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Jan 12, 2012 19:26:57 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jan 12, 2012 19:26:57 GMT -5
(((Sorry it got way too long… I guess it’s because I haven’t written with her for a while. You guys only really have to worry about the last paragraph or two… the rest is mainly for me, haha. ;p)))
[…from Cultivating Chaos]
Boredom could not even begin to describe how she was currently feeling. She was itching for some action, itching with a need to do something important. A need to occupy her mind with anything but was there at the moment. The last few months had been filled with missions, keeping her not long on Concord Dawn. Gargon had been the first of many where she had gone in with only one or two others to wake up her future compatriots on Republic-held worlds. The Togoria mission had just been a mess. And before that, had been Shogun where she had helped take back the planet but later on retreat had fallen and consequently personally diagnosed herself with a very mild concussion, nothing to worry about. All she wanted to do was continue to help the cause. She belonged in the chaos and the fray, not relaxing in a hotel room, letting her skeletons escape their prison.
She had originally balked at the suggestion by her CO that she needed to take a few days off, argued that her injury had been minimal and had all but disappeared, that a better use of her time was with her squad, not shuttled away somewhere for leave. Almost a decade she had served the army, only taking time off a couple years back when she suffered a major injury. He was all for eager soldiers, but he needed fresh ones with clear heads, explaining the order was more for general rest than because of any past battle wounds. There was no room for overworked soldiers at his base. Eventually after a long discussion, Lieutenant Ambria Arcane of the Mandalorian Army Spec Ops had relented and booked a trip. She chose a peaceful enough place where she could blend in as a tourist but close enough to base that she could return early if need be.
At first, the semi-mandated week of leave designated by her superiors had seemed positive for her. Or at least, she was trying to stay upbeat about it. She would have much preferred to just hang out at base, working out, doing drills out on the firing range. Ambria could understand taking a break from missions but didn’t agree that she needed to be away from Concord Dawn to be able to do it. The dark-skinned woman didn’t really know how to vacation, but she would try to make the most of it. It had been over a decade that she had been on a planet and hadn’t been there for military reasons. But she had an idea of how a vacation had to go, and so she made a list, picking out local points of interest and packing her things according to weather reports. Reluctantly she left her armor and weapons behind, though it pained her to do so; they obviously wouldn’t be needed.
Arrival to the spaceport in Aldera on Alderaan had been uneventful. No one even knew who she was, dressed as she was in her street clothes. And that was probably for the best. Alderaan was a staunch Republic planet, one of the founders. Right now the Mandalorians were not exactly one of the Republic’s favorite people. There were plenty of other more tourist-friendly planets, but she had wanted to stay a day or two’s hyperspace trip away from Concord Dawn. There had been rumblings around base about another full-scale invasion, and there was no way she was going to miss that, vacation or no.
Her plans had her staying in one of Crevasse City’s famed hotels, but since the city in the canyon hadn’t its own spaceport, she had needed to take a hover train from Aldera. She was pleasantly surprised by the trip, watching the landscape through the viewport next to her seat. Alderaan was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. Mandalore, Concord Dawn, any of the other planets she had been to paled in comparison to this. Ambria found herself staring out slack-jawed part of the time, only later realizing that it helped emphasize her as tourist, not soldier. They passed by a herd of strange animals, overhearing from another passenger that they were nerfs. Her eyebrows had raised a bit at that. So that was what her steaks looked like beforehand. Everything was so overwhelming, and she began to think that perhaps she would enjoy this trip, after all.
After settling into her room at the Grand Crevasse Hotel & Spa and unpacking, she had headed out to gaze at the view, still amazed at the architecture of the city. Everything was built into the canyon walls, which shined with all the artificial lights giving the illusion of high noon, though it was darker at the surface. She could see much of the city from her position; the hotel being a bit older was anchored closer to the top of the canyon, while newer constructs were closer to the bottom. Ambria knew that down there housed a maze of cave formations with hot springs. She had planned to stop by there during her trip. Knowledge of a hot bath was one of her few weaknesses, and she couldn’t wait to soothe her amputated stump in its waters.
With her day was almost gone, though, with the later arrival of her train, she had contented herself with a meal at the hotel’s restaurant. She had never eaten anything so good in her entire life. But it didn’t take much to surpass farm dinners on Mandalore, mess hall meals on Concord Dawn. Ambria was quick to agree with her Alderaan guidebook that had mentioned the planet’s famed cuisine. Apparently it had to do with their growing season allowing for a large variety of crops. She didn’t care; it just tasted so good. And the wine, well… Even though she wasn’t much of a drinker, by the time she got back to her room for the night she had gone through almost a whole bottle of their spiced wine.
In the morning, she had continued her tourist plans, taking a trip out to the Castle Lands to see the famous Killik Mounds. The location was a bit crowded with visitors and artists alike, but Ambria didn’t mind. She just blended into the crowd and gaped at the huge formations along with everyone else. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, and it was hard for her to get back on the shuttle and return back to Crevasse City. But she didn’t depart without first taking a couple still holos with her newly purchased cam, already thinking of places to put them in her quarters back at CDHQ.
Back in Crevasse City, she squeezed in some time to explore the area around her hotel, which was still lit up as though it were noon on a desert planet. If one didn’t look out horizontally, one wouldn’t even realize one was walking on the side of a canyon wall. She stayed in the more touristy areas, going past shops, retaurants, bars, little museums. Ambria also noticed a couple parks on her walk and made a note of their location for later. Her body was aching for some exercise. Normally a good long run was part of her morning routine, but she hadn’t gotten a chance to have one since leaving the base.
Ambria then had another gourmet meal at another amazing restaurant before gathering some things in her room and heading down to the bottom of the canyon to look for hot springs open to the public. This late, she passed by mostly couples on romantic rendezvous but eventually came to one that was fairly remote and empty. Though she wasn’t ashamed of her leg, per se, she still didn’t like to go around advertising it as well. Plus, it might invite awkward questions as to how she acquired it. She withdrew her robe and slipped into the water after first removing her prosthetic and nestling it under the robe. In the bubbling water no one would be able to tell that she had only one and a half legs. Ambria closed her eyes and enjoyed the next few moments as the water relaxed her tired muscles and worked out soreness in the stump below her left knee. If she had to go back to Concord Dawn tomorrow, this leave would have been worth it.
And she was right about that. The next day she woke up at a loss for what to do. She had packed so many things into her first couple of days on Alderaan that there was really nothing left for which she could occupy her time. Ambria found herself coming up with the visage of her dead husband during a meal or one of her countless walks or just sitting in her room. This was what she had been afraid of when the suggestion of taking a vacation had first been brought to her. She needed to keep busy to keep Turin safely locked away where she couldn’t think about him. But now, with all her big sightseeing tours done, all she had was time. Time to sit around, her mind wandering to places she didn’t want to go. Boredom was her bane.
Determined to not let it defeat her and wanting to carry out her CO’s orders despite how she disagreed with them, she changed into her running gear. Normally when Turin haunted her, she would go out to the firing range and let off a few dozen rounds. Or maybe she’d find another soldier to spar with. But she hadn’t those luxuries here. The only thing left was to go for a good, hard run, clearing everything from her head. Finding one of the larger parks she had noted before, she headed in, first jogging, then working up some good speed. Not being an overly spacious park, she just made small circuits around its outskirts. Eventually all she saw was the path in front of her, the scenery a blur to the side of her. With every pounding step she pounded another brick back into Turin’s compartment in her head.
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Jan 13, 2012 20:39:24 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Jan 13, 2012 20:39:24 GMT -5
Finally he had gotten away from Hebba, for weeks now he had been waiting for something to happen, he had gone on missions and not had goons coming after his head. Zett could only think that Hebba was either running out of men, had given up, or was busy. Zett thought it was the last of the three choices.
Zett had chosen Alderaan due to the fact that if Hebba starts to hunt him again he would still be close to home, and second Hebba would not think to look for him here due to some local trouble he had started here on Alderaan.
So about a week ago Zett had dropped his crew off in another city on Alderaan and then landed the ship in the forest out side one of the Crevasse Cities about 3 miles away from the mouth of the canyon it sat in, far enough into the forest that he did not call any attention to himself.
Zett sat out side the Star Hunter working on pieces of tech he had, building small piece's of armor, then reading up on notes about where Marcus' stuff and note book could be. but soon he stopped just working and started to enjoy himself for the first time in a long while he had been able to just sit back and read a book. soon though he had st oped reading he had been here a week and even though he enjoined living outside with just a camp fire he though it time to go into the city.
Ha went into the ship and powered on some of his droids. T6 made a concerning beep asking Zett where he was going? Just out... for once Zett could say that and it be true. Hey just call if any one tries to still the ship,or, blow up the city you know stuff like that. the droid made a conforming beep.
Zett went into the cargo room of the ship and unarmed his Nexu, Claw series speeder bike. it took a good hour to get all of it off. when he was done he lowered the second bigger ramp to let the speeder out before going to his own room and grabbing his mando helmet keep any bug from hitting his head on the way to the city. he though he looked goofy just wearing the helmet and not the armor for once, but the rest was not needed also for once. he then sat on the speeder and rode down the cargo bay ramp after he got it on the ground he flicked a switch closing the bay loading ramp, and then he made his way to the city.
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Apr 2, 2012 2:31:09 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Apr 2, 2012 2:31:09 GMT -5
(((Sorry, Reg… I’ve decided to skip over you and get this thread going again. You can jump in whenever you return, if you’d still like to. Zett, hopefully I've left enough of an opening for you.)))
The dark-skinned woman ran and ran, circuiting the perimeter of one of the parks tucked away in Crevasse City. Her mind was finally clear and empty, only focused on putting one foot in foot of the other. Memories of Mandalore, her family, her husband, were blissfully absent. Thoughts of upcoming battles for the Mandalorian cause didn’t cry out for her attention. Phantom sensations of a full left leg and the feel of the prosthetic attached in its place all but disappeared. There was only her, the wind whistling past her short hair, blowing in her face and causing her emerald eyes blink involuntarily. No pain, only running.
Tourists came and went from the park, some of them staring at the woman during their visit, but Ambria ran on, oblivious to all outside influences. She had decreased from her burst of breakneck speed and had slipped into that easy canter she could keep up for hours. Though she had no conscious thought of doing so, the exercise and exertion having blocked it out, she wouldn’t let herself stop. Deep in the back of her mind, she knew that once she stopped, all the thoughts would come rushing back, disturbing her rare peace. Eventually she would have to, though—due to the need for sustenance and hopefully too exhausted to dwell on the mess inside her head—but for the time being, her pace was steady.
Ambria wasn’t sure how much time had passed by since she had first started her run and began slowing back down to a jog. With the city keeping itself illuminated all through the day and night, it was a difficult matter. But considering the aching of her muscles and her growing hunger, she figured she couldn’t have been at it much more than two or three hours. It would soon be time to quit and give her body what it needed. A nice light but filling lunch would be the first order, hopefully followed closely by another trip down to the hot springs. Just a few more laps, and she would feel sufficiently prepared to face her personal demons again.
The tunnel vision caused by her run had widened out and quickly disappeared. At her jog, she could begin to take in the scenery around herself again as she continued around the outside of the park. Ambria noticed a small pond towards one end where families children were gathered around, tossing in bits of dry baked goods to some kind of Alderaaninan waterfowl paddling through the water. There were a few couples out for a nice picnic lunch, spread out on brightly colored blankets on the soft grass. Still others were walking hand-in-hand on the same path that the dark-skinned woman was taking herself around. Children were laughing and crying out, playing a game in one of the open areas. All of this and more came towards Ambria’s eyes, but thankfully her mind was focused just enough on her jogging that she didn’t process the images any further than the briefest identifying glance. They were just casual scenes briefly holding her attention as she moved along, nothing more, and she felt a bit disembodied and separated from them.
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Apr 25, 2012 18:58:59 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Apr 25, 2012 18:58:59 GMT -5
The city was in range when the speeder bike blew a fuse, Zett looked behind to see smoke coming out of the back of the bike and then looked front side again it was shaky and not going to make it there.
Zett Tapped into the HUD in his helmet to see a quick diagnoses of the speeder, he then started shutting valves offline, and shut some of the systems that where non vital.
This did stop the smoke and the fire so when it inevitably crashed it would do less harm, he then was able to slow it down but that was the limit of his own tech before it bucked and completely stopped from under Zett, the speeder did stop, he didn't he clipped the edge of a tree than hit the ground and only stopped after rolling for a few feet.
He was out for a few minuets struggling to get his breath back, Stand, he had to stand up, once he did he tried to get his bearings finding he was in the middle of a park, seeing was slightly hard breathing was still out of reach, Zett Removed his Helmet, thinking only two things: First, He was never leaving his armor behind again, and Two what the heck happened to his speeder.
It was at that time he noticed that his right arm was dislocated at the shoulder but not broken, then one more thing came to mind... OUCH!!!
Which was also the first thing Zett Said because he had gotten his breath back.
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May 14, 2012 19:48:24 GMT -5
Post by Mara on May 14, 2012 19:48:24 GMT -5
(((So sorry that I got to this later than I said, Zett… There’s just some stuff going on at home that shrinks my motivation to write… But hopefully this is okay…)))
Ambria was just preparing herself to jog away from the circular path and towards the exit of the park when screaming interrupted her thoughts of delicious lunch and soothing hot springs. Her first instinct was to react with the swiftness of all her military training, but she had been in the park so long that afternoon, half-listening to her surroundings, that she instead attributed the noise to roughhousing children and put it out of her mind. The dark-skinned woman focused back on heading out for a quick meal. But as the din continued and she tilted her head to concentrate on listening to it, she realized it was not the happy yelling of playing children, but the horrified screams of frightened beings. Something had disturbed the peace of the park.
Quickly, she swung her head and body around, jogging in place as she looked for the origin of the commotion. At first all she saw was a wrecked speeder bike lying near the base of a tree at the outskirts of the park’s green space. There didn’t seem to be any passers-by near the crash; maybe just the sound had scared some of the children and their parents. The speeder wasn’t smoking or flaming; no imminent danger would be coming from it as far as she could tell with her limited experience with the vehicles. Still, Ambria put herself in forward motion again to check out the scene. She had yet to see where the supposed driver of the speeder bike had gone—assuming it hadn’t wrecked all on its own—and the being might have been injured during the accident.
The woman didn’t have to look very long. Halfway to the wreckage, a figure popped out of some bushes a couple meters farther inside the park. Onlookers started screaming again and scattered away, either out of fright or more likely, at the notice of what the being was wearing. She almost stopped in her tracks on the way to help out, surprised herself. Strangely enough, the man was wearing a Mandalorian helmet but not any other armor. Ambria didn’t recognize the colors or style, but there were so many of them, it was hard to know them all by sight. It didn’t matter; she had to help out if she could, her inner medic and soldier kicking in. And if this man was a rogue Mandalorian soldier in Alderaanian space, there was no one more qualified than she to stop him from doing any further harm.
A few more strides, after urging a few remaining park goers to go back to their business, and she was close enough to fall to her knees by the man. By this time, he had fortunately removed his helmet. His yelp of pain and the grasping of his right arm with his left told Ambria immediately that he had indeed been hurt, assumably being thrown from the bike as it crashed. She laid a hand light on his left shoulder. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m a medic. Let me take a look. No sudden movements, please, until I can rule everything out.”
She moved over to his injured side and reached out a hand towards his right arm. “I’ll be as gentle as possible…” Ambria, true to her word, felt around the man’s arm from elbow up to his shoulder with light fingers, trying to determine if there was a break or only a deep strain. Instead, she discovered the shoulder was dislocated from its socket. Now that she knew the problem, she dropped her hands back in her lap, thinking to herself a moment before looking at the man in the eyes. “It’s only dislocated, not broken. I can fix it for you… but it’ll be quite painful.” Gesturing at her simple running attire and a lack of a medical bag, she added, “I haven’t any painkillers with me. Do you have something you can bite down on?” This was no time for the young man to prove his masculinity to her; she hoped he would take her advice and not risk biting his tongue in half while she popped his shoulder back in place.
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May 15, 2012 15:28:23 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 15, 2012 15:28:23 GMT -5
Zett grunted as he moved away a little out of the bush he had found himself in and looked at the running havoc around him, The one time he was not going to hurt any one and they all start screaming, granted the crash behind him helped in that matter and he only hurt people willing to hurt him back, but still, it could be annoying. He looked back to the speeder to make sure his precautions worked and it did not burst into flames.
With that so far good he turned to look at his own wound at that time he heard a woman's voice call trying to calm him down, Which at this point was unnecessary panicking never helped anything and Marcus had explained long ago.
When she came up to him He did his best to cooperate with her but the limp arm wasn't as willing. He had to shift his entire body to move the arm,
“It’s only dislocated, not broken. I can fix it for you… but it’ll be quite painful, I haven’t any painkillers with me. Do you have something you can bite down on?”
Zett's stomach wheezed at the thought of pain. Zett looked at his side eyes widened, his bag, where did it go?!?! He grunted as he turned to the spot he landed looking for it finding it stuck on a branch of the tree that snagged his shoulder in the first place the branch must have snagged it as well, though it gave him an idea Bite down on a branch! Zett's words ran through his own mind not being spoken. He stood only for a second to walk over to the tree and pick up a stick on the ground that fell from the tree about a week ago from the looks of it.
He sat down against the tree with his good arm and stuck the stick in his mouth, I hope she's right about this, but medic or not she's the only one who will come with in 20 feet of you.
Ready! he muttered passed the stick, and shut his eyes. This is going to hurt.
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May 28, 2012 2:31:32 GMT -5
Post by Mara on May 28, 2012 2:31:32 GMT -5
(((Apologies for the delay... also, it's 3am, so hopefully this post is okay. ;p)))
At first, she thought the injured young man was going to decide to take his chances without her help. It was understandable; after all, he was a stranger to her and she to him. He had no obligation to sit for her while she fixed him up, and she would not force him to. She watched as his wide eyes looked around nervously, Ambria thought, for a possible escape. The dark-skinned woman sat back on her knees, giving him room as he got to his feet without a word to her.
Ambria suppressed a sigh as she prepared to stand up herself and be on her way, thinking that her possible patient had chosen machismo over help. The woman had come across her fair share of beings who had made such a choice. But then the man came back, tree branch in tow, and sat back down before her. She smiled and nodded to him, letting him know that the piece of wood would do just fine for the job, and happy that she would have the chance to patch him up. It would, at least, add a bit of excitement to her boring day.
She moved closer again as he placed the stick between his teeth and announced his readiness, closing his eyes. If the moment was being taken so serious by the young man, Ambria might have laughed at his actions. Instead, she just swallowed her brief mirth and turned her game face on. Placing her hands on his injured shoulder in just the right way, she spoke to him, her eyes never wavering from her task. "All right... This will hurt but only for a moment. Then it will begin to feel a lot better once it's back in place. I promise."
"Now..." She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the simple twist move needed to adjust the man's shoulder back to normal. "On the count of three... One...two..." Without waiting to say 'three'--a trick she had learned over the years of dealing with tough Mandos who were used to being prepared for the expected--she quickly moved her hands with all her strength, and the shoulder joint returned to its home with an audible pop! "Three."
Moving back, she allowed the man any reaction he might have to the pain of recovering his shoulder and to remove his improvised bite stick. Though, it would soon subside into more relief than anything else. If she had done it right. It had been a while since Ambria had repaired a dislocated socket. Time for her to find out. She reached out her hands again to gingerly check to make sure all was well in the man's shoulder. "How does your shoulder feel? Move it carefully; it will still be a bit sore for awhile yet."
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May 30, 2012 22:19:54 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on May 30, 2012 22:19:54 GMT -5
Zett felt the instant snap of the joint and clinched his good arms fist, biting down on the stick. When he removed the stick from his mouth and looked at the visible bite Marks he had left that where pouring out with white sap from the cuts, Zett grunted after she told him to keep his actions carefully, Thanks, He grunted looking up at his sack stuck in the tree, letting out a sigh of annoyance, I think things are going to go easy and...Zett looked at the woman, If i could get that down I'd give you something for the trub... Zett halted his words as the local law came up, and started looking around for any survivors from the crash, which wasn't hard. Zett rolled his eyes, Perfect, He thought to himself, He began writing a note on paper as the officer came up to Zett, "Is the bike yours sir?" Zett was about to try a new trick, acting, if the officer who had caught him during his hunt for Halc then he couldn't let his cover be blown, giving his best try at a scared, shy look he began to speak. Y..Yes,The words came through with a tremble, "Where you hurt, do you need medical attention?" The officer asked as the trauma crew came in, Yes...The officer called in for an ambulance, "Did any one see what happened? If not please try to tell me in your own words." I...I don't think so, the speeders main engine blew i managed to stop it from exploding though, Zett tried to make as many unneeded pauses as he could make still sound real, The officer nodded, "Alright We'll get the speeder to a repair garage, here's you ambulance." Zett passed the note to the woman who had just saved him a great deal of time but he wasn't done and he would need her help before he could be leaving the planet, or the city for that matter. The note said, I didn't get your name, please if you could meet me at the repair garage there going to take my speeder to, bring my bag and my helmet, I'll pay you for your Trouble, Thanks. Zett was satisfied that she would come, he thought she would be interested by his little show he put on leading her to want to know more about him, or at least he was hoping that was how things would go, other wise he just lost his Bag. Zett let a sigh as he was loaded into the back of the vehicle, and watched as it started to move away from the crash site, tow speeder in sight hooking up to the speeder. Zett waited tell they where in the heart of the city and things looked cool compared to the havoc of the area he was in, he was picking the lock of the door in the back waiting for a slow point, when the ambulance slowed up at one of the street lights, he opened the doors and rolled out of the ambulance feeling the strain onto the shoulder a bit, but he had kept the impact on the good arm best he could. At that point he quickly turned into a market area tell the cops would be on the look out for him, which was all of about 50 seconds before the ambulance saw there passenger was missing. Zett moved in and out of stalls, booths, and stands, avoiding camera sweet spots, his name was still not known which was good, for the moment. Zett was passed by two cops on there way to respond to the call of the other officers, Zett moved out of there way still not noticed as the man they where looking for. Zett bumped into a white button up shirt that looked like a good fit he moved swiftly with it staying out of camera range and sight, as he put it on leaving the top button un-done still showing his shirt he was wearing before hand, then continued on to the next out door stands. Zett saw a Brown Trench coat hung up in front of him Zett made quick glances walking behind a man who had a similar Coat on waiting tell any cameras would be out of sight then slid it on without being spotted, Zett tied it in the front and slid a Nerf Herder wide brown hat on grabbing the final part to his disguise, a pare of sun glasses, and work gloves. At the next reflective surface he found he took a moment to ponder his new look, There you go Zett now you look like a real Nerf Herder... At least I Make Alderaan look good on me. Zett let on a smile as he pulled the gloves on tight and continued to the local Garage, Arm still numb....
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Post by Mara on Aug 23, 2012 18:08:48 GMT -5
(((Sorry for the delay… Also, sorry if it’s a bit rough. Just trying to get back in the swing of things. ;p Anyway, next time you decide to take the thread in a different direction, please run it past me first. I wasn’t planning on this thread getting all that complicated. I mean, no worries, no need to edit (especially since I’ve taken so long to reply). I should be able to work with this. But just for the future, ask. )) Ambria smiled with inner relief, happy to see, and feel, that her technique had worked. After some initial soreness from the violence of the maneuver, the young man would be fine, but the sharp pain from before would have gone away after the shoulder socket was placed back where it belonged. Perhaps if her circumstances had been different, she would have considered getting formal medical training, but her life at the moment wouldn’t allow such trivialities. There were much more important things for the woman to accomplish in her current career choice. Right now any services she could provide were a mere bonus and not the focus of her military actions. Satisfied then with her work, she removed her hands from the fixed-up shoulder and leaned back on her heels. Ambria waved off the man’s thanks. “It was no problem. Happy to help out.” She didn’t add that it had been a while since she had been able to do anything like she had just done and was just happy to feel useful, for at least a few minutes. A lack of Mandalorian military action for herself had also meant a shortage of wounded under her purview and not just a shortage of fighting and battles. This time off was feeling more like torture than any welcome relaxation. She nodded at the man’s next words. “Easy, yes. The pain should subside soon, and you’ll be as good as new, if not already. Just try to keep yourself in one piece for now on.” A smile came across her face, mirroring the twinkle in her emerald eyes. But then it disappeared just as quickly when he mentioned giving her some form of payment. Ambria held out a hand, slightly embarrassed. “No, no… that’s not necessary. Just seeing that you’re all right is enough for me. No credits needed, I assure you. It was…”Noticing then that the young man was no longer listening to her and was looking at something beyond her, she glanced around to see what had distracted him. Crevasse City police had finally arrived at the crash scene and were inspecting the debris from the accident. “Ah, here we go...” Thinking that they would want to take her statement, Ambria stood up, stretching her leg a bit before turning to the man who was walking towards the two of them. Though she hadn’t actually directly witnessed what had happened, she had been the first to the scene, and she figured any information she could give would be helpful to them, as well as how she had fixed up the man’s arm. But instead, the cop focused all of his attention on the young man she had just helped and appeared not to even notice her. Shocked by this, she swallowed her words and just stood back, watching, mouth slightly agape. Her eyes widened as the man’s bravery from just minutes earlier turned on its head and became fearful instead. Ambria was confused by what was going on around her. She knew she was only a visitor, a tourist, but this was getting ridiculous. However, she didn’t want to make a huge deal about it, so she just remained quiet, stewing inside. Her anger grew more, evidenced by the narrowing of her jeweled eyes, as the young man went on to accept medical assistance from the authorities, though he knew full well that she had just provided the same service. Ambria felt outraged; it was like a slap in the face, first from the police for ignoring her, than from the young man for disregarding her help. It was a feeling not entirely different from that which she had experienced from time to time during her years in the army. Though an officer, she was sometimes forgotten, passed over in favor of others lower down for more important roles in missions. Though an experienced field medic, she was sometimes ignored in favor of others more familiar to the injured being or for the others with real training. When she came back out of her thoughts, the young man had gone; the hover ambulance had disappeared off into the distance. A couple of police officers were still around, near the crash site, but she didn’t bother going up to them. Now all she wanted to do was get back to what she had been doing before she was interrupted. Her run had been all but finished by then, and she decided to just head back to her quarters at the hotel, maybe after a stop to the hot springs to relax sore muscles and soothe her amputated leg. She’d just have to forget about the small bit of excitement and go back to her boring vacation. It was then that she realized there was something in her hand. She opened it up and read it. Not believing the gall the man had to write such a thing, she had to go over it a couple more times. How a being could go from being thankful and wanting to pay her for her assistance to disregarding her and then asking her to run an errand for her was beyond the dark-skinned woman. This whole thing was getting crazier by the minute. Ambria had half a mind to just toss the note away and leave the man’s stupid bag in the tree. But her emotions were getting the better of her, and she wanted to give the stranger a piece of her mind, maybe even take the credits, too, though she still felt she didn’t deserve them. Glancing around the park to see that all the patrons had gone back to their business and that the cops were busy taking notes, Ambria tucked the note into her shoe and turned her attention to the tree. She’d worry later about how in the blazes she was supposed to figure out which repair shop the authorities took the young man’s mangled speeder to. Luckily enough the tree was older and had craggy bark with natural hand- and footholds. With a grunt and putting most of her weight on her right biological leg, she scaled easily to where the bag was perched. She pushed it out, and it landed with a thump just a second before she regained the ground herself. Suppressing an urge to nose through the contents of the bag, she shouldered it and looked for the Mandalorian helmet the young man had been wearing, to her utter confusion and curiosity, without matching armor and on a Republic world, no less. She found it in a nearby shrub and picked it up, looking more closely for any identifying marks and finding nothing conclusive. Ambria looked up, gazing in the direction she had seen the hover ambulance go. Perhaps there was more to this story than she had known. Or perhaps the man was just some wannabe collector and fan of the culture. Either way, she was determined to see this through now, to get some answers, if anything else. * * * About an hour later, the dark-skinned woman had finally found the right mechanic. It had taken some careful tailing and eavesdropping of one of the Crevasse City officers who had been at the scene. And now she was standing down the street from the unassuming little building, waiting until she thought it was safe to go over and enter. She didn’t see any signs of local law enforcement, but there were few windows on the front. Of course, maybe it wouldn’t matter; they might just ignore her again. Without another thought, she made her way over, skirting around the block and coming at the shop from the back. Inside, she saw the familiar wreck of the young man’s speeder but didn’t see the owner himself. The place seemed deserted except for a man in dirty coveralls reading a holozine in a corner. Taking a deep breath, she entered into the expansive room that smelled of dirt, oil, and various lubricants. The man noticed her then and jumped to his feet. “Can I help you?” he said in a hard voice. “Oh, yes, I hope so. My brother was in this accident and… Well, he told me to meet him here.” She made a pretense of looking around the room as she stepped farther inside, shifting the helmet under her arm for a better hold, her free hand holding onto the strap of the bag over her shoulder. “Is he here? I don’t see him. Maybe I’m early? Or maybe… is he still at the hospital?” Ambria turned her eyes on the man, hoping that she looked convincingly worried. The man looked a little stumped and confused. “Um, well…”(((I figure this is a good enough opening for you to bring in Zett… and you can control the mechanic if you want.))) (((PS: I wrote this weeks ago and waited to post till I could do a bunch at once... so.. yeah... sorry for the wait, again.)))
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Aug 24, 2012 14:03:05 GMT -5
((OOC---No prob on the time, and sorry bout not telling you ahead of time, won't happen again. )) Zett was coming from behind the shop and as he was entering he heard the voice of the woman that had been there to help him. “Oh, yes, I hope so. My brother was in this accident and… Well, he told me to meet him here. Is he here? I don’t see him. Maybe I’m early? Or maybe… is he still at the hospital?”“Um, well…”Zett didn't have time to work up a good response it was time for him to continue acting a little better. Silly Lil' sis' i never went to the hospital...i got fixed up perfectly fine before i left.As he was walking past her he gave her a pat on the top of her head close to one that a older (or younger brother) would give to his sister. After which he started removing the gloves on his hands fallowed by his hat and coat, and placed them on a hat rack that the mechanic had on the wall that looked cleanest. How long do you think before the speeder is good enough to take outta here? if needed I'll fix anything you miss myself.Well i can work the whole day today if you need to be getting out of here before tomorrow, It'll cost extra though.That'll work, now if you don't mind i owe my....sister....some answers.He turned to walk back to her, and motioned her to the farthest corner from the mechanic area so that he could answer most of her questions hopefully without him hearing, and if she asked anything to big, he'd have to take the conversation else where. OK an answer for an answer. your name?...
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Post by Mara on Feb 1, 2013 3:23:37 GMT -5
(((Sorry for getting to this so late… Hopefully it’s not too bad; still getting back into the swing of things, lol.)))
Before the man who Ambria assumed was the shop’s owner had a chance to finish his reply, the young man from the park entered from behind her, using the same entrance she had minutes before. She didn’t notice his arrival until he spoke up, something she inwardly chided herself for. The dark-skinned woman prided herself on her awareness, one of the many facets of her Mandalorian upbringing and training. But she pushed the feelings down, needing to keep up her ruse for a bit longer. It wouldn’t do to make a scene in front of this mechanic.
So instead of turning around and focusing a hard-eyed glare at her ‘brother,’ she forced her mouth into a smile of relief. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you up and about. I had feared the worse when I heard…” And it took all of her composure to remain in character when the young man had the audacity to pat her on the head as he walked by. Ambria had the strongest urge to go all Wookiee on the man, ripping his shoulder back out of socket, damn the consequences. To keep herself from following through on these dark thoughts, she just tightened her grip on the helmet and the shoulder strap, all the while keeping that dumb sister grin on her face.
Luckily, as her supposed brother went to remove some layers of clothing, she had a bit of damage control to keep her occupied and on task. Ambria could see the mechanic staring at her and the young man, noticing the obvious differences in appearance between the two of them and beginning to work things out for himself. “Oh, he’s adopted, sir.” She looked away from the mechanic and gestured with a couple fingers to herself and the young man, noting the varying skin tones they both had. “I think that’s why he’s always getting away with it when he gets into trouble. Mom and dad feel sorry for him.” The woman allowed herself a biting glance then at the young man’s back before shrugging good-naturedly at the shop owner.
Momentarily appeased with her explanation, the mechanic had to turn his attention back on the young man. While they discussed the matter of repairing the speeder, she allowed herself a small breath of relief and took a few steps away, feigning deference. So far, this little game they were playing was working out. The shop owner had seemed slightly suspicious for a while there but had dismissed those thoughts for a few extra credits. There had been no reason or evidence to believe they were anything but brother and sister. Even Alderaan had its citizens who preferred money over questions and confrontations.
Soon after, the young man came over to her, motioning her to a more private area. With a quick look at the mechanic, she nodded and followed him. He skipped over any pleasantries and pretense, going right for information brokering. If Ambria had been in a better mood after everything that had happened that morning and afternoon, she would have been impressed with his forwardness. However, as things currently were, she was anything but.
Double-checking that the shop owner was busying himself with something, she unceremoniously dumped the young man’s things on the duracrete floor. The bag landed with a thud; the helmet banged and bounced a couple meters away from where they were standing. Afterwards, Ambria folded her arms across her chest, resting her weight on her right leg. Her features molded quickly from concerned sister to very annoyed woman. It was time to set things straight.
She kept her voice low with a hint of hardness as she spoke to him, remembering their surroundings. “Excuse me? Are you seriously asking me a question, expecting me to further bend over for you? After I fixed your shoulder, got your kriffing things, brought them here for you after you disappeared who knows where? After I saved both of our asses by lying to that man over there? You are a piece of work, kid.” Ambria took a breath to calm herself down. What she said next was still voiced lower but the edge had disappeared. “If anything, you should be answering my questions now. And I’d like to start with who you are… and what you’re doing with a Mandalorian helmet. Then, maybe, I’ll just reciprocate.”
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Feb 19, 2013 20:23:16 GMT -5
Zett bit the side of his mouth while thinking over her request, though he didn't have to think for long. Well, i do suppose you're right, i have asked a lot from you. Zett said as he bent over picking the bag and helmet up, in truth he knew he wasn't about to get anywhere with this woman if he got upset too, and he just didn't feel like getting ticked off today.
He stood back up and showed the helmet to her, she was interested in the helmet almost more then she was in him, that was odd to Zett, so he made a mental note of that as he continued on speaking. By the way, i didn't go to the hospital, you fixed me up fine. As for the helmet, An Old friend gave be this a long while back, i did some work for him and this was my payment... Zett knew that story was difficult to believe, but it was true, As for your second question, my name's Zett, and i came here simply to relax, i have a decently busy life. As Zett was Speaking he was gathering a 100 credit chip from a pouch inside the bag, Now, i said i'd make it worth your while to bring these back to me, so here ya' go. He tossed the chip to the woman.
Now, do i get to ask a couple of questions? Or shall i just thank you for bringing my things and be separating paths now? And i did give you my name, don't i at least deserve that from you? He asked hoping that she might be a little less upset now.
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Post by Mara on Feb 28, 2013 2:54:57 GMT -5
(((I feel like this reply came out a bit awkward… but hopefully it still makes sense… Anyway, I think we can begin wrapping this up in a couple more rounds of posting, unless you want to continue for a bit. Either way is fine.)))
Ambria could tell that her harsh words had struck a nerve with the young man. It gave her some satisfaction that he had to pause before answering her, perhaps to rethink his strategy, though she kept this from showing in her body language. She had wanted to put the kid in his place, make sure he knew that he wasn’t trifling with some Crevasse City local or a softhearted and naïve tourist. The dark-skinned woman wasn’t going to let this overconfident little twerp continue to lead this interaction, and so she had taken control of the situation herself. Enough with the young man’s inquisitiveness; it was time for her to get some information and then part ways with the fool.
And indeed, the kid seemed to realize his mistake, even if it had taken a while to penetrate his thick skull. Forcing herself not to sharply voice her agreement as he acknowledged this out loud and picked up his gear, Ambria allowed herself to relax a bit more and merely nodded in response. She removed her arms from her chest and set her hands on her hips, trying to portray a willingness to listen to what he had to say. Even if she didn’t get the explanation she wanted or deserved, the woman was willing to hear this young man out. After all, she had already gotten the needed reaction; there was no use continuing her foul mood, at least openly.
Her emerald eyes shifted down as he held the helmet closer to her. Though she had looked it over when she had retrieved it from the park, she allowed herself to scan over it again, in case she had missed a clue earlier. But she could find nothing familiar about the Mandalorian helmet, except that it looked like the majority of helmets she had come across in her lifetime. There was nothing that made it stand out and announce its history. It was rather plain and generic; it could have come from anyone or anywhere. No help there.
However, his explanation of the helmet’s provenance was certainly interesting. For the moment she ignored his lackluster attempt at thanking her for setting his shoulder and the personal details he divulged. Deciphering how this seemingly clumsy and awkward young man had gotten a part of a Mandalorian’s armor was more important to her. Ambria looked back up at the kid’s face. He didn’t seem to be trying to deceive her, but she also didn’t know him very well. She decided to give him a chance, for she was curious how much of his story was true, if it was something that concerned her or her people, or if it was really just an isolated incident.
With an almost unconscious move, the dark-skinned woman snagged the credit chip lobbed at her with one hand without removing her gaze from the young man in front of her. “Ambria.” Though she wanted to question the kid more about the helmet, she had thought it best to toss him a bone before he got frustrated and up and left. Then she raised a skeptical brow at him, absently twirling the coin in her fingers. “A Mandalorian, a living, breathing Mandalorian, just handed over one of his prized possessions to you? Must have been some job, kid.” Ambria hoped she was coming across as merely curious, not as someone with a more serious investment in the young man’s story.
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Feb 28, 2013 15:26:16 GMT -5
Zett noticed the slight change in the dark skinned woman, only slight, but he decided to try and work with it.
“Ambria.” She replied to him, Zett raised his eyebrows to acknowledge her name. Even though it sounded like a planet's name he had heard of, it was a nice name, he thought to himself.
He walked over to the corner where he sat his helmet down and covered it with the long coat he had picked up. He then leaned against the wall while she asked the nest question, “A Mandalorian, a living, breathing Mandalorian, just handed over one of his prized possessions to you? Must have been some job, kid.” Zett grinned, she was right, it was his first job to be precise.
Yeah... Zett mused, he wasn't sure how much he wanted to get into this conversation, they had already gotten off on the wrong foot, and if he delved into his back story she might try and kill him to claim the bounty on his head. My mentor did all the talking for the pay, i just did the job. Zett finished, hoping that did spark some sort of spat with her.
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Post by Mara on Mar 9, 2013 2:31:11 GMT -5
Her skepticism and curiosity continued to rise as he failed to give her much more information on how he had come to possess the helmet. She still found it hard to swallow that any Mandalorian would just give up something so important as payment, no matter what kind of job the kid who called himself Zett had done or how convincing his ‘mentor’ had been. Nothing short of death would ever find her parting with her own armor. Ambria had received it as a gift from her father, and it was now one of her few remaining ties to her family back on the planet of Mandalore. It was as much a part of her as her own body. Before expressing her disbelief out loud, though, she decided to lead the conversation elsewhere. It was no use hanging around the mechanic’s shop. Obviously the repairs to the young man’s speeder bike would take awhile, and she wasn’t about to just sit around and wait for that. Ambria hoped to be departed of him long before. Stepping away from him, she indicated with a nod of her head the back door of the building where they had come in. Without any doubt as to whether he would follow her out, she turned her back on him and strode off through the shop and into the somewhat fresher air. When the young man joined her outside, she bent down and tucked the cred coin he had tossed her into her shoe. It gave her a few extra moments to compose her thoughts and figure out how best to proceed with her inquiries. Then Ambria stood back up and faced the tall kid, keeping herself relaxed and open, her face neutral, and forcing her arms to remain at her sides. She hoped her posture would put him at ease and make him more willing to talk. Clearing her throat, she spoke. “Your mentor, huh? So he’s the one who somehow convinced a real life Mandalorian to give up his helmet to you? He must be some kind of high-class negotiator, if you ask me. That’d take some skill.” An earlier thought came to her then, and she paused a moment before voicing it, unsure how this Zett would take it. But Ambria went ahead anyway, wanting to get to the bottom of this enigma as quickly as possible. “Unless he was using more than just fancy speech. Maybe a weapon or two? You know, it’s awfully dangerous to threaten a Mandalorian, so I’ve heard. What kind of guy is this mentor of yours, anyway?” She couldn’t begin to imagine the kind of situation a trained Mandalorian would have had to been in in order to have to give up his armor to get out of it. The dark-skinned woman didn’t even want to consider that this young man or his mentor had killed; but if that came out, she might have more than a mystery on her hands.
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Mar 9, 2013 18:03:45 GMT -5
She nodded to take the conversation out side, and Zett stood their for a moment hoping she wasn't trying to get him into a dark alley and shove a knife up his gut. He followed anyway, though he really didn't know why. By the time he got out side, she had gotten the credits hidden away somewhere, and had turned to continue the conversation.
“Your mentor, huh? So he’s the one who somehow convinced a real life Mandalorian to give up his helmet to you? He must be some kind of high-class negotiator, if you ask me. That’d take some skill.”
Zett chuckled, You're very persistent! Zett stated, as he simply walked up to the wall and leaned against it, still keeping Ambria in sight.
“Unless he was using more than just fancy speech. Maybe a weapon or two? You know, it’s awfully dangerous to threaten a Mandalorian, so I’ve heard. What kind of guy is this mentor of yours, anyway?” Zett sighed before rushing to the defense of Marcus. There wasn't any guns involved, not the old mans way, if i remember right he was an Armor smith of some sort. I'm not quite sure "exactly" what the deal was, i was doing the job. Besides, if it was a threat, why would i have been helping them? Zett made his point, hoping it was enough to at least help settle the issue.
Zett pushed off the wall and walked to the end of the building to look around the block. He wasn't to worried about having her at his back, she seemed more like the type who might just up and kill Zett while he was looking at her, not with his back turned. She seemed to care about honor from what little he had gathered about the conversation. OK, my turn, you where in the park and it's been about an hour, don't know how long you where at the park before i showed up and ruined things... But i'm starved, that place looks like a Cafe', if you want to keep prying questions from me, i'll be over there. Zett smiled, not exactly attempting to humor her, but his normal joking self had surfaced. He spun on his heels and began walking in the direction of the Cafe' almost hoping she'd follow him, explaining his past was odd, but fun, even if she wasn't completely interested in it, but more around the helmet.
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Post by Mara on Mar 14, 2013 1:54:25 GMT -5
Ambria raised her brow at the young man’s brief expounding on the situation. Somehow, without threat of force, verbal or otherwise, this mentor of his had gotten the helmet from a Mandalorian. Though, from the few details he had given, perhaps the piece hadn’t actually belonged to one of the men from the fighting culture. But this still didn’t solve anything. She was hesitant to believe that a Mandalorian armorer would create or give an already-made helmet to someone just as payment for a job. No matter what the job and deal had been. The more questions she asked, the more answers she got from this Zett, the more puzzling the whole thing got for her.
She had been hoping this whole issue of the helmet’s provenance would have been a lot easier to figure out. Instead, their conversation was just continuing on and on, turning in circles. Ambria had half a mind to just give up and take her leave from this Zett anyway before things got out of hand, and she got made as a Mandalorian herself and someone with a vested interest. After all, she had never planned on going this far. It had originally been a minor detour from her run in the park, a small diversion to keep her mind off of depressing thoughts. But the brief sidetrack had blown out of proportion in unforeseen ways.
However, she did have a stubborn streak, and she also knew she couldn’t let this go, not without more details and a proper explanation. The woman needed some closure about the whole crazy affair. And so she started formulating some more prying questions for the young man. Ambria had to find a way to continue her casual interrogation and remain innocently curious while doing it. Maybe she would do better if she focused on something else for a while, the job itself for one, instead of continually asking about the piece of armor. Distract this Zett from thinking too hard about it. If he even suspected her true intentions in finding out about the helmet, she could be in trouble.
But before she could put this into action, the young man turned back to her after having walked to the nearby side street to peer around the corner of the building. Ambria was so surprised at his thoughtful offer to continue their conversation at a nearby café that she just stood there for a few moments, stunned. Thinking about her own well-being was the last thing she had expected him to do. Up until now, her opinion of Zett had been that he was extremely self-centered. Nor did she think he was particularly eager to endure more of her questioning. This day was certainly full of never-ending cases of the unexpected.
The setting wasn’t exactly something she would have chosen, but if it would allow her to solve this mystery, she’d go along with it. Plus, now that she had relaxed a bit, her stomach reminded her that she hadn’t had a chance to grab a bite to eat. She had been so occupied with all the running around town doing errands for this stranger after her run that the thought of food had been pushed away. Though she hadn’t cared at first, Ambria felt now that he still owed her for all the trouble that he’d caused her. A free meal would go a long way to compensating her for the blasted quest he had sent her on. With fresh resolve, she headed off to follow Zett to the café.
It didn’t take long to catch up to the young man. She entered right behind him and stood there passively, letting him have the reins for the time being. While they waited for the Alderaanian hostess to seat them, she glanced around the café's small dining room. Except for one couple sitting towards the back, they were the only diners in the whole place. Hopefully it was because they were past the main lunch hours and not a commentary on the quality of food. But she didn’t mind; she wasn’t planning on paying and could always get something at her hotel later. And the privacy would actually be a good thing; Zett might be more willing to talk.
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Mar 16, 2013 21:31:09 GMT -5
It didn't surprise Zett that she decided to follow him, he had made a tempting offer.
Then walked quietly to the Cafe' where he quickly found a seat, practically ANY seat was theirs. He still chose one by a window toward the back corner though. He sat first and quickly a waitress appeared, to take the orders of the duo. "What can i get you two?" Zett smiled and started first, to give Ambria a chance to look over her menu, Zett had come in here one time, when he first landed, the food was decent by his marks, defiantly better then droid cooking, but it wasn't exactly 5 star either.
Regardless he liked the place enough to come back, I'll have your Nerf steak, and Alderaanian ale. Zett said remembering the menu well enough to name those things off the top of his head, mostly because those where what he had ordered before.
After she was done ordering Zett returned his attention to the woman sitting across from him, he was guessing that the next barrage of questions would be about the helmet, but then again perhaps he had given her enough information about it to satisfy her, but that wasn't likely sense that had been the only reason she had said two words to him. Zett chuckled.
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Post by Mara on Apr 1, 2013 1:26:39 GMT -5
(((Wow, a short (relatively) post from me, haha... An omen, perhaps? Or maybe I just ran out of things to say, lol...)))
Within moments, the hostess—obviously a local—led them to a table as per her companion’s request. Ambria was slightly impressed at this, as she would have chosen a similar location to sit, and nodded to herself in appreciation. Out of the way, private, yet still with a view outside towards the street. It was the perfect setting to be aware of one’s surroundings, yet be able to conduct business in relative obscurity. To a casual eye, they were just a couple out for a bite to eat, though perhaps a strangely attired couple, her with her running outfit still on. Perhaps there was more to this young man than she had previously thought or that he had given away so far. However, she wasn’t about to let up on the guy; she still had a puzzle to solve.
Ambria seated herself at the table across from Zett, smiling her thanks at the hostess before taking up her menu to browse its contents. She had hardly scanned the first few entries when their waitress materialized next to their table, obviously a result of the sparse crowd in the café. Zett confidently listed off his order first, and then the blonde-haired woman turned to her. With a smile, she handed over her menu to the waitress and said, “Water, please. And your house salad.” The dark-skinned woman was used to making split-second decisions, and she was hardly unruffled at having to choose her meal quickly, though she briefly wondered how her companion had done the same.
After their server had left to go put in their orders, she heard the young man laughing softly. Her emerald eyes focused in on his face, hardening. About to snap a “What’s so funny?” she stopped herself in time and closed her mouth, letting her face relax. Better to start off on a more friendly foot. Ambria casually leaned her arms on the table before her and cleared her throat. She decided to go with some idle chitchat to relax Zett before she got back to the issue of the helmet and the job that had put it in his possession. “So… been here before? To Alderaan, I mean?”
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Apr 1, 2013 16:23:34 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Apr 1, 2013 16:23:34 GMT -5
Zett shifted to rest his right arm on the table. Yes, i came here several months back. Then i came back about a week ago... Zett stated as the drink was placed in front of him, Thank you... he said before he continued, I'm heading back home in a couple of days. You? He asked before taking another drink and setting the cup back down.
He was somewhat pleasantly surprised that she didn't ask about the helmet again, he felt strange delving into his background with a stranger, but at the same time he didn't mind being a story teller.
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