Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Apr 23, 2009 14:50:03 GMT -5
((this is attached to the Ascension meeting thread, between the time Rahja arrives and the time the others arrive and the meeting starts))
To any who passed the unsuspecting door to her quarters, they might have thought that someone was keeping an angry krayt dragon locked up in there. Between her hissing and snarling in cheunh and tossing things about as she unpacked...again...no one could really think otherwise. The truth of the matter was, Rahja Kel was ANGRY. She didn't like being stuck on a ship at all in the first place, but right when she had started to settle in on the Aegis, and had even made an acquaintance (he couldn't really be called a friend yet, despite her having healed him after he crashed) that she could tolerate...and maybe even grow to trust a bit....she was TRANSFERRED! To make matters worse, the army had sent their Reaver hell-hound on a fun little mission to Empress Teta where she was to seek out, and 'silence', a high profile dissenter against the Republic. The best part...she'd only just arrived back from the mission today. Glancing at the time she noted, ruefully, that it had only been an hour since she'd arrived, just enough time to get to the GRS Ascension and unpack....
On her way through she had been met with a rather startled Lieutenant who, noticing her insignia and rank, proceeded to tell her that there was going to be a meeting with the commander in an hour exactly. Snarling a half-hearted 'thank you', the irritable and exhausted Chiss wandered her way through the maze of halls toward her designated accommodations near the rear of the ship with the rest of the 'toy soldiers' the army had oh so kindly allotted a station here, whereas the naval officers got cabins toward the fore of the ship near the fighters and other, more critical, sections of the ship where they worked.
Sender, who had been perched on her shoulder, made sure to give the surly woman a good scolding about her attitude, which, in turn, earned him a sweep of her hand that sent him reeling off her shoulder and forcing his propulsion systems to flare to life suddenly before he lighted on her shoulder once more. As she had swept down the halls, her cloak helped her form meld with the bulkhead and caused more than a few of the ship's crew to pause or do a double take of what they were seeing, most only noticing what they would, at first, think was a disembodied chiss head floating down the halls toward, or past, them. Upon reaching her destination, Rahja had, for all intensive purposes, thrown a tantrum while unpacking...tossing clothing into drawers, shoving her rifle into a corner and securing it there, stuffing her medical supplies, ammo, and spare rations into her footlocker, and pushing her nearly empty pack under her bed while hissing and snarling obscenities in her native tongue as she vented her anger and frustration at the situation and wondered just WHY she felt thus.
This brought her to the present moment, where she found herself glaring at the alarm chrono that was glaring the time right back at her, its red numbers echoing the red glow of her eyes. Huffing, Rah felt curiosity eating away at her resolve to be as infuriatingly subordinate as she could be by being as LATE to the meeting as she could be...perhaps not even going at all. It was this curiosity that spurred the indigo woman to not only GO to the meeting, but be early to it. The message she had been sent on the Aegis, and later on her way to Empress Teta, had been vague at best, and certainly hadn't said the ship commander's name...now her curiosity about WHO it was had her moving to join the meeting despite her apparent...annoyances. Grumbling to herself once more, she called Sender to her shoulder again and left the room, locking it behind her.
As she traversed the corridors once again, heading to the briefing room, Rahja mulled over her situation. Why was she feeling so upset over being transferred to a new ship? It made no sense! She'd never really cared where she did or didn't stay once she had left the temple, and then again after Shelk had died. She had been happy being a transient, a drifter among the worlds of the galaxy, never staying long enough in one place to get attached to anything or anyone. She liked it that way, she PREFERRED it that way...it made life easier and more comfortable for everyone involved. As soon as the chiss woman would drift into someone's life, she would drift out again, and this suited her just fine...it kept people alive...so why, then, had her transfer to this new ship made her so upset? It isn't as if I had anything or anyone attaching me to the Aegis...so why the anger? It wasn't as if it were my home, I detest being on these tin cans anyway...so why? Why?
Puzzling over this new frustration of 'why', Rah allowed her feet to do the walking, barely even noticing her surroundings until she came to the door of the briefing room. Well...five minutes early...let's see what stuck up prick is gonna try and tell me how to do my job THIS time...she thought with a renewed wave of irritation as she entered the room. Commanders were all the same after all...stiff, stuck up, good for nothing, rule crunching, high and mighty.....Crass?! The raven haired woman stopped so abruptly that Sender was jolted forward, his talons gripping painfully into her skin as his wings jutted out to steady himself and keep from falling, his propulsion sending a blast of heated air past Rahja's face and sending her hair billowing about her for a moment before settling around her once more as Sender settled himself once again.
The stunned woman had halted, one foot planted the other heel place to bring her forward another step, as her eyes landed on the zeltron man stationed at the head of the table, her carmine eyes widened slightly with shock. Regaining her composure, it was nearly all she could do not to smile as she eyed the ranking bars on his uniform. So HE was the commander?! Pacing forward, she completely bypassed another former member of the Aegis, his uniform one of crisp neatness that usually entailed the greenhorns of the army. Rah, having been in a hurry, was still donning her leather armor and that heavy chameleon weave cloak that so readily reflected her surroundings in the minuscule threads of metal while absorbing the light with the thicker threads of grey cloth and thus allowing her form to blend easily into the backdrop of the briefing room. As she came to a seat nearest Crass, she paused with one blue hand resting on the back of the seat she was about to take.
So...Commander Crassus Vosk is it now?
The low purr of her voice held some hint of amusement at the words and one black eyebrow quirked as a small smirk formed on her face. Oh, this was going to be interesting indeed...
Permission to be seated....Sir....
She added, twisting the knife just a bit deeper, her joking sarcasm clearly evident in the tone and cadence of the request. It was fairly obvious that she was not asking permission of any sort to be seated, but that it was rather a bit of verbal play on her part with the man she had met aboard the Aegis. Considering how few there were in the room...namely that one soul she had passed...Rahja felt no need to stand on formalities. As she flipped that cloak back over her shoulder to reveal the dark blue billowy shirt held tightly to her lean frame by the flexible leather armor bodice, jedi issue utility belt, brown leggings covered in more brown leather armor strapped at the thighs (and again at the calves), and jedi issue combat boots, Rahja Kel noted that her foul mood had seemed to dissipate as soon as she had seen him. Very odd...I wonder why...she mused momentarily before seating herself with a sort of feline grace that related the strength of any huntress, but also the flowing movement of a dancer or one trained in martial arts and swordplay. Though it was true that Rahja was, in fact, a huntress and dancer of sorts, her fluid strength came more from her early years as a jedi youngling, what little extra training she got in the jedi Medcorps, and later, her work as a mercenary. What DIDN'T come from those varied backgrounds, however, was the aire of mystery about her, the subtle aura of inner strength mingled with a resounding feeling of "there's more to her than meets the eye, what is it?" that came so naturally with her people and her culture.
Well then, Commander Vossk, how can we, your little minions, do your bidding...and thus the bidding of the Republic?
Another joke. It was easier, with so few prying eyes around, to open up ever so slightly and tease the new commander. No doubt her use of his last name and the spiffy new title that came with his rank would get a rise from the informal zeltron....but again, that's what she was looking for. Sender huffed a mildly irritated sigh as he hopped down from the woman's shoulder to rest on the table, the AER droid shaking his head from side to side before turning to the commander as well.
Good evening Commander Crass. It's good to see you again. Rahja seemed rather miffed at having to leave the Aegis, but I do believe seeing you here has given her a change of attitude.
His metal beak parted in a bird-like smile as he fanned his tail 'feathers' slightly as he settled down on the table top. This comment earned him a glare from the red eyed woman, but she did nothing more than huff in reply and shake her head slightly. WHAT am I going to do with this BIG MOUTHED droid?! That thought elicited another huff from the woman as she reclined slightly in the seat, allowing her tired eyes to drift halfway shut. She was feeling the effects of having run another mission so soon after departing the GRS Aegis, then having to return immediately to the KDY to report here...just in time for a meeting.
The Republic really DOES like to run me ragged...
She mused silently. The thought was meant for no one but herself, however, in her exhaustion her barriers had weakened enough for that single contemplation to seep out.
To any who passed the unsuspecting door to her quarters, they might have thought that someone was keeping an angry krayt dragon locked up in there. Between her hissing and snarling in cheunh and tossing things about as she unpacked...again...no one could really think otherwise. The truth of the matter was, Rahja Kel was ANGRY. She didn't like being stuck on a ship at all in the first place, but right when she had started to settle in on the Aegis, and had even made an acquaintance (he couldn't really be called a friend yet, despite her having healed him after he crashed) that she could tolerate...and maybe even grow to trust a bit....she was TRANSFERRED! To make matters worse, the army had sent their Reaver hell-hound on a fun little mission to Empress Teta where she was to seek out, and 'silence', a high profile dissenter against the Republic. The best part...she'd only just arrived back from the mission today. Glancing at the time she noted, ruefully, that it had only been an hour since she'd arrived, just enough time to get to the GRS Ascension and unpack....
On her way through she had been met with a rather startled Lieutenant who, noticing her insignia and rank, proceeded to tell her that there was going to be a meeting with the commander in an hour exactly. Snarling a half-hearted 'thank you', the irritable and exhausted Chiss wandered her way through the maze of halls toward her designated accommodations near the rear of the ship with the rest of the 'toy soldiers' the army had oh so kindly allotted a station here, whereas the naval officers got cabins toward the fore of the ship near the fighters and other, more critical, sections of the ship where they worked.
Sender, who had been perched on her shoulder, made sure to give the surly woman a good scolding about her attitude, which, in turn, earned him a sweep of her hand that sent him reeling off her shoulder and forcing his propulsion systems to flare to life suddenly before he lighted on her shoulder once more. As she had swept down the halls, her cloak helped her form meld with the bulkhead and caused more than a few of the ship's crew to pause or do a double take of what they were seeing, most only noticing what they would, at first, think was a disembodied chiss head floating down the halls toward, or past, them. Upon reaching her destination, Rahja had, for all intensive purposes, thrown a tantrum while unpacking...tossing clothing into drawers, shoving her rifle into a corner and securing it there, stuffing her medical supplies, ammo, and spare rations into her footlocker, and pushing her nearly empty pack under her bed while hissing and snarling obscenities in her native tongue as she vented her anger and frustration at the situation and wondered just WHY she felt thus.
This brought her to the present moment, where she found herself glaring at the alarm chrono that was glaring the time right back at her, its red numbers echoing the red glow of her eyes. Huffing, Rah felt curiosity eating away at her resolve to be as infuriatingly subordinate as she could be by being as LATE to the meeting as she could be...perhaps not even going at all. It was this curiosity that spurred the indigo woman to not only GO to the meeting, but be early to it. The message she had been sent on the Aegis, and later on her way to Empress Teta, had been vague at best, and certainly hadn't said the ship commander's name...now her curiosity about WHO it was had her moving to join the meeting despite her apparent...annoyances. Grumbling to herself once more, she called Sender to her shoulder again and left the room, locking it behind her.
As she traversed the corridors once again, heading to the briefing room, Rahja mulled over her situation. Why was she feeling so upset over being transferred to a new ship? It made no sense! She'd never really cared where she did or didn't stay once she had left the temple, and then again after Shelk had died. She had been happy being a transient, a drifter among the worlds of the galaxy, never staying long enough in one place to get attached to anything or anyone. She liked it that way, she PREFERRED it that way...it made life easier and more comfortable for everyone involved. As soon as the chiss woman would drift into someone's life, she would drift out again, and this suited her just fine...it kept people alive...so why, then, had her transfer to this new ship made her so upset? It isn't as if I had anything or anyone attaching me to the Aegis...so why the anger? It wasn't as if it were my home, I detest being on these tin cans anyway...so why? Why?
Puzzling over this new frustration of 'why', Rah allowed her feet to do the walking, barely even noticing her surroundings until she came to the door of the briefing room. Well...five minutes early...let's see what stuck up prick is gonna try and tell me how to do my job THIS time...she thought with a renewed wave of irritation as she entered the room. Commanders were all the same after all...stiff, stuck up, good for nothing, rule crunching, high and mighty.....Crass?! The raven haired woman stopped so abruptly that Sender was jolted forward, his talons gripping painfully into her skin as his wings jutted out to steady himself and keep from falling, his propulsion sending a blast of heated air past Rahja's face and sending her hair billowing about her for a moment before settling around her once more as Sender settled himself once again.
The stunned woman had halted, one foot planted the other heel place to bring her forward another step, as her eyes landed on the zeltron man stationed at the head of the table, her carmine eyes widened slightly with shock. Regaining her composure, it was nearly all she could do not to smile as she eyed the ranking bars on his uniform. So HE was the commander?! Pacing forward, she completely bypassed another former member of the Aegis, his uniform one of crisp neatness that usually entailed the greenhorns of the army. Rah, having been in a hurry, was still donning her leather armor and that heavy chameleon weave cloak that so readily reflected her surroundings in the minuscule threads of metal while absorbing the light with the thicker threads of grey cloth and thus allowing her form to blend easily into the backdrop of the briefing room. As she came to a seat nearest Crass, she paused with one blue hand resting on the back of the seat she was about to take.
So...Commander Crassus Vosk is it now?
The low purr of her voice held some hint of amusement at the words and one black eyebrow quirked as a small smirk formed on her face. Oh, this was going to be interesting indeed...
Permission to be seated....Sir....
She added, twisting the knife just a bit deeper, her joking sarcasm clearly evident in the tone and cadence of the request. It was fairly obvious that she was not asking permission of any sort to be seated, but that it was rather a bit of verbal play on her part with the man she had met aboard the Aegis. Considering how few there were in the room...namely that one soul she had passed...Rahja felt no need to stand on formalities. As she flipped that cloak back over her shoulder to reveal the dark blue billowy shirt held tightly to her lean frame by the flexible leather armor bodice, jedi issue utility belt, brown leggings covered in more brown leather armor strapped at the thighs (and again at the calves), and jedi issue combat boots, Rahja Kel noted that her foul mood had seemed to dissipate as soon as she had seen him. Very odd...I wonder why...she mused momentarily before seating herself with a sort of feline grace that related the strength of any huntress, but also the flowing movement of a dancer or one trained in martial arts and swordplay. Though it was true that Rahja was, in fact, a huntress and dancer of sorts, her fluid strength came more from her early years as a jedi youngling, what little extra training she got in the jedi Medcorps, and later, her work as a mercenary. What DIDN'T come from those varied backgrounds, however, was the aire of mystery about her, the subtle aura of inner strength mingled with a resounding feeling of "there's more to her than meets the eye, what is it?" that came so naturally with her people and her culture.
Well then, Commander Vossk, how can we, your little minions, do your bidding...and thus the bidding of the Republic?
Another joke. It was easier, with so few prying eyes around, to open up ever so slightly and tease the new commander. No doubt her use of his last name and the spiffy new title that came with his rank would get a rise from the informal zeltron....but again, that's what she was looking for. Sender huffed a mildly irritated sigh as he hopped down from the woman's shoulder to rest on the table, the AER droid shaking his head from side to side before turning to the commander as well.
Good evening Commander Crass. It's good to see you again. Rahja seemed rather miffed at having to leave the Aegis, but I do believe seeing you here has given her a change of attitude.
His metal beak parted in a bird-like smile as he fanned his tail 'feathers' slightly as he settled down on the table top. This comment earned him a glare from the red eyed woman, but she did nothing more than huff in reply and shake her head slightly. WHAT am I going to do with this BIG MOUTHED droid?! That thought elicited another huff from the woman as she reclined slightly in the seat, allowing her tired eyes to drift halfway shut. She was feeling the effects of having run another mission so soon after departing the GRS Aegis, then having to return immediately to the KDY to report here...just in time for a meeting.
The Republic really DOES like to run me ragged...
She mused silently. The thought was meant for no one but herself, however, in her exhaustion her barriers had weakened enough for that single contemplation to seep out.
