatic motion, she swung away the sheet and slid out of the bed.
She found her panties first, and then her bra. Both were put on and covered her up, then the search for the remainder of her clothing continued. One by one the garments were recovered and put on again. The Mirialan woman pulled her blue tank top down over her head, and she was essentially ready. Only one thing remained.
Ervisa scooped up her black leather gunbelt and buckled it around her waist, tying the strap around her hip to hold the bottom of the holster in place.
"Well, nice meeting you Shine. Enjoyed the tour and the roll in the hay, but now I'll be on my way without delay."
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Post by Jazen on Oct 14, 2011 19:15:37 GMT -5
Shine watched in absolute silence as Ervisa rose from the bed in a quick toss of the sheet and went on a mission to seek out her clothes. In the rush to remove each others clothes, neither of them had been careful about where what ended up. As such, their clothes were in scattered about the small room, his shirt hanging off a niche in the wall, hers littered around the floor, the bed and the small counter in his room.
Her panties and bra were the easiest to find oddly enough, having gone no further then the bed when they'd been tossed off. The rest of her clothes were like a scavenger hunt to seek them out in order. Shine found her tank top as she pulled her pants on, handing it to her when she finally laced her boots back on. A part of him moaned inside at her being fully clothed again, but the other part knew it had its imagination and an image to recall later for his personal enjoyment. That would be enough till the next time...if there was one at that.
A click stirred him from his thoughts, turning to notice Ervisa snapping her belt back on. Then she turned back to face him for a moment before saying she was going to be off.
Well, that would have been fine normally. But Shine found her interesting(and not just in that way) and didn't feel like he was ready to let her just disappear like that. His mind clicked faster then his body reacted...or was it the other way around? Either way, Shine was out of his bed and up to his feet in record time, stepping out the door after her.
"If its not too much trouble actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a quick meal. This might not give you a five star meal, but the stuff I can cook up will make your stomach happy nonetheless. And we can talk a bit more if your willing. Been a while since I've had such interesting company and I don't know about you, but I'd feel cheated a bit if the only purpose of this meeting was a roll in the hay when there could be so much more.
What say you Ervisa?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 14, 2011 20:13:45 GMT -5
"If its not too much trouble actually, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a quick meal. This might not give you a five star meal, but the stuff I can cook up will make your stomach happy nonetheless. And we can talk a bit more if your willing. Been a while since I've had such interesting company and I don't know about you, but I'd feel cheated a bit if the only purpose of this meeting was a roll in the hay when there could be so much more.
What say you Ervisa?"
Ervisa paused at the entry way, her duffel slung over one shoulder, but only at the mention of food. It wouldn't kill her to eat, but if he wasn't capable of cooking she was. However he didn't seem to realize that the purpose of the meeting was just a roll in the hay.
She wasn't interested in anything more than that. Not with anyone. It wasn't anything against Shine, she just didn't want to be close to anybody. He was probably a fascinating and nice person, which was good... for him. But she wasn't concerned with that. She'd had her fun, and it was time to be on her way. Or it had been until the topic of food came up.
She'd been without sustenance of the solid variety since breakfast. But if food was on the agenda, she would be the one wielding the skillet. She had the skills of a top chef and she knew how to use them.
Yes, she'd stick around. For the chance to cook.
"All right, you've got me for the next hour. But I insist on cooking that way it will be a five star meal."
The Mirialan woman tossed her duffel back down in the corner and sped off to the galley, promptly rifling through the cupboards and the refrigerator. Brualki, a red wine, some munch-fungus... She could work with this.
She grabbed a skillet off the rack, placed it on the stove and started to work.
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Post by Jazen on Oct 18, 2011 23:18:49 GMT -5
Time seemed to pass rather slowly over the next few moments, Shine himself remaining motionless himself as he watched Ervisa start to leave, then watching in anticipation as she paused in response to his request.
Contrary to popular belief and no doubt what Ervisa was reading from his request, Shine's reasoning had actually been much simpler. In the world of smuggling, the more contacts or acquaintances you had, the better off you would be. The more people you knew, the more people you could call on for favors or earn favors from, something that every smuggler knew was worth its weight in credits. Plus, you could always toss them a job if it seemed more their kind of work and in the vice versa of the idea, they could toss a job your way that you might be more inclined to take.
That was the simple explanation for his asking her to stick around a while longer. The other was, quite honestly, because he found Ervisa an interesting being and someone worth knowing. Forget that she was carrying a lightsaber, that she was beyond beautiful and that she had jumped him with a speed that would make some people question her ethics; she had caught Shine's attention merely through her personality and wit. Plus, she was a pilot herself, something that Shine could relate to and talk at length with her possibly. The benefits of making friends with her were great and Shine for one saw a prime chance when it came to him.
The silence finally ended when Ervisa turned to look at him and, much to his delight, agreed to stick around another hour for food. So long as she got to cook it. Shine smiled warmly and stepped aside to let her into the main area where she could go to work.
"An hour is all I'll ask. And by all means, my kitchen and supplies are yours to use. Here, let me help show you were all the cooking materials are."
He directed her to cabinets when she asked for items as she set to work, Shine always staying a step out of her way, assisting only when she needed something found. The smell of a warm meal, a GOOD warm meal filled the air quickly and Shine took a deep breath as the smell filled his senses. She really could cook a quality meal it seemed....just one more click on the list of reasons why he wanted to make friends. A thought occurred to him then about how he'd sounded in asking her to stick around. It could have been read into a different way...logically sound considering all the points.
He'd fix that. Over dinner. If he didn't drool himself silly over the smell of hot food and of the hot woman making it.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 19, 2011 21:11:35 GMT -5
The task of cooking was one thing Ervisa Therani approached with a certain kind of delightful mania. She seemed to be moving like a ship through hyperspace in the kitchen, zipping back and forth between pots and pans, and rifling through the galley on the hunt for anything she felt like she could use.
She found a nice bottle of Chandrilan red wine, Chateau Matti, of which about a third went to braise the bruallki and then be reduced into a sauce. About a quarter of what remained in the bottle went into Ervisa. The chef needed to sample the product, purely for quality control purposes of course. And the remainder of it went out for the table along with a pair of wine glasses.
That left the munch fungus, and the Revwien lettuce, some pear, and some melon.
The fungus she sliced thinly and placed into the sauce, and the pear and melon were cut into small 'sticks.' She tossed those into a bowl with the lettuce and set about the task of making a simple salad dressing. She could do that one in her sleep.
Interestingly enough she was all self-taught in the kitchen, though she could easily find work in any finer Coruscant restaurant thanks to the speed and precision with which she wielded a knife and skillet. She'd actually contemplated doing just that from time to time, but she'd lose the adventure. She liked her crazy nomadic existence, bouncing from paycheck to paycheck without any permanent home. It was fun. She did what she wanted when she wanted, and that was that.
She cut the heat and pulled the meat out of the pan to rest, and started in on the main sauce. A little cream, a few spices... And done. She put that aside too and took the bowl of salad out to the galley table.
Ervisa slid into one of the seats and immediately deposited salad onto the two waiting plates. Then she picked up a fork and set to work on the fruits of her labor.
"All right, food's up. I'd say kiss the cook, but you already did."
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Post by Jazen on Oct 25, 2011 0:29:43 GMT -5
If Shine had thought Ervisa couldn't get any more amazing, reality decided to throw that fact back in his face. In the best way possible.
Shine had already discovered that the Mirialan woman was a master in the bedroom, using tricks that Shine's imagination had not thought possible and with the untamed wildness of a wolf. And now, in the after, he was learning that she was also a wizard in the kitchen. If he were a stereotypical man, having a woman that could satisfy you in the saddle and was a genius in the kitchen, that would be enough for him to take her and never let her go. That was what a stereotypical woman was thought to be and for some, that was the perfect combination.
Shine admitted they were good traits; but considering his lifestyle, any woman that he ever met was far from just those two things. It was usually one or the other, complimented with a host of other desirable qualities. Shine, if he ever had to choose a lady, would likely pick one that was far from the stereotype. And that was a thought that filled him with great joy.
As it were, the thing filling him with great joy now was the wonderful smell of the food she was preparing. She moved with a speed and grace that worked well with her lean form, grabbing the items she needed with machine like efficiency as she tore through his food supplies to find just the right items for the meal that was creating itself in her mind. After a while of helping her find things she was requesting in the hopes of finding, Shine had taken a step back to allow her to work unhindered by his inexperienced hands.
In no time flat, the meal was sizzling, readied, spiced up and with a little assistance, brought over to the big table in the galley and set out for them to eat. Shine chuckled as he brought over the wine and finished setting the rest of the well cooked food down as Ervisa settled in to taste the fruits of her labor. Shine was bringing the last of it when she mentioned that old homage about kissing the cook...and he barely kept from laughing. Patting her shoulder as he came by, he leaned down beside her. "That's a good point, but you know what I think? Just because you've already done something doesn't mean you can't do it again." Smiling, he gave her a light peck on the cheek, then gave her a slightly fuller kiss to the lips before moving to sit across from her.
Pouring a small bit of the wine and dishing up, Shine took a small bit of the meal she'd made...and tried not to gasp in surprise. It. Was. Unbelievable. "Oh my stars and starships...this is amazing! It's almost better then sex." Taking another bite, he savored the taste before swallowing, then turned his attention to Ervisa. 'So, I've been wondering Ervisa...you got a ship yourself? If you do, I'd love to see it sometime...and if not, I know a few people who know some other people who know this one dealer on Kuat....he's got some great deals for decent grade ships. The Cat was one of them actually...course now she's a level above even the best."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 25, 2011 10:32:30 GMT -5
"That's a good point, but you know what I think? Just because you've already done something doesn't mean you can't do it again."
In this next kiss, Ervisa injected a bit of tongue. For good measure of course. Also for the one reason she did anything: she felt like it. When Shine pulled away from it, she winked.
"No objection here hot stuff." She patted him on the armor before he moved across from her, at which point she had her foot if she still felt like touching him.
"Oh my stars and starships...this is amazing! It's almost better then sex."
Ervisa bowed slightly from her seat, performing a flourish with her hand. On the whole it looked rather like the conductor of the Coruscant Pops Orchestra after an especially good performance. The Mirialan woman added in mouthing the words 'thank you' repeatedly to help complete the illusion.
But she couldn't be distracted from her own food for very long. After all, she didn't want the main course to get cold or anything. Luckily there wasn't much salad, and she finished with it just as Shine finished talking.
'So, I've been wondering Ervisa...you got a ship yourself? If you do, I'd love to see it sometime...and if not, I know a few people who know some other people who know this one dealer on Kuat....he's got some great deals for decent grade ships. The Cat was one of them actually...course now she's a level above even the best."
With a newly-cleared plate, Ervisa felt perfectly free to answer as she made the exchange of salad plate for dinner plate. It wasn't as if she wasn't too rushed to have a little conversation over dinner.
"Nah, no ship. I just fly them. Go from one job to another, spend a week or two between jobs just hanging around exotic places drinking exotic drinks. I don't make the kind of money needed to own a ship anyway. That'd take maybe five or six jobs for a cheap ship. Then I'd have to worry about lining up work. This way I don't have to worry 'bout anything other than getting from A to B, y'know?"
The ex-Jedi speared a bite of the braised meat and raised it to her lips. Promptly her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned a little. It was like sex. She'd outdone herself this time.
"So yeah Shine. Shiny. Albartos. Albatross. Hey, Shiny Albatross. That works. Anyway Shiny, I'm not in the market for a ship. That's basically settling down, and I'm not the girl who settles down."
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Post by Jazen on Oct 29, 2011 21:56:20 GMT -5
The smell of the food before him finally overwhelmed Shine's willpower, calling him to dig back into it while he waited for Ervisa to find an answer to the questions he'd posed her. Like her, Shine had dished the salad up as well as the main course, though his first bite had come out of the main course. Deciding he wanted to savor the warm, five star meal, Shine turned his attention to the small amount of salad before him and opened up in earnest upon it.
By the time she'd finally moved her lips to answer him, that salad had been devoured completely. Shine had eaten it quickly but with the fine manners he'd been brought up with from his years under the roof of a family of police officers. Messy was not tolerated in that scene for if you were messy or sloppy, it could come back to bite you, in all aspects of your life. Another one of those fine lessons that his father had made him partake in and like all the other lessons his family had dropped upon him, he took them to heart and used them to the best of his ability.
Moving the empty salad dish aside and bringing the main course back before him, Shine reached over to his wine glass and took it carefully into his palm. He pulled it towards him and gently took a small sip as Ervisa took a break from her meal to reply to him and he pondered his own reply. He'd figured her for a pilot, a fact that he'd nailed spot on the money, but the detail about her being more of a pilot for hire was something he had not expected. More to the point because she was hired to fly OTHER people's ships rather then have her own with which to fly her fares and or cargos around. Now that was news to him.
"Oh, is that so? He usually doesn't sell them for a high price if you know how to haggle and drop an extra credit or two to bring him the right gifts.
Nah, I jest there. The old man's pretty stubborn about prices, but he's got the heart of a pilot. He'd make sure you got the ship he felt was right for you, even if he had to wait for a while in order to get the full funding for it. Course, as rumor goes, he puts a little device somewhere in the ship that lets him find you wherever you are to get that credit...but I haven't found it yet.
He resisted the urge to make a comment about her reaction to the food; taken by surprise at how good of a meal she had made it seemed. Shine was tempted to compare that reaction to the one's she'd given earlier...but he decided against it for now. No need to get dirty over meal time. That time was reserved for a more private time when food would not be scattered all over the room as a result of the getting dirty. Taking another bite of the warm meat, Shine held it in his mouth melting for a moment in flavour before swallowing to continue speaking.
"Hah, Shiny huh? Oddly enough, not the first time I've been given that nickname and likely won't be the last. Anyway, if your not looking for a craft at the moment, that's alright. The offer still stands in case you ever need it. As for the settling down thing, I think I should clear up some confusion. You may have got the impression that's the reason I asked you to stick around; make some more formal bond or what not. Now, that's half true. While I did want you to stick around to get to know you a bit better, my intentions were more along the lines of friends, acquaintances, that kind of thing. I like meeting and making interesting friends and your fall into the interesting area quite easily.
With that in mind, I've got a proposition for you. If your willing to listen to a young Corellian's battle plan that is."
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