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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 10, 2009 20:58:10 GMT -5
Nodding, Italia tucked a bit of hair back behind her ear. So that was it then. Well, it was good she had most of...no...no, she had all of them...ALL of her slicing tools with her. Not that it would matter, since it seemed they were taking her ship anyway. Feeling the weight of Ark's hand on her arm, she looked over. At his offer, she beamed a grin at him.
Sure. I'd love to. Besides, I think Lat needs to go pick his stuff up from his ship, so I'd be alone anyway.
She replied. As one of the women passed by, the lieutenant from earlier if she remembered correctly, Italia watched her shake her head. Narrowing her eyes, Lia fought the distinct urge to pick a fight with the stupid, narrow minded, mentally constipated.....Folding her arms across her chest, Lia grunted slightly and turned her eyes back to Ark with an apologetic smile as if to say she was sorry for the other woman's ignorance. To Lia, that simple motion had been one of condescending dismissal, one of debasing Ark's worth to little better than some mindless attack droid. Oh that made her blood boil....
Twisting her head round to glance at her brother, Lia waved him over. Once he came up to them, she wrapped him in a hug.
Alright, you go get your gear from your ship, I'm gonna go with Ark for a bit. Com me when you're back and I'll meet you somewhere.
She stated, ruffling his hair with quirky grin.
And don't you go running off either.
She teased, rapping her knuckles on his head lightly. Lia knew he wouldn't leave...not now that he'd decided to help...but she couldn't help but give him a hard time about it. Turning to Ark once more, she motioned for him to lead the way.
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Post by Latus on Feb 10, 2009 23:08:40 GMT -5
Itani nodded, broken from his thought by his sister's voice. He had given Bane his word on this matter, it wasn't something that he was going to back out on. Not now. His attention was caught, however, by the passing by of the female lieutenant he had seen previously. He was busy undressing her with his eyes, fully aware of his actions, until he saw her reaction to Ark. This upset him, while the droid's outward appearance was a bit unusual it was what was housed inside that made the difference. Anyone who could get along well with his sister was all right in his book. He laughed softly at Lia's reaction.
She make's it seem like being a brain in a walking tin can is a bad thing.
He chuckled to himself as he turned and walked past them, placing his hand on Ark's hull for effect. He had much to do and little time with which to do it so he had to get on it. He was surprised by her last statement.
Not on your life, sis. I'm not going to let you have all the fun.
He smiled and with the silence and precision he had practiced for so long he vanished out the door. Making his way back along the familiar corridors. It would take a few hours to settle with the ship and a few more to get his gear around but he didn't care. He knew this would be a great time indeed.
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Post by Meira on Feb 11, 2009 14:41:27 GMT -5
Trin was proud of herself. Even if she wasn't the only one to come up with the idea, it had been the winning one. She allowed the feeling to make its way through her system for just a little while before pushing it down and out of the way. It was a good idea, but it wasn't genius... it had its holes. But it seemed they had themselves a crack team to handle things. A few small holes weren't going to sink their ship.
Everyone else filed out of the room before her, so Trin took her time before exiting. For a moment, she wondered why they needed those newcommers. The female seemed to not have any different skills than herself, other than the fact that she had apparently hacked their target location before. But she dismissed the thought. Trin wasn't one for vanity. If Bane thought they needed another with her skills, she'd share. And if this girl was right, then two was better than one.
The other male, the hacker's brother? Well, he and their new lieutenant looked like they'd be filling the CWO's place in this. The nitty-gritties, as it were. Apparently Tarria wasn't one for organization, or following orders. Their mission together capturing the Tenacity seemed to be a one time deal. It was always good to see new faces. Trin had to admit that there was something disturbing about Tarria.
She reached her room again. She debated removing her armor and had decided against it. It sounded like there wasn't going to be much of a chance of wearing it on this mission either, so why not get some use out of it before hanging it back up?
With a sigh, she relaxed onto the bed where she laid for a full five minutes before becoming restless once again. She had gotten her rest, she was ready to move. With a grunt of exasperation, she got up. Helmet under her arm once again, Trin left her quarters and made her way to the equipment storage room. She was fairly sure her pack in the war room had everything she needed, but it was always nice to stop by and see if there were any new toys she could check out.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 12, 2009 15:23:28 GMT -5
The Landspeeder listed slightly as Captain Malak-Kra'Nelen stepped off of it and onto the permacrete that encircled the GHQ for Mandalorian Spec ops. It didn't take long for the civilian driver to zoom off, kicking up a cloud of dust that caused the giant man to cough once or twice as it whirled around him. There was really only one thing that Mal hated about this place: The doors. They were far to short for a man of his... height. Mal sighed as he ducked through the door that a normal person could walk through with a few feet to spare. He was to report to a Bane, they gave him nothing else... he liked it that way. The lack of information obviously meant that the mission he was about to go on was super-classified, and that meant the mission would be super-dangerous. Mal gave a big grin at the thought. The rather harsh voice of a sentry stopped him from proceeding further into the building.
Who goes there?
Mal sighed, this particular sentry knew full well who he was... he had a mandate to say a certain thing to certain people. The certain thing was to challenge everyone who comes to the door and say a line from an old corny vid.
Captain Kra'Nelen, I have orders to see a... Bane... that is all they gave me
Malak let his deep voice wash over the sentry, who shifted his weight in return... Mal's voice was deep enough to intimidate just about anybody when he wanted it to... Mando or no. The sentry nodded and let the man pass by, grumbling slightly about how tall he was compared to Mal. It took the large man a good half an hour to find Bane, he had to ask far too many people that he proffered to. When Mal finally reached Bane's door he found it open, he knocked on it ever so lightly and ducked through the door. He instantly straightened his back when Bane looked up at him, taking care not to salute as it can be taken as an insult by some Special Forces Commanders and Operators.
Captain Malak-Kra'Nelen reporting for duty, sir!
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Post by Jace on Feb 13, 2009 22:08:48 GMT -5
Bane spent the next hour receiving reports from various squad commanders. The fact was that they hadn't gone on the open offensive yet, and until they did, Spec Ops handled almost everything. Bane and his unit did not shrink from the challenge, they were true Mandalorians and met it head on. Bane almost had carte blanche when it came to who he recruited and how the missions were accomplished.
After all the briefings were completed, Bane made his way back to his quarters. Bane went to his computer to check over the daily reports and any communiques from the galaxy. One of them was labeled classified so Bane entered the required password.
The letter read as follows
Lieutenant Colonel Bane Haseful,
Your success with the Special Operations branch has not gone unnoticed. Special Operations has accomplished its assigned manner in a most efficient manner. The recent success of Operation Tenacity, which was personally led by yourself, was the first major step in our plans. It is with great pleasure that I am here to inform you that have been promoted to a full Colonel. We expect to see more exceptional results from you in the future.
Mandalorian Military Council
Bane saw that there was a small package next to his computer. He opened it and saw it was the extra bar to be added to his uniform for his new rank. He stitched the bar onto his uniform signifying that he was a full Colonel now.Bane didn't give it that much thought, he was deeply honored of course. He believed that true rank was decided by experience and the loyalty of the soldiers in your command. Bane turned off his computer as he heard a knock at the door. He stood up and turned around to see an imposing figure at his door way.
"Good to have you in Special Ops Captain. You missed the briefing but all the details can be found here. We depart at noon tomorrow.That is all...Dismissed" stated Bane as he handed Malak a holodisk with the mission information.
Bane with the rest of his business settled, decided it was time to finally get some rest. The second that Bane's head touched the cot, he was in a deep sleep. Bane didn't like to admit it, but he had limits too, but troops followed their leader's example. Bane could have sat back and let other commanders take missions, but what sort of leader would that make him. Bane knew that one day he wouldn't be able to go out in field, he dreaded that day.
Bane woke a few hours before the designated rendezvous for the mission. He went over to the refresher and splashed cold water over his face. This was usually more than enough to wake him up and get rid of his drowsiness. Bane then proceeded to pack the necessary civilian clothing to play his part. Sadly, it did not look as if Bane was going to need his armor this time round. He packed it anyways, and strapped his katana's to his back.
He made his way over to the mess hall for a hearty meal, who knows if he would be eating in a couple of days. He finished his rounds of the complex after that. He went to the various squad commanders and soldiers to see how they were doing. Bane looked out for his troops and in turn they looked out for him.
After this was done, it was about to time to make his way to the hangar where Italia's freighter was. He reached the hangar, and looked up at the Ghost Star, and then made his way inside. He made his way to the bridge and waited until everyone arrived. It was time for the mission to begin, it was going to be dangerous but that made it all the more fun. Bane could sense it in the rest of them, they knew the risk but he could feel the excitement growing in each of them.
"Alright, lets see if we can go acquire us a Basilisk"
(Alrighty, after you make your final posts here, look for the thread on Coruscant. Just in case anyone was curious, the thread will start with us still in space and nearing Coruscant)
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Post by Mara on Feb 13, 2009 22:32:03 GMT -5
Very early the next morning, Ambria awoke to the sound of an alarm sounding from the commlink embedded in her helmet. She had always been meaning to get a proper alarm or at least comm, but never had the time. She stretched out her muscles and sat on the edge of her cot. Reaching over, she grabbed a small bottle of moisturizer and rubbed it over her stump. Without proper care, it would get dry and possibly infected, especially from wearing her prosthetic all the time. That done, she fixed on the synthflesh-covered leg and headed into her small refresher.
A half hour later, she emerged dressed in some workout attire and left her room in a jog. She went through the hallways, looking for the closet exit door and, finding it, went out into the brisk predawn morning. Ambria did a couple of turns around the HQ building itself before heading down the street, slowly increasing her speed. She love to run. Not only was it one of her favorite ways to stay in shape, but it helped a great deal with her fake left leg, to keep it in condition. Though she had had it for over a year now, it sometimes would act up.
With light beginning to peek over the horizon, Ambria saw the HQ building in the distance and turned on the speed for an ending sprint at the end of her run. Tired but refreshed, she went around and headed inside through the back door she had found, and then on to her quarters. After a quick sanisteam, she dressed in her dress uniform, knowing that she had a few hours till it was time to leave on the mission, and headed off to the cafeteria for a good breakfast.
After she finished, it was back to her room, where she had a moment of indecision of what to wear. Yes, she probably would not be very close to the museum--a good sniper's position was blocks away--but still, if someone were to spot her bright yellowish armor, their mission could be compromised. Then again, she didn't have much else that was nondescript besides her running clothes and a few other outfits. A military woman had no need for anything else. She finally decided on the armor but wore some clothes that were easy to move in. Ambria wanted her armor for later, but would store it in the ship for when she did need it and could go in her street clothes for the actual mission at the museum. With this decided, she quickly attired in her simple black leggings and tunic and pulled on her armor, finishing with the helmet.
Satisfied, she clicked on her HUD display to check the time. Just enough to grab her things in the war room and find the hangar. The amber armor-clad woman headed down the hallway to pick up her gear, not bothering to notice anyone else in the hallway. She was new, plus it was not the time for new friends. Ambria had a mission to go on, her first with spec. ops, and she didn't want to be late. Shouldering her first aid bag and with both weapons cases in either hand, she left the war room to find the hangar.
Just with two wrong turns and one hurried request of directions, she found her way. Now if she could only remember what the ship's name was... Ah, yes, she could see the familiar armor of her CO, as it disappeared up a ramp. That must be the one. Hefting her things and walked straight, she also walked up the ramp of the ship, not knowing what to expect inside.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 13, 2009 23:59:06 GMT -5
Mal wrapped his large fingers around the relatively small holodisk as he turned around and headed for his cot that wasn't too far away. When he got to his little room he did not go to sleep, no matter how much he would have liked to, instead the man sat down and began to review he briefing via holotape. To say that it was genius would have been an understatement, "donating" a 400 year old Cyborg to the museum... he could not have thought anything better than that.
The metal chair groaned it was relieved of Mal's weight, he was about to lay in his rack when he realized something: The cot was far to small to support his height and probably weight as well. Instead of crumpling up on the cot he decided that the floor was a better option. While the cold metal floor was just that... cold... it would give him a chance to actually stretch out his back, he grabbed an old and dirty BDU from his duffelbag, rolled it up, and used it as a pillow. Despite the obvious level of discomfort, Mal went to sleep nearly the instant that his over sized head touched the old uniform. He awoke early in the morning to his blaring alarm clock... nothing like doing morning PT, it was good for getting all the way out of slumber's clutch fast.
First he did a nice little 10 mile jog around the base, he honestly hated to do anything more than that. The sun was just beginning to poke over the horizon, while the large man hated running, he loved being out when it was this... peaceful. When he finally made it back to the HQ he went back into his room to do his first quarter of sit ups and push-ups... he tried to do atleast 400 of each a day, if he did any less the man would lose his strength. When he was finally done he slipped out of his sweaty clothes and into a fresh pair of his Battle Dress Uniform. By the time that he was about ready to head down to the mess it was almost time to ship out, so instead of grabbing some chow he grabbed his black battle armor, his Hra'kram, it was issued to all the "true-born" warriors of Aphithir, most people could not say the word. Naturally, instead of calling it by its actual name they affectionately called it the "BFG". You can use your imagination on what that acronym stands for.
The tall giant of a man walked with a swagger down the corridor until he reached the transport, stopping just short of the ramp. Here we go again He thought as he put his first boot on the ramp. He dropped his bag that contained his battle armor on the deck just infront of his seat, while it was no secret that the armor did wonders as far as protection went, it was also no secret that it was dreadfully uncomfortable and horrible to wear for extended periods of time. He guessed that they would be spending more than a few hours on or above Coruscant, given the fact that they would be "giving" the Cyborg to the museum. The sound of a woman coming up the ramp broke his line of thought, he shifted his gaze over at her and said absolutely nothing, for there was really nothing to say.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 14, 2009 1:14:17 GMT -5
Italia had had a rather busy night. Not only had she joined this "little" expedition to Coruscant, but she'd found out her father had died that day, rejoined her brother, and found out she was related to Arkanados Phelan of clan Ordo. In all honesty, to say it had been a busy night was an understatement. After speaking to Ark and Itani for some time into the night, she had made the short trek to her ship and brought it to the compound, landing it in the allotted hanger bay. That was the last thing she could do for the night. She didn't even bother to strip out of her armor, she just crawled into her on board cot and slept like a dead thing.
Her alarm sounded just after 5.30 am, and she, grudgingly, got up and dragged herself to the refresher. Stripping off her armor, finally, she took a sort...but decent...shower and re-clothed herself in something more suitable for flight and the tasks she had to accomplish. Unpacking and repacking her pack with her tools, she kept only the ones she would need out, putting some on her utility belt and setting others aside for programming on the flight there. It was gonna be a tight fit, but the few people she had wrangled into helping her unload any unnecessary items had done their job well, and so there would be enough room for all of them fairly easily.
Lia had practically sprinted down the corridors to the mess hall, scarfed down something to eat...she wasn't quite sure what it was since she didn't bother to notice...and darted off to her ship once more. This earned her quite a few baffled looks from the other soldiers, but she didn't particularly care either...she was running late for her tastes. Just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, about 6.30, she scurried aboard the Ghost Star and started to warm the engines...she had, after all, been sitting about for a good two weeks.
She had been in the back, clearing up the last bit of room, as she heard the first person enter, then another, and another....nearly all at the same time. Heaving a sigh, she pushed once more against the crate with her shoulder, locking it into place against the hull of the ship with a groan of metal against metal and a clank. Huffing slightly, she walked into the main cabin, dusting off her hands as the three sets of beads around her hair swayed across her shoulder. She nodded and smiled to the Lieutenant Colonel and the woman she didn't quite know...her name was Ambaria if memory served....before swinging her head to the other side, expecting to see the other woman. Instead a freaking HUGE man sat there. She blinked once, one side of her smile twitching slightly as she resisted the urge to chuckle. Finally she got hold of herself and nodded to him also.
I don't remember meeting you at the briefing. Italia Firians, captain of the Ghost Star.
She stated simply, before turning to the other two.
There are several storage bins in the back to put your armor, and a weapons storage for anything you're not carrying in your packs. After that, feel free to have a seat. I'm ready to go as soon as the others get here.
Italia stated, sweeping from their sight and into the small control cabin as she started going over the check list once again.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 14, 2009 1:41:53 GMT -5
Ark for one of the few times since his entombment found himself sleeping for a second night in a row. Mentally and emotionally exhausted his brain finally flickered into sleep not long after his newly found relatives had left. Early in the morning he began preparing himself not only for battle, but also for speaking with the Basilisk. He prepped his weapons as he re watched all the videos and scanned all the info in his various database stations and old datapads. He first carefully stored his most prized possessions lia's necklace and the holo cube of his family in with his brain as he closed the housing and then stored the weapons in their respective crates to drag them to the Ghost star. His arrival was easy to notice as his steps actually warped the durasteel ramp and echoed throughout the hanger. He stowed his gear near the ramp before turning his attention to the members on the ship recognizing several to one degree or another before catching sight of lia and a massive man Arkanados did not know. He moved towards them and lifted Lia into a gentle one armed hug before speaking to the man. "Greetings I don't belive we've met I'm ARkanados Phelan of clan ordo, Honorary Lt. Colonel of the mandalorian spec ops division and you are?"
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 15, 2009 14:11:40 GMT -5
Mal perked his ears when he heard the feminine voice of Italia ring in his ears, he was about to respond when Ark greeted him as well. The man smiled slightly as he stood up from his seat, stretching himself up to his full height of 7'9" and spoke. "Pleasure to meat you, Miss Firians." Mal then began to look between the massive cyborg and the smaller woman "I am Captain Malak-Kra'Nelen of Clan Fett. Mal will do just fine." Malak gave a rather large grin as he said the last sentence.
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Feb 15, 2009 15:15:05 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 15:15:05 GMT -5
As the man stood up, Italia couldn't help it any longer. He was just too tall, and seeing as she only came up to the bottom of his chest, she did the only thing she could...she giggled. Lia didn't outright laugh, there was nothing funny about it aside from the height difference, but she did giggle as she held out a hand to shake.
Pleasure to meet you too Mal. Lia works best for me...but if you're stubborn and like to be formal Italia is best. I'm sorry for my laughing just a moment ago, it's just you're so tall compared to me I just couldn't help it, I found it humorous...no offense I hope.
She replied with a grin of her own. This guy wasn't so bad...big...huge even...but he seemed a good enough guy to be getting on with. With that Lia made a mental note to try and get to know this Mal guy a bit better if they made it back safely.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 15, 2009 15:35:00 GMT -5
"A Aphithiri, hmm." ark said as he looked down at the new member and cocking his body to the side. "I vaguely remember that world." before looking over to lia as she laughed. "Yes I suppose he is quite tall, You may...Infact will call me Ark."The cyborg said extending his hand towards the Man.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 15, 2009 16:35:15 GMT -5
At first Mal wasn't sure what to think about Lia when she giggled at him, he was about to ask when the woman explained. He let a smirk play across his face as she reminded him of his immense height, he honestly forgot that 90% of the sentient population came up to his chest.
Alright Lia, I am not one for formalities either... and yeah... it is pretty funny
As he looked up at the Cyborg, who easily towered over him, he felt a little uneasy... but not due to what one might think. On the rare occasion that Mal ran into a sentient that was the same size or taller than himself he could never help but think Weirdo.... He was not necessarily right to automatically think like that, but it is understandable considering that he does in fact tower over most of the population.
Alright, Ark. he said, under a second later Ark's mentioning of Aphithir registered in the young Mandalorian. "So, you were one of the Warriors to invade Aphithir?" he paused, a slight shimmer in his eye... he was surprised despite seeing the part of the holotape briefing that went over Ark's age. "The Aphithiri still teach ancient Mandalorian battle tactics to their children. And respect us to no end."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 17:33:49 GMT -5
Aphithiri?
Lia repeated, tilting her head to the side as she looked up at the massive man. She could tell he felt a bit uneasy around Ark, and mildly wondered why. It wasn't as if he was THAT frightening...at least he hadn't been to her.
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Post by Zarkan on Feb 15, 2009 18:08:51 GMT -5
"No." Ark said slowly looking towards lia almost as if for support. "My son was in the battle I was just there for the first planetary sweep." the massive cyborg said sadly before looking into the large man's face. "Do they admire the Myth or the reality of the mandalorians?" he asked in a tone that seemed to indicate of small amount of annoyance at the massive man's statement.
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Post by Latus on Feb 15, 2009 18:31:36 GMT -5
The alarm beeped once but that was enough. Itani had never been a particularly heavy sleeper but on this most auspicious morning there was a hint of electricity in the air. He had walked back from the base's hangars last night, too tired to absorb all of the information presented to him. The only clan that he had ever respected was his father's and clan Ordo. He was more than surprised when his respect was for his own. Ark, the brain in the tin can as he referred to the cyborg, turned out to be his many times great grandfather. He, Itani Latus Firians, was a blood member of clan Ordo. It was these thoughts that rushed through his head as he cleaned up and consumed a small meal. He had set his gear out the night before so it only took him a few minute's to change into his flexible armor and civilian clothes. Gear in place he departed, habitually turning and giving his ship a forlorn look. Thankfully Concord Dawn's spaceports were very attentive or so he had been told. It had been ages since he had left it alone for so long.
The plan was for him to ride with Lia to Coruscant, along with a few others who he had yet to really meet. Itani, comfortable in the pre-dawn light crossed the expanse to the compound and entered the hangars. As day broke he made his way along the rows of parked ships until he found the one he sought, The Ghost Star. Lia's ship. Figuring he might as well start the day off right he calmed his breathing, altered his stride, and ghosted up into the ship. The voices from inside hinted at three people, Lia and Ark were easy to recognize but the third he was unfamiliar with. He knew the others were bound to have arrived by now but they were not talking. All the better, he wouldn't be noticed. Both Ark and Lia were privy to his tricks before but this man... fresh meat.
Waiting until the right moment, when they were all either conversing or turned away he slunk foreword, his feet not making a sound. From the conversation the large man, "Malak" from clan fett, seemed a little too serious. With a movement Itani slid his mask on and silently walked up behind Malak. At that Itani stood at his shoulder, not doing anything, just standing there. Lia or Ark would see him eventually but Malak... maybe not.
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So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Feb 15, 2009 19:22:10 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Feb 15, 2009 19:22:10 GMT -5
Malak smirked again at Lia. he was not surprised that she did not know of the Aphithiri... they weren't unknown, but they were not common either. My species... he said, but he soon realized that the statement was not entirely true. Well... "normal" Aphithiri look just like near-humans. I am what they call a True-Born. He sighed, Mal did not like getting into his own personal history much... he would only tell her what a True-Born was if she asked. She probably would too.
Mal only blinked when he saw Ark's reaction to his question. He couldn't help but let a Ahh sith-spit. He knew that he had pried into something that was best left undisturbed. "I didn't mean to bring up something that was best left buried." he said. He was about to answer the question when he heard shuffling at his side, he looked over to see a short man (compared to Mal, of course) standing there. Gah! he yelled as he hoped back in complete surprise.
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Octoboobies! omnomnomnomnom
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Feb 15, 2009 19:34:22 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Feb 15, 2009 19:34:22 GMT -5
Ark shook, well his body, at the man before answering. "No, ancient history besides I have my grand children to look after now." he said happily. "Not that they need it." he said proudly placing a hand lightly upon lia's shoulder. "Speaking of my ad'ike where is.." Ark was about to ask was about to ask where latus was when the massive man lept to the side uncovering the much smaller lat and sending ark into a bellowing laugh. "Oh, well done lat. I thought he would hit the celing for a moment."
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Feb 15, 2009 19:40:39 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Feb 15, 2009 19:40:39 GMT -5
Italia had tried so hard to not smile at her brother's actions. Of course she'd seen him come floating up the ramp...well, not actually floating, but considering how much sound he'd made he might as well have been floating. The only reason she didn't react, was Ark's reaction and Mal's explanation. Resting a gentle hand on Ark's forearm, she tilted her head to the side at Mal's correction. She'd been about to ask about it when he responded to Ark, and she decided it best not to pry.
Once Mal discovered her brother, however, she nearly died laughing, clutching her sides as she doubled over at the huge man's reaction. She tried to say something, but simply gasped and laughed more, her eyes shut tight as she laughed, falling back slightly against the bulkhead. After a moment she managed to get herself together enough to make out words.
Itani! Don't be mean you butter-brained nerf herder! Honestly, you'll end up frightening someone to death one of these days! That or make me die laughing. Take that idiot mask of yours off! Gah....I'm so sorry about my idiot little brother....he was always the trickster out of the three of us.
She stated, her face still red from her laughter. Green eyes danced about as she apologized, trying to ignore Ark's roaring laugh as it would most certainly send her into another fit of laughter herself.
Ugh! Honestly, what am I going to do with the two of you! ba'buir! Don't encourage him! Lat I'm going to get you for that later! Picking on the poor captain!....though...I have to say Mal....you're reaction was priceless.
She stated, falling into another fit of laughing. Standing up once more, she managed to get hold of herself once again and patted Mal on the arm lightly.
Feel free to pummel Lat here...he could use a good beating every once in a while, and I've yet to hand it to him. If you can catch him, feel free.
She added, her cheeks hurting from laughing so much.
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Latus
May the Quartz be with you.
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Ain't got time for this. (?°?°??? ???
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Feb 15, 2009 20:30:44 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Feb 15, 2009 20:30:44 GMT -5
Lat, slightly surprised by Mal's reaction, got an enormous smile on his face. He had found the largest most tightly wound captain in the history of the galaxy. Looking up at Mal he rested his hand on the man's forearm in a gesture of calming. He didn't really mean it but he had to stop himself from laughing. Ark's body was so intimidating that Lat never thought he would see the cyborg laugh. This one thundered loud and sincere, a welcome change from the stoic giant. He almost fell over at Lia's last comment, it was true that she had never been able to get revenge on him after he caught her off guard. He thought he would have to have a bit more fun with the Captain.
Its good to meet you vod Malak. Captain, I extend to you a once in a lifetime chance, seeing as I made you jump a mile. Sir, I challenge you to fisticuffs.
He put both fists up in a mock boxer's stance and stepped around the man. The style of fighting was very old and he never actually meant to fight with the man, he just used the challenge in context. With a chuckle he dropped his fists and became serious. It would not do to be late for the party.
Is everyone accounted for, Lia? I think it would be best to be off.
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