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Jun 13, 2009 15:01:07 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 13, 2009 15:01:07 GMT -5
After the galactic scale meltdown outside of the medical center, Daryn had peeled off, cruising for the longest time in that speeder, just letting his annoyance and anger of the whole situation be bled out through the speed...but it wasn't enough. Eventually he found himself back at Ante Up. It wasn't but a couple minutes for him to get into the cockpit, go through the warmup sequence, and be ready for takeoff. He might have gunned the thrusters more than needed after he lifted the ship's nose up toward the heavens with his repulsors. The south corner of the pad was blackened from the wash of his sublights.
By the Force, Dar, what do you think you are doing? She's Mando'a. Always has been, always will be. You're holding a torch for an itch you've never scratched and never will. You know bloody well what their feelings are towards non-Mandalorians. Hell, you've been dealing with it for the last few ruttin' weeks. Just deal with it and go. You've never dealt with this poodoo this long before. Punch in some coordinates and go. It doesn't matter where. Shouldn't matter to you. Definitely won't matter to her. Hell, she just got a personal invite from Mandalore himself. It's clear she doesn't need or want you.
He'd just about finished setting in the coordinates for Nar Shaddaa when his hand halted. Setting his jaw, he pressed the button...and got nothing. Pulling up some diagnostics, he ran a power shunt trace to the hyperdrive and quickly located the problem.
While, by all standard checks, the power was running to the hyperdrive properly, he noticed the power input/output designations were reversed. Some kriffing meathead Mandalorian tech had put the power couplings on backwards. The next stream of consciousness flowing through his mouth was very eloquent and flowed surprisingly well given the fact that it was composed of the curses of four different languages.
Finally, he accepted the inevitable and swung the nose of his ship back in the direction of Concord Dawn. It would only take a day, maybe less. He kept telling himself that up until he made it back to the landing pad he'd so recently vacated. Shutting down the systems, he head back toward the engine room so he could begin tearing apart the bulkhead wall leading to the power connections for his hyperdrive.
Of all the gorram luck...
Of course...one day turned into a week as he started tracing through the wiring of the system...seeing what they'd done and found himself appalled by it. His anger at her was soon shunted over to anger at the incompetent mechanics that he'd allowed to touch his ship and, therefore, at himself. It wasn't long until he had half of the engine room torn apart and the deck as he went about re-routing and replacing the cabling so that it was right to him. This day found him up under the hyperdrive until, reconfiguring the power distribution box to tweak it for more optimal performance. With this done...he'd finally have his ship back to rights...done so that he could leave and feel comfortable about it.
That, of course, was why it was proving more difficult than expected. He was buried beneath the system, what was visible of his form surrounded in tools and components.
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Jun 13, 2009 16:27:57 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 13, 2009 16:27:57 GMT -5
Daryn was gone.
Vanished, it seemed, as swiftly as he'd arrived. She couldn't exactly blame him. Farm life wasn't for him, and the situation at the medical facility had just made everything so much worse. She'd cursed Malak and his temper, Daryn and his big mouth, and she especially cursed herself for allowing the whole situation to continue as far as it had. Italia had been a busy little bee in the time the smuggler had been gone...she'd been overseeing the upgrades on the Ghost Star, had two kolto treatments, helped Ark with his droid, spoken to Mandalore, spoken to Mal, spoken to Bane about joining the Spec Ops, and all of this while running the farm. Today, however, she was taking a break from everything to try and hunt down that dratted smuggler. As much as she refused to admit it, she rather enjoyed his company, and not having him around...well, Italia found something lacking.
The first place she looked: the Ante Up.
It was Daryn's home just about as much as the Ghost Star was hers. If he was anywhere, he would likely be there. The trip wasn't a long one, not now she could run properly, and so she did just that. Wayii! Lia, m'girl, why the hells are you goin' after this man when it's obvious he's not keen ta be around ya? Maybe he is? No, if he was he'd not have up and vanished. Maybe that's WHY he up and vanished? No, that's absurd...most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. But you'd not complain if that was the case, right? Well...no, I'd not complain, but...There you have it then...that's why you're goin' ta find him. That and ya need to tell 'im about your...decision.
It was a good 20 minutes to the landing pad where the Ante Up was docked, and she panted a bit as she slowed. A corner of the duracrete platform was blackened, like he'd taken off in a hurry, or had added just a BIT too much power to the thrusters in his attempt to get the ship into the air. After a minute or two of calming her breath and collecting herself, Lia walked over to the Ante Up, keying in the code he'd given to her. The clicking of the entry unlocking and the hiss of escaping air as the ramp lowered reached her ears as she watched the series of events unfold that would allow her into the ship. After what seemed an eternity, she was able to pad her way quietly up the ramp, touching the button to raise it again behind her. Looking around, she could see no immediate sign of the man she was searching for.
Daryn? .....Daryn, are you in here?
She moved toward the cockpit and peered in from a distance, but the slippery man didn't seem to be there. The auburn padded through the ship more quietly than one would have thought possible for a person in combat boots could, but then again, most people weren't mercenaries who knew the value of stealth either. After checking several of the spaces on the ship, she reached the engine room. There she found him, buried under a pile of wiring, components, and scattered tools. The sight made her grin and chuckle lightly as she crouched down beside his feet, forearms resting against her knees lightly as she peered under the hyperdrive to get a better view of him.
So this is where you've been? You could 'ave called for help, you know...don't much like man eating hyperdrives an' it seems this one's trying ta pull ya in. Could go get my shotgun an' take care of the problem for ya...
Lia giggled slightly and nudged a foot with her hand, a playful smile on her face.
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Jun 13, 2009 16:54:11 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 13, 2009 16:54:11 GMT -5
The problem with modifying one's own ship is that, sometimes, you do it a little too well. Putting in audial dampeners on the hatches helped minimize the noise, which he normally found to be a very good thing. You never know when there were times that being able to drop the passenger loading ramp quietly could come in handy. Unfortunately, it also meant that he didn't hear her keying the door or entering.
Nor did he catch the soft echo of her query as she called out upon entering. He was busing pounding on a flat-headed pry to pop open the circuit control pane. Somehow, Mando-boy at the starship repair had managed to get it jammed. It was amazing they ever managed to get a vehicle off the ground and into space..
So, when she spoke, he jumped, slamming his head solidly against the hyperdrive unitl. In the small room, it echoed and he groaned before rolling onto his side away from her nudge and began to speak fluent curses. Finally when the room stopped spinning and being crazy, he could look at her again and blinked. Pain had masked her attempt at bridge building.
"Lia? What in the Spawn of Sith are you talking about? Moreover, what are you doing here? I'm sure you've got any number of more important things to do than hange out with some aruetii."
He sounded in pain, he sounded petulant, and his words and tone were anything but inviting and welcome.
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Jun 13, 2009 17:43:59 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 13, 2009 17:43:59 GMT -5
Italia jumped slightly as his head crashed loudly into the bottom of the unit he was tinkering with, and wincing slightly. That hurt, she knew from experience. The woman chuckled slightly at his cursing and shook her head. Well, at least he had a....colorful....vocabulary in a multitude of languages, she supposed that meant something...she just wasn't sure WHAT yet. His words, however, caught her off guard. What was she talking about? What was she doing here? Aruetii? Italia blinked, stunned and confused all she could do was answer bluntly.
I was just teasin' ya...I, well I was wonderin' where ya were an' so I came ta find ya. Have somethin' I needed ta tell ya an' I figured...well I figured ya might be here, but...why wouldn' I want to hang out with you? I...I don' think you're aruetii, Daryn.
So perplexed was she, that when Lia knelt down to get more comfortable, she slammed her knee against one of his tools and she winced, growling at it as she moved it, and the others, out of her way.
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Jun 14, 2009 15:23:15 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 14, 2009 15:23:15 GMT -5
"Look, Lia....you did me a kindness back on Saleucami and even before that, being willing to work with me, despite the fact that I'm not one of yours. You treat me well, not like an outsider most of the time...and it's been fun. Maybe, things got confused...I don't know."
He misconstrued her words, given the way she was bouncing about and in such a good mood, he thought for certain it was because something had happened between her and Mal. Either she was thinking he was the closest thing she had to a best friend and wanted to tell him, or she was more astute than he thought and was going to try and let him down easy. He felt it better to beat her to the punch.
Pushing himself to his feet, he moved towards the cockpit, needing to look at the readings and see if he was getting power input the way he wanted it. "Figured as much was going to happen, Lia. You don't even have to tell me about it, I'd rather not know. At least it made you use the kolto treatments. I'm sure you and Mal will enjoy yourself more with you in tip top shape for it."
Leaning over the display screen, his shoulders were tense, his whole body language frigid and rigid.
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Jun 14, 2009 16:36:45 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 14, 2009 16:36:45 GMT -5
Italia blinked, even more confused now than she had been before. What was Daryn on about anyway? He sounded like he was leaving, or like he was going to try to. As he stood, she did also, and dogged his heels all the way to the cockpit.
The kriffin' 'ell are you TALKIN' about Daryn?!
Their footsteps thudded lightly along the metal paneling of the Ante Up's halls as he went about his business and she stubbornly followed along after him. Italia honestly couldn't figure out why he was so horribly upset. Was it because of the medical facility issue? Most likely it had something to do with that, yes, that had to be it. She knew it had certainly made HER upset...but why was he...That line of thought was cut short as they came to the cockpit and he studied the readings of the ship. Green eyes widened as he spoke again. At first she thought he was talking about her decision to join the military, but then....
MALAK?! Oh hell, Daryn! You thought I was gonna say somethin' about Mal?! What, you think we're involved or somethin'?
With that, she couldn't hold back the laughter that had been threatening to overcome her. It bubbled up and out of her like a clear spring of water and danced upon the ears like that clear liquid would over the stones that lined its bed. She fell back against the bulkhead, leaning there, nearly doubled over, and tried to get hold of herself through the sporadic bursts of it. After a minute she was able to calm down enough to form words again.
I'm...not seeing....Mal, Daryn. Nothin'....more'n friends. Honestly though...no, there's nothin' 'tween Mal an' I. Might 'ave tried at one point, but....I don' see that happenin' any more. He's a good friend, but that's about it for me, thanks.
Italia had managed to compose herself over the course of her comment, and now she was far more serious as she gazed at him.
No Daryn, I came here ta tell ya somethin' a bit more important than that...
I came here to tell ya that I'm joinin' the Special Ops.
She sighed slightly and folded her arms across her chest, leaning almost casually against the bulkhead.
They're plannin' on tryin' to win Shogun back from the Republic an' they need all the help they can get. I figure you ought to know...I mean, what with helpin' me out an' all recently...
There was a light shrug and she fell silent, gazing unseeingly at the control panel for the ship.
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Jun 14, 2009 17:02:44 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 14, 2009 17:02:44 GMT -5
Seemed she was as confused as him...and that gave him pause. He'd look back at her, a brow quirked as she seemed almost as shocked by the idea of the two of them being involved as he had loathed it. Pretty soon she was doubled over in those deep, breathy chortles and her laughter was tinkling about the cockpit.
Having her there, barely able to breathe, let alone attempt to speak and clear up the misunderstandings had him turning around. That smirk, that devil-may-care grin that was signature Destrell, couldn't help but pull up on his lips. He leaned against the command console, laughing with her and feeling stupid as she made it clear that it wasn't what it was about. He was about to speak again, to apologize, when she composed herself enough to speak again and explain.
Suddenly, he wasn't laughing anymore.
"Great...so, no...you aren't hooking up with the jolly punk giant, you're just going suicidal. I think I'd rather you went and played ball with the big man, to be honest."
He'd sobered considerably...running his fingers through his hair as he looked up toward the ceiling, muttering a litany under his breath. Of course...why else would she be here...Mandalorian that she was.
"What made you decide you had to tell me, Lia? I could have flown off into the black not knowing that you were planning on getting yourself killed in a blaze of glory...." He paced closer to her, pressing a palm against the bulkhead next to her head as he looked down at her. "What made it so gorram important that you had to tell me? Should I be happy for you, darlin?"
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Jun 14, 2009 17:31:12 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 14, 2009 17:31:12 GMT -5
Saying she was surprised by his reaction would have been quite the understatement considering the auburn haired woman wasn't even sure there was a word for how stunned she felt. Suicidal? Yes, maybe so, but to tell her that he'd rather have had her be with Mal when he'd made it so abundantly clear just now that he very much DIDN'T like the thought of her being with the man...it baffled her beyond belief. What made her have to tell him? That...she wasn't entirely sure about herself. Lia stood resolute as he walked over, hand coming to rest beside her head as he leaned there looking down at her.
Daryn...I didn't mean to upset you. I just felt you deserved to know the truth of what's goin' on. I know it's a big risk, but I think it's worth it. Should you be happy for me? Well...supportive would be nice, but I don' really expect that from ya.
She sighed and smiled slightly despite it all. Lia knew she'd hurt him...she hadn't meant to, and she didn't quite know why she'd hurt him...not fully...but she did think that he deserved to know. He'd been there for her, worked with her, helped her, hell...he'd even paid for some of the things she'd needed...he deserved to know what she was doing and why.
Daryn...look. I figure you deserve ta know 'bout this. You've helped me out, a lot, an' so it's only right I should tell ya. Besides, this ain't about glory or suicide or honor...not for me least ways...but rather 'cause they took our home and it's about time we got it back. I've thought about this for a long while now, an' it just feels right ta me.
She gazed up at him quiely, that small smile still settled gently across her face, giving her an almost peaceful look, though her eyes were tinged slightly with sadness. Looking up at him, all bristling and hurt...it broke her heart. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt someone she cared about because of her decisions, but it seemed she was doing just that anyway.
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Jun 14, 2009 17:50:48 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 14, 2009 17:50:48 GMT -5
At her first words he looked to the side. No, he couldn't be supportive of her. Sure, he wanted to be in a lot of things...had tried to be even when her stubborn Mandalorian pride tried to make it otherwise, but he couldn't be now. If he was brutally honest with himself (which he surprisingly was, most of the time0, he'd accept that his reasons for it all were purely selfish and self-serving. But in this case, he could live with that.
In an odd way, he felt he could almost understand. He didn't think like a Mandalorian, but he'd learned enough about them to figure out how they would think...and he had a good idea why they'd consider something like this to be a good thing. He'd never had to deal with his home being taken from him. He couldn't walk a mile in her shoes. Or any Mandalorian's shoes, for that matter.
When she spoke again, he would look back at her, brows furrowing. Now she was speaking words he could understand. "No, I know what it's like when something just feels right, Lia. Thought I'd felt it too...but I was wrong."
He was about to step away, his bodyweight shifting as he made to pull back...then he paused. "I know I'm not making sense, Lia...and you don't know why I'm acting like I am. Hell, I don't even know, not really. I'm not Mandalorian...I don't think like you do...probably can't. But, before you leave and be all psychotically honorable...I'm going to do what I feel is right, before there isn't a chance..."
He turned back toward her...the hand on the bulkhead slipping around the nape of her neck as his head dipped and his mouth slanted hard against hers, stealing a sudden and most unexpected kiss.
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Jun 14, 2009 18:20:01 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 14, 2009 18:20:01 GMT -5
Confused and stunned as she was, the poor woman could only stand there and listen silently. He'd understood, at least a bit, about what she'd said...she could see it in his eyes as she looked up at him. Head tilted slightly as he spoke, trying to figure out just what he meant. Dratted man, being so complicated all the kriffing time! It looked like he was just about to leave when he paused again, turning back to look at her again. Whatever words had been about to come from the shorter woman died in her throat as he stooped toward her, a hand coming up behind her head as his lips pressed hard to hers.
If the mando'ika hadn't been confused before, she CERTAINLY was now. It took her a moment to even process what was happening before she melted into the kiss, returning it with that fiery passion she held. Strange as it was for her mind to know that she was kissing the loud mouthed smuggler, she found that she didn't mind one bit about his boldness. Instinctively, her arms wrapped about behind his back, curling up over his shoulders from behind. Her eyes drifted closed slightly and she let herself be taken by the moment.
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Jun 15, 2009 14:58:09 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 15, 2009 14:58:09 GMT -5
Daryn wasn't exactly known for being timid...but even he surprised himself by actually going through with it and kissing her. Of course, another part of him was more than a little surprised to find that she wasn't stabbing him in the gut with a vibroblade in response. When she all but wrapped herself around him and returned that kiss, it was his turn to have his breath taken away while he was stunned. He made a low sound, deep in his chest as he kept up that kiss, his hands slipping behind her knees to lift her up and pin her against the bulkhead with his form. It was one damn good kiss.
For such a hot headed and, at times, abrasive woman, she was very sweet to taste and soft to hold. It was indescribable, being there with he, feeling her kissing him back just as intensely, if not more so. With a groan, he finally broke the kiss and rested his cheek against her own. His breathing was hot as it washed heavily against her ear, stirring those crimsoned locks there with every exhalation.
"Wow..." So Daryn could be made speechless.
He didn't want to think about how many Mando'ade would gladly beat him within an inch of his life of they'd seen that. Honestly, he'd do it again...and he wanted to...but as shocked as he was, he needed to understand her thoughts about it. Bah...to hell with it. That smirk could be heard in his voice, even if it couldn't be seen. It was almost childlike in its impish good nature.
"Again?"
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Jun 15, 2009 15:44:18 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 15, 2009 15:44:18 GMT -5
Was it hot, or was it her?
It had to be her, the change in temperature had been to abrupt to be anything else. Unless there was suddenly a fire in the ship, but she doubted that. Hands slipped behind her knees, pulling them from under her and raising her up. The young woman tensed and tried to get herself to remain calm as he picked her up and pressed her into the bulkhead. By now her heart was beginning to race, that sound only making her skin heat more and her heart beat a little faster. Her legs tightened and wrapped around him lightly to keep herself there more easily.
It was astounding to her just how strong he felt holding her like that. She wouldn’t have thought that the stubborn, loud mouthed, often irritating spacer could feel so strong or that his kiss would feel so good. He ended the kiss and she almost regretted it. His cheek pressed against hers, that hot breath of his warming her ear and neck as they both remained there. His reply was another reason for surprise. Was he actually…speechless? She chuckled at the thought, her the sound dark with the mix of emotions in her. It was a damned good thing no one would see this or Daryn would have been in some deep trouble with more than a few mando’ade…lucky for both of them.
“Again?”
Bloody smuggler and his teasing! Lia pondered giving him a good hit to the side, but really…she just didn’t have it in her to do that to him. Not this time around anyway. Huffing her irritation at his playful nature, she pushed his head away with her own, only to press her lips to his again. This was foolish, and she knew it, but her mind wasn’t working right and she could hardly stop herself. She COULD stop herself, but part of her just didn’t want to, so she didn’t. Besides, what fun was life if you didn’t do something a little foolish every now and again?
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Jun 15, 2009 15:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 15, 2009 15:59:16 GMT -5
He grinned as she bumped his head away so that she could take him up on that offered kiss again. He let that desire that he'd allowed to simmer behind the scenes up until now free, letting the heat of it lap at their embrace and the union of their mouths.
Finally, however, he eased her down, untangling her legs from his waist and getting her to stand on her own two feet, though he didn't try and pull away just yet. After another few lingering moments with that kiss, he broke it once more, resting his forehead against her own. When he spoke, his tone was low, husky, and much different than the normal, smooth, playful sound his voice had.
"Just don't leave off to go do that without seeing me, Italia. I want to make sure you have a good reason to come back, like you promised. I...I'd rather not think about a universe without you in it."
Those green eyes had opened, burning bright with her own as they locked gazes. All pretense for this moment was gone. The cocky smuggler wasn't there...just Daryn Destrell, the true Daryn that was left when he stopped affecting the swagger and the smirk.
Lightly, he lifted a hand, brushing a fingertip along her cheek and tucking some of that longer hair back behind her ear wih the beaded affectation.
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Jun 15, 2009 16:23:30 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 15, 2009 16:23:30 GMT -5
If it had been hot before, they were on the sun right about now. Italia let her fiery emotions take over, battering against his own as they kissed. The world around seemed to fade into the distance and the only things around were herself and him. Even as he disentangled himself from her and settled her on her feet once more she kept herself pressed to him. The touch of his forehead to hers as he broke the kiss once more only made her heart continue to race. Did he understand that was a sign of affection? That it was how mando's effectively "kissed" while in their helmets? She wasn't entirely sure, but either way, she didn't stop him. His words were dark, husky with his own passion, as he spoke to her.
He didn't want to imagine a universe without her? Did he mean that how it had sounded? She wasn't certain, and she wasn't thinking clearly enough to try to sort it out, so for now she took it at face value...serious concern for her. She smiled slightly, emerald eyes looking back into his.
I'll do that...just say you won't go runnin' off 'fore I get a chance to.
This was a man different than the one she was used to seeing...something more real, more emotional and perhaps even a bit more vulnerable. As that hand came up, brushing his fingers along her cheek and tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, she took it in one of her own and pressed her cheek against it lightly, her eyes closing again for a moment before she sighed slightly.
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Post by Vex on Jun 16, 2009 15:41:13 GMT -5
"Hell, darlin...you've got the keycode to my ship...so my door is always open. Could even give ye the passcode to my bunk if you want." He grinned again, teasing her a bit. He didn't know that little bit about Mandalorian rituals or gestures, but it probably wouldn't have surprised him.
His smile widened a bit, losing that cocky expression and becoming more honest as she took his hand and pressed it against her cheek like that. It was a very nice, tender moment. Unfortunately, she had to sigh.
"Come on, love...I know you've got to have a lot to do to prepare for this little insane trip you are taking and I've got to get my ship back into working order. If you've got to go, it's okay...just remember that you better come back before you leave so I can give you that going away present." He grinned again, the mischief pooling back in his eyes.
He stole one last kiss, this one lighter and fleeting, then trailed the kiss down under her jaw. Finding a tender spot there, he'd capture it, providing just enough pressure that it marked...a small, darkening spot that was evidence that someone had claimed her.
Satisfied, he pulled his head back and winked at her before pulling away.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 16, 2009 15:57:02 GMT -5
Lia chuckled and shook her head, green eyes dancing about as he teased her about the code to his bunk.
Bah...you've got that covered. No need for me ta have it.
She stuck her tongue out at him for a moment, swiftly retracting it before he got any ideas.
Yeah, I do have to go actually Daryn. I've gotta see a man about some chickens.
They kissed once more, this one feather light and swift before he moved to the tender skin just below her jaw line. A sharp intake of breath would be heard from her as he marked that place on her neck, branding her as his. That miffed her slightly, but over all it was a passing irritation that would soon be remedied by the high collar of the under armor for the new suit she was also picking up soon. As he pulled away, a satisfied look on his face, she gave him a playful glare, not able to fully complete a true glare. Walking to the the landing ramp, she pressed the button and allowed it to go down.
I'll see ya later Daryn.
With that, a quirky little smile and a jaunty wave of her hand, descended the ramp and vanished around the side of the ship. It wasn't likely he'd see her again until the day of the briefing, after it was over.
((exit Lia until the second half of the thread. I'll let you post Vexmun then I'll start the second bit))
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Jun 17, 2009 15:58:55 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 17, 2009 15:58:55 GMT -5
((kk, I guess I'm gonna be double posting here >_> )) To say she turned heads as she walked down the streets toward the spaceport was...well it had to have been the understatement of the year on Concord Dawn. The primarily blue and black armor hugged her curves like a well fit glove, the crimson stripe running along the tops of her shoulders adding yet another layer of meaning to the colors of the armor itself. The deep blue, black trimmed, "battle skirt" that was attached to her waist just above her hips fluttered behind her as she walked, the white and golden Mando'a lettering embroidered there by her mother glinting in the sun, her helm hiding her head and face from view, only her beads showing from under it. The sight had men stumbling at times, the Jaig eyes painted around the visor her dark blue helmet making men and women alike stare. As she reached the Ante Up, she keyed in the code, waiting for the ramp to descend before heading up into the ship and pressing the button for the ramp to raise again. Pulling off her helm, she shook her head slightly, the air cool compared to inside of it. Oi Daryn?!Her voice was louder this time, making sure he would hear her, before she fell silent to listen for any sign of him
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Jun 18, 2009 3:59:30 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 18, 2009 3:59:30 GMT -5
He'd been busy while she'd been gone. While he'd always considered putting an alert system in for when the ship was entered, having her pop up like that had exacerbated his desire and therefore, he'd finally got around to it. It wasn't like he was dong anything else of note anyway. He may as well work in the ship.
He'd hardwired in a alert signal through the door power controls. Any time the door opened, via code or otherwise, it would send an alert to his chronometer, which he'd modified with a simple signal receiver tuned into the same signal as the alert. Nothing flashy or loud..just something that would make the facing light blink in a short sequence.
Daryn had just stepped out of the 'fresher and was toweling his hair when he noticed the blinking from the chronometr on the small desk built into the wall of his bunk.
Wrapping the towel about himself, he picked up his blaster pistol from where it hung in his pistol belt on the wall. Hitting the controls for the door, he stepped out and, ignoring the chill from the floor plating. He sighted down the barrel. The one good thing about having his ship is that there was only one hallway, one way around.
He blinked. For the second time since he had known her, he was speechless. Daryn had a lot of respect for the Mandalorians, for their martial prowess, for the surprising depth to their culture. For a great many things. Seeing a woman in full battle armor hadn't ever been one of them.
Until now.
Swallowing, he lowered his weapon and finally flashed that crooked, amused grin. "Wow...um, darlin', that's some good armor. I...ah...don't know what else to say. I've never been able to link 'deadly' and 'beautiful' in a sentence before."
He scratched his damp main with the barrel of his pistol, grinning a bit foolishly as he took her in slowly, from head to toe. It was a long, slow, appraising look, one that showed approval on many levels. Finally he spoke again, perhaps being his strongest words. "I...feel sorry for the Republic soldiers that have to face you..."
His grin widened again.
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Jun 18, 2009 4:47:50 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 18, 2009 4:47:50 GMT -5
She sighed and had just started to turn around, facing the fact that Daryn....for once....wasn't there. The hiss of a door met her ears and she turned her head again to glance over her shoulder and sure enough, there he stood....in nothing but a towel.....dripping wet. She just didn't know what to say. She blinked, tried to process the information, blushed, blinked again, and blushed some more, turning her body to face him but keep her face turned away from him. Now, it wasn't that she'd not seen men in less than a towel...or been WITH a man in less than a towel....but to have DARYN be a man in only a towel. Her stomach clenched for a moment and she was glad she was wearing armor that hid how her muscles tensed.
Uh....didn' mean ta catch ya with yer pa....um....
She stopped herself before the witty comment could complete itself, clearing her throat slightly as he spoke. Italia shifted her helmet under her arm slightly and offered up a mild chuckle. A sideways glance was cast toward the smuggler and she noted...again...that, though not built up like one of the mando men she tended to see around (everywhere), he certainly wasn't out of shape or at all bad looking.
Thank you. I'm actually rather fond of it. I didn't think I would be. Not bad for being over 300 years old is it?
Finally she managed to regain some of her composure running a hand over her beads, flipping them slightly so they clicked against the beskar'gam, she managed to look at him once more. She coughed a bit and gazed at Daryn as he relieved an itch in that wet hair with the barrel of his pistol and grinned. His green eyes roamed up her form, bringing with them a wash of heat that worked it's way up with them all the way to her face.
"I...feel sorry for the Republic soldiers that have to face you..."
Really? And why was that? He'd never even seen her fight before...what made him think this all of a sudden? A tilt of her head sent those beads swinging around to the back of her shoulder again. Finally she stepped out of the immediate doorway of the ramp and fully into the hall.
Heh...you don't even have a reason to say that Daryn...I appreciate the sentiments though. Anyway, I told you I would see you before I left. I came straight from the briefing.
She sighed slightly.
We're leaving day after tomorrow.
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Jun 18, 2009 5:32:12 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Jun 18, 2009 5:32:12 GMT -5
At her aborted quip, he grinned wider, leaning against the wall as he listened to her. He wasn't built heavily, no. There wouldn't be a mass of muscle there for him..it wasn't the way he was built. Nevertheless, what he did have was toned. He stayed in shape...it helped make running down his quarry easier. He saw the reaction he was getting from her...certainly hadn't expected to see her blush like that or not be able to lookat him, like some shy little Coruscanti lass. That grin turned wolfish and he decided to tease her.
"No, reckon you didn't, darlin, but I figure it's a good thing for all involved." Letting his weapon dangle at his side, he moved closer to her as she flipped that hair back and those beads clattered against her armor. It was strangely endearing.
His expression was more subdued as he heard the rest of her words, nodding solemnly at the news. She was going to be leaving soon. The press of his lips into that tight line showed his opinion on the matter, but he shrugged it off, respecting her decision and accepting that it wasn't his choice. He did not, however, have to agree with everything she said.
"I've got plenty of reason. I might have missed the battle you fought while hunting the Besalisk, but I know the kind of people you had to deal with. Had a run-in with them myself, if you remember. You came in and took them by surprise. I've got ears too. I've been around...listening, learning what happened to get you beat up like that in the first place."
He moved closer, tapping an ear. "Your people tend to think if you aren't Mando, you can't understand the language. They talk a lot...even about things that shouldn't be talked about. Basilisks...Coruscant...fallen heroes. Given the way you and Mal were...it wasn't a walk in the park. Especially given the way it's being handled on the Holonet.... it doesn't take a savant to realize that the Republic is downplaying their losses and what occured." He tapped his brain, silently reminding her not to underestimate his ability to think because of how he generally acts.
Hesitantly, gingerly, he reached out and tapped the eyes upon her helmet. "Besides...the last time I checked, Jaig eyes aren't given lightly...and no true Mandalorian would wear them without earning them. So...yeah...I do have a reason to say that."
Just because he sometimes acted like a fool...it didn't mean he was one. The only one who truly understood that was him.
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