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Nov 4, 2009 22:38:27 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 4, 2009 22:38:27 GMT -5
It’d been a hell of a night.
After the initial ‘foreplay’ of Daryn trying to knock some sense back into her, the two had ended up half tumbling back into her room. After that the night was a whirl of pleasure, emotion, and no small amount of pain. Not that the pain was a bad thing. The whole night had been a trip, and thankfully it had settled down and eased out the feisty young woman’s anger without causing any permanent damage to the man who was now laying beside her.
Lia had slept well enough, only waking a bit as she turned over onto her injured hip and then falling back to sleep again. She woke, now, with her back pressed up against Daryn and feeling rather…sore…and scratched and she was sure there was going to be a bruise or two coming in on her. Smirking at the thought, she stretched in a rather catlike manner and settled back against him as she tried to decide if she was actually going to get up or not. Deciding not to get up JUST yet, she closed her eyes and started drifting off again slightly.
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Nov 5, 2009 19:20:14 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Nov 5, 2009 19:20:14 GMT -5
Oh...yeah...the night had certainly been interesting. Making love to a Mandalorian woman was certainly a risky propostion, but it was nothing if not interesting and entertaining. It never got dull. He had the markings to prove it. Post-coital nirvana helped to balm some of the damage, but he'd definitely be feeling it as he woke up. Her nails had done a number on his back, her teeth on his shoulders and chest...and the rest of him looked like a kath hound dalmatian. He wouldn't be walking around without a t-shirt off the ship, at any rate. The man looked like he'd be the sole combatant on Shogun, for chrissakes. He hadn't got this banged up in actual battle.
It was worth it, however.
He woke slowly as he felt her stirring and stretching. The warmth of her smaller form stirred him to reach an arm around her waist, palm pressing against her navel as he pulled her back tighter against him.
Consciousness swirled up around him as the dreamscape slipped away. Relaxed though he was, heavier thoughts began to invade soon enough. The night had been amazing...made all the more beautiful because of the poignant pain it had caused him inside. As wonderful as the night had been, he didn't believe it would lead to anything more. Twice burned, he wasn't going to let it happen again. It felt like something more could be had between them...and he'd tried. Whatever the Force's design...it apparently wasn't meant to be. So...reluctantly...he'd accept what he could have...what moments were offered and not get his hopes up.
Right now he was just happy that she was all right. That she was safe, relatively whole, and that their time together had been as therapeutic for her as it had been reassuring for him. With that in mind, he let a slow, lazy smile curl the corner of his lips and his head tipped, nuzzling aside crimson hair and giving her a playful bite on the shoulder.
"You are right...you may just be the death of me. Not complaining though, if I pass on during a night like last...." His voice was low, still a bit husky from his recent slumber.
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Nov 5, 2009 19:57:37 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 5, 2009 19:57:37 GMT -5
Yeah, Daryn was pretty dinged up…hell, SHE was pretty dinged up, but as dinged up as she was…when that arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer, she sighed. It was almost a content sound that escaped her as she was pressed back against him, a short snicker following as he bit her shoulder. At his words a soft grunt was given and she turned over to face him, tucking her head under his chin as those beads clattered against each other lightly.
Don’ even talk about things like that, eh? I don’ even wanna think about somethin’ like that right now.
Death. It was, to say the least, a touchy subject with the little mando and she certainly didn’t even want to entertain the idea of his death and most definitely not because of her…no matter how he had intended the words. She pressed a soft little kiss to one of those marks she’d given him…an attempt to ease some of the pain she’d caused him.
I sure do cause you no end of trouble don’t I?
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Nov 5, 2009 20:21:09 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Nov 5, 2009 20:21:09 GMT -5
"Only as much as I let you, solus'ika. Don't be trying to blame yourself for everything. Much as I like the aftermath...I don't think I'm physically capable of attacking you again for foreplay."
He grinned a bit at her kiss, amused at the tenderness she showed. It was...a bit different...than she'd shown last night. At least, up until the end when she'd been all but exhausted. He ran his fingertips lightly up and down her spine as he rested there and relaxed into the moment. He pulled her atop him lightly as he shifted their position.
"Well, I'm captain of this here ship, doll, but I don't have a bearing. You know these waters better than I do...so maybe you can help give me a heading?"
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Nov 5, 2009 21:02:34 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 5, 2009 21:02:34 GMT -5
Another little snicker at his words and she was about to reply when he tacked on the bit about not being physically capable of attacking her again. A laugh worked its way up from her stomach and she shook her head a little.
Sure ya are…just need ta work ya out a bit. You’re certainly fast enough ta beat the hell outta me if ya just got the hand to hand down. Manda knows I’da been nice an’ numb if you’d had your blasters instead of your fists.
Lia quirked a brow at his amused grin and smirked a little. That smirk, however, swiftly vanished as his fingertips ran along her spine and the long scar there. Tensing, she resisted the urge to immediately back away, get up and dress herself. Instead she settled for narrowing her eyes and tensing before he pulled her atop him once more as he shifted. Settling her elbows against his shoulders carefully and her chin on her palms, she raised one eyebrow at him, then the other, at his question.
Ain’t much around here…told ya before this moon’s too wild to really have any cities on. Was sent here for my verd’goten that’s how rough this place is. So…before we get ta tryin’ to find anything we need ta get the Ante fixed up as much as we can here and if we need ta get anything that we can’t find here, we’ll have to head over to Onderon to get it.
Lia wasn’t one to talk much about her verd’goten…not normally. She didn’t even like talking about it to her family…the scar along her back was certainly one reason for that. The fact that the woman had even mentioned it to Daryn said a lot. It also pointed to just how many times she’d ended up back at this cursed moon in her relatively short life and why she was so often so anxious to get as far away from it as possible.
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Nov 12, 2009 21:38:12 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Nov 12, 2009 21:38:12 GMT -5
"Ain't much in the way of fun though, is it? Having you all nice and numb. Might kinda be a bit boring. I prefer a high amount of interaction" He flashed that insufferably bemused grin up at her as she rested there, gazing down at him. He'd seen her shift in demeanor as he felt that slight ridge of that scar on her back. As she spoke about the limited abilities of Dxun in providing them repairs, he shrugged.
"Ante might have gotten crisped a bit, but she's still capable of flying. Ain't no Mandalorian war beast or nothing, but she can take a beating. Onderon would probably be a better bet for what I do need, however...no offense, but after seeing how yer boys 'took care' of her the last time, I think I'd rather make the trip."
He grinned, hooking one leg around her calf, the other hooking up under her thigh and lifting. His arms had come up, pinning her elbows in against his chest as he flipped her over, coming to rest atop her. "As much fun as I might find in getting another 'workout'...all play and no work makes for a very lazy Destrell."
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Nov 13, 2009 4:26:36 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Nov 13, 2009 4:26:36 GMT -5
Well, he succeeded in earning another snicker and a mild smirk at his first comment, though it didn’t quite reach those viridian eyes. She returned his shrug as he said that Onderon would be better suited to repairing the Ante. Even as he flipped her over onto her back, resting the weight of himself atop her, she quirked an eyebrow slightly and that smirk broadened into an devilish little smile.
Up ta you, but we’re not gonna have much of a chance ta be lazy after we get the Ante fixed…least, not if I’m stayin’ on with you. Before the Star…before Ixor and his goons arrived I had my own agendas ya know…
She gazed up at him quietly for a moment, scanning his face, his eyes, for any sign of what he might be thinking. Sighing a bit, she shifted one shoulder so it was settled more comfortably against the bed.
Either way, I’m sure we can find the parts here we need ta make what repairs we can do ourselves, and then limp over to Onderon…but I need ta stay here an’ see if I can’t get a bit of information I need for those agendas…
Those green eyes darkened a bit, her expression hardening.
…maybe do some scouting and poking around ta see if I can’t find somethin’ on Ixor and his lot.
A few grumbled curses in mando’a were uttered as she mulled over the fact that she’d never told anyone in her family what had happened to the crew of the Star. In fact, the only one she’d ever told was dead…also because of her.
What is it with you stupid men an’ puttin’ yourselves in danger because of me? I swear…
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Post by Vex on Dec 3, 2009 19:53:55 GMT -5
"Yeah...figured I'd never much get a chance to sit around and be fat and happy around ye. Hell...a roll in the hay winds up using muscles I didn't know existed and several possible near death experiences." He quipped and grinned, rather glad he was holding her down at the moment. No doubt he'd be getting more "reminders" and none as pleasant as last night.
"And what agendas brought you here anyway? Since I'm taking you on as a member of my crew, the captain should know what's going on so that he can better plan." Quirking a brow, he would look at her, the curiosity plain across his face. She'd left rather quickly, after all...ruffling more than a few feathers from her clan in the process. Departing like that just wasn't how things were done, normally. Her mother's worry had only been the tip of that particular iceberg.
"As for risking our skins...well, can't resist a drop-dead gorgeous redhead that looks equally good in a ballroom gown or battle armor. It's a 'Y' chromosome thing..." Another flippant comment...there was more to it than that...but it wasn't something either them were comfortable with speaking on at the moment. That he could tell.
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Dec 4, 2009 19:07:35 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 4, 2009 19:07:35 GMT -5
Daryn needn’t have worried about holding Italia down because of his comment. If anything, those darkened eyes sparkled once more, and by the time he was done speaking, she was laughing so hard her eyes shut tight and she was shaking. A blessing and a curse, this laughter was, as it first lightened the mood, then brought her right into a fit of coughing. Her mind cursed at the timing of it, the mild burning and tightness that came with it, the weakness it showed in her…and lastly, it cursed that damned toydarian. Oh how she hoped he’d gotten some horrible punishment for whatever he’d done to her employers. Just as she seemed to get hold of the coughing, another shorter bout hit her and she remembered to curse the wookiee too. It was becoming a tradition to curse that way inside her mind each time this happened. Behind closed eyes flickered memories she just didn’t want to relive. By the time she was able to stop the coughing, Lia had only barely heard his next two comments…the words slowly processing in her mind as she caught her breath, her head heavy against the pillows.
S-sorry…um…
She pushed through her mild daze and shook her head slightly to clear it.
Agendas…heh…nothing you should get involved in, trust me.
A light sigh escaped her and she suppressed another cough before it even had a chance to form.
I may have left the military, and I may not care for Bane as the new Mandalore, but I still have a duty to my people. I’m just going to help make sure they have a better chance at getting their own homes back under their control.
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Post by Vex on Dec 14, 2009 21:38:37 GMT -5
He gave her some space during the fit. He knew that it was a rather touchy subject for her and he wasn't about to bring it up to her now. It was one of the many things he didn't know about her...something he was hoping to learn more of later...as she began to trust him more and divulge in him. He shook his head, waving off her apologies lightly as he looked down at her. "No worries, little one. Not a big deal."
At her first words, he shook his head and gave her an arched brow. "Look, I'm already invested in this, love. I've got an interest and, like it or not, I'm already involved. I'm involved with you, so I'm involved with this, whatever it is. As for what you are doing to help your people. In for a credit, in for a stick. I probably already have hunters after me...no sense in not trying to help out. I know what your people have gone through...it's one of the reasons I wanted to help in the first place."
To punctuate this, he leaned down, nipping at the junction of her shoulder and throat...which still held a bruise from the very same mouth that was teasing it now. It was her "punishment" for trying to separate them again...trying to break things up between his world and hers. "We're partners, Italia...gonna work together on this or by all that is holy, I'll tie you to this bunk and not let you up until we're back in orbit around Concord Dawn. Savvy?"
His threat was mostly jest, but he made it clear he wasn't about to let things go unchecked or quiet anymore. He stood up, slipping out of the sheets and into full sight of all the battle scars she'd given him. He held out a hand toward her *Heading for the 'fresher and a hot shower...you game?"
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Dec 14, 2009 22:49:56 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 14, 2009 22:49:56 GMT -5
It was a relief to hear him bush aside her apology as if nothing had happened…it helped sooth her bruised pride. She furrowed her brow at his reply, sighing and shaking her head slightly. Stubborn man was…well…being a stubborn man. It seemed Daryn wasn’t about to give her an easy out for this one, much as she wished he would. As he dipped his mouth back to that mark he’d given her before, darkening it further, she tilted her head, hissing slightly…at both his words and his actions. She’d just about been to tell him exactly what her plans were when he stood and held a hand out to her. With a small, mischievous, smile she stood as well, the bandages from the day before and from her injuries on Shogun showing clearly against her skin as she took his hand.
I think I might just take you up on that offer…though I’ll have to be a bit more careful. Don’t want to reopen the injuries or anything.
It was only half a concern to be honest. Certainly warm water could help soften the skin and risk reopening the injuries, but they’d been patched up well enough…stitched and kolto patches put on them. Chances were that they wouldn’t open. Stepping up to him, she lifted herself onto the platforms of her feet, kissing him playfully on the lips before sauntering past him and toward the refresher.
Let it not be said that Italia was shy.
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Dec 19, 2009 18:47:50 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Dec 19, 2009 18:47:50 GMT -5
"Bah...I'll promise to treat you like eggshells then..." He returned the playful kiss before following her into the 'fresher. They'd spend the better part of an hour and a half getting clean....dirty...and clean again. For all of his griping about not being fit enough to handle her a second time, he proved himself a liar, being far more gentle this time around.
Afterward, once they were both dressed (he was still slightly disappointed by this fact), he sat on the desk of the room, combing his finger through his hair as he looked at her, watching her appreciatively as she finished dressing. He hadn't forgotten his earlier questions about her reasons for being on Dxun.
"So where are we going around here, Lia? I'll need to do a diagnostic, but there shouldn't be anything terrible keeping us from being able to fly later...better to watch your behind. I'm rather well trained for that and it is a lovely view. So...where are we going? What's the agenda?" His demeanor and words were amiable enough, however, there was enough underlying steel involved to let it be known that he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. He wasn't leaving her alone for anything to happen.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 19, 2009 20:34:06 GMT -5
Shower time…was a wonderful time…at least, it was when you were with a rather handsome smuggler who knew what the hell he was doing. Daryn, it turned out, had been a bunch of bluster when he’d claimed he couldn’t handle another round with her and she’d been swift enough to call him on the lie…not that she minded one bit. Besides, now that she’d gotten her pent up frustration at her current lot in life out of her system, he’d been quite the gentleman. It was…almost surprising.
They’d dressed (much to Daryn’s chagrin) and she’d started pulling on her armor as he’d plopped himself down on the desk and started pestering her once more about what THEY were going to be doing. She’d huffed and grunted slightly as he’d tried to make light of the situation, but the edge in his tone told her she wasn’t about to get out of it. Dratted man. Pulling on her other boot, she’d begun clipping the armor plating to it, strapping it down securely so that it wouldn’t shift around as she moved.
Well Daryn…I’ve got a new hitch in my plans and that hitch’s name is Ixor. If I don’ get him dead first he’ll catch us and have US dead…or worse, he’ll catch mum an’ have HER dead…or target any of my other friends or family and make THEM dead or worse….just so he can get to me.
Osi’yaim dar’manda ((Useless non-mando/traitor))…ori’suumyc demagolka ((Morally outragous war criminal))…gives us all a bad name an’ should be put down like a rabid kath hound anyway.
With a click of the last clip on her leg armor, she tightened it down with a soft zip sound as she gave swift tug on the strap. Lia had forgone the kama, laying it aside on the bed after folding it carefully. No doubt her short rant hadn’t explained much to him of her other plans, but that was partially the point.
So we find the bugger an’ kill ‘im. Hopefully he thinks I’m dead still…would give us a leg up. Question is…where is he? Most likely somewhere here on Dxun since Onderon forces can’t exactly come here…but the utreekov doesn’t know I was in the military, so he likely won’t be expecting us to be able to find him as fast as we can if we ask for their help.
…Kinda doubt their flagship went unnoticed by the Ops here so…a bit of pokin’ about is in order.
Folding her arms across her chest, the blue and black armored woman sighed slightly as she gazed at him for a moment before running a hand over the beads in her hair and the daggers she’d just put back into them.
I suppose the tentative agenda, then, is ta get the Ante back up ta par and then hunt the sucker down.
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Post by Vex on Dec 21, 2009 19:43:02 GMT -5
He listened to what she was saying, not interrupting her while she spoke. He had certainly expected Ixor to be the priority on her agenda, but there had to be more than that. After all, she'd come to this system for a reason and it hadn't been that backstabbing little gundark. She hadn't even known that he was still around, given how she'd been caught by surprise.
"Now, I understand that, darlin...and I agree, but he does have a bloody blockade runner and a crew. While I appreciate your admiration for my prowess and abilities, I'm afraid they don't translate so well outside of the bedroom."
Grinning, he pushed off the desk and crossed the distance between them with that sneaky quick manner, his hand sliding around to the back of her neck. He stole a quick kiss, trying to ease the strain on her features. "Supposing we find him, how you think we can take him out? Military contacts able to provide some support...some heavy weapons or personnel? I'm not above stuffing his pillow with a thermal detonator..."
He looked into those green eyes, quirking a brow at her. "And what about after? Once he's dealt with, then what? You didn't come to this sector looking for Ixor. What else is on your plate?"
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 21, 2009 23:05:00 GMT -5
”Of course he does…and plenty o’ crew I’m sure. I’m not lookin’ ta get in there an’ fight ‘im head on. Nah…I’m hopin’ ta do some scoutin’ around his ship an start pickin’ ‘em off long range ‘til he decides ta come out an get me…us, I suppose. Once he’s out in the open an’ missin’ a few crew members he and the rest of ‘em will be less of a threat. ‘Sides…a ship that big normally only takes a crew of eighteen ta thrity…nix the ones I took out, which was about 10 on the Star…not countin’ Ixor.
I’m game for another round.”
A light bob of those armor pauldrons showed the slight shrug she gave at her calculations. Of course it was risky, but any mando worth their salt was a one man army, and Lia had been through two missions with the spec ops…one without armor…she could handle a few non-mando slugs like those pirates, piece of cake.
She hoped.
You won’t have much ta do besides make sure no one comes creepin’ up behind us as I start snipin’ the walkin’ wastes of space. If they don’ gimme the chance…well…I’ll have ta find another route…hence the scoutin’ first.
Lia paused there, not wanting to answer his other set of questions…but it was becoming fairly obvious that he wasn’t about to let the topic drop until she told him everything. Resigning herself to her fate, the fiery mando’ika folded her arms across her chest and gazed back at him, her mouth forming a severe line across her face as her brow furrowed slightly, those normally happy features darkening.
I came here for a co-pilot. Preferably someone who wouldn’ complain about not goin’ with me as I take care of my business…or someone who can snipe just as well as myself. Have quite a few assassinations ta make if I’m gonna have any hope of loosening the grip the Republic has on our homes.
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Post by Vex on Dec 26, 2009 19:04:18 GMT -5
He listened to her game plan and nodded his head. He could understand that and he was pretty certain that he could work a way around to make sure that her cute little Mandalorian behind was safe from threat. He didn't think that it would quite be so easy as to just snipe them. Might get a couple, but people learn to keep their head down pretty quick.
He had a quick head though, he could figure out something on the fly if need be.
He didn't relish the idea of going up against a platoon of pirate scum, but he understood the need. Just having heard from her what he would do if not stopped...and seeing the tactics that he employed to try and kill her... the last thing he wanted was this piece of sith spit to keep breathing air in the same galaxy as him.
Daryn listened as she finally started talking about the other reason why she was here. Well...copilot made sense. He could accept that. He had every intention of helping her out with that...until she finished the comment. Daryn was, oddly, silent for a long moment as he looked at her as though she had a pair of gundark ears growing from her head.
"Um...Lia...either I heard you wrong or I think there's a problem with your brain being missing. Sounded like you were doing something idiotic like assassinating Republic officials."
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Dec 28, 2009 17:49:22 GMT -5
The thing Daryn didn’t seem to understand about Italia (or perhaps he did), was the fact that she never intended to get more than one or two of the pirates from long range…at least, not unless she wanted to make it a week long trip, but considering her…distaste…for the jungle moon, that was highly unlikely. No, she was aiming to just lure them out and pick a couple off in the process. Well, either way it seemed he had nothing to say on the matter, so she’d glossed over it and kept on going. The strange silence that followed her actual reason for going to Onderon and Dxun, however, was met with silence.
Silence from Daryn was not only unusual, but typically not a good sign. Italia had figured this out a while back, so it didn’t really catch her off guard when he just stood there looking at her like she’d grown a second head. Hell, she might have been worried about his mental health had he NOT reacted like he did. She couldn’t help but chuckle, actually, at his reply. With a light bob of her shoulders, Italia sat on the bed once more, looking up at him calmly.
No, ya heard me right…and I hope that’s how it sounded ‘cause that’s what I said.
Settling her hands on her knees, she quirked an eyebrow at him.
So are ya happy with knowin’ now, Daryn, or would you have preferred I kept my mouth shut?
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Post by Vex on Jan 12, 2010 20:45:30 GMT -5
"Italia...you aren't thinking right. Assassination isn't going to do anything good. You start taking them out like that, you cause fear. When you cause fear, they'll band together and look for a cause. How many deaths do you think it will take before they find the common thread? How long until they realize you are focusing on anti-Mandalorian politicals? Two...maybe three? Then they start lowering the hammer. Even if they don't find you...what do you think they will do to your people living here? Someone is going to pay and that price is going to be high. Do you want to help free them, or suppress them more?"
Pushing away from that desk, he moved closer to her...that hand coming up with that spooky fast speed he was capable of, cuffing her upside the head, but lightly. "I'm going to watch your back, Lia. We're going to take care of that sithspawn Ixor...then we'll deal with this idiot plan you've got. There's a better way...a way that doesn't make you something you aren't or run the risk of causing punishment to others."
"And no, I wouldn't rather oyou keep silent. This here is a partnership, doll. We need to talk and work together. I'd rather you be honest...that way we can figure things out and make sure what happens happens the best way."
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Jan 12, 2010 22:40:49 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jan 12, 2010 22:40:49 GMT -5
She stood silently as he spoke his mind in no uncertain terms. She’d stayed perfectly still as Daryn had told her just how stupid her plan was…and in some aspects she agreed…but she wasn’t looking to do more than she had to. There was still going to be a lot of planning before she even set sights on the first target, not to mention she was going to have to meet up with Itani eventually. Even when he approached her and cuffed her upside the head Italia was still, not bothering to even attempt to deflect the blow. She’d guessed he was up to something from the moment he’d stepped away from the desk. One hand came up to rub the side of her head for a moment before running her fingers through her hair allowing him to finish.
Daryn, I’m not about ta go off right away an’ start killin’ anyone who holds anti-mandalorian sentiments. There’s still a lot of plannin’ ta do, and information ta gather. I do agree though, we have ta take care of the dar’manda first.
With that she tilted her head and gazed at him for a long moment before shaking her head and sighing as if she didn’t know what to make of the thoughts that had been running through her mind.
We should see ta the Ante. C’mon an’ let’s figure out what needs doin’.
With that she stepped around him and out the door into the hall, her movements in that blue armor still surprisingly easy and flowing despite her injuries from Shogun and the day before.
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Mar 29, 2010 19:51:43 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Mar 29, 2010 19:51:43 GMT -5
As they'd worked, running through diagnostics and visually inspecting the damage his ship had taken during that rough orbital entry. The delicate sensor nodules from that custom sensor suite were fried...melted down and twisted. He'd have to have them replaced and there was no way that he was going to be able to get it done here. He wasn't even going to attempt it. He remembered all too vividly all the rewiring he'd done on the Ghost Star during his initial run with Italia and her one-time mando-candy boyfriend. That had been a horror back then and it wasn't even his own ship. There was no way he was letting one of those space-case warrior blockheads get a single paw onto his ship.
Other than the damage of that suite, she'd survived it fairly well. Armor plating along the front was going to have to be replaced and the heat had managed to overload some of the shield buffers, so he'd need new ones. Until that took place, he wasn't looking at more than 50% power to the forward shield array. Given the fact that he preferred bark over bite, he needed all of the protection he could get. The armor he could get here easily enough, but those emitters had been custom work too. If he tried to stick just any old replacements in there, he'd have power fluctuations over the entire array and make it possible for a power failure in the system at an inopportune time. With 'inopportune' equating to 'when you need them to keep from being obliterated', he wasn't apt to take chances.
Finally, sighing, he'd leaned back in that captain's chair and looked over at her. He'd taken her down into the depths of his ship and along the maintenance tunnels that ran near the front. There had been residual damage from the overload that had managed to jump past the breakers that should have prevented it. Despite how clean he tried to keep the ship, that damage had caused soot from minor electrical fires, meaning both of them were streaked with it. He shook his head at her. “Ain’t no frelling way I’ll be able to get her patched up proper here, Lia. These parts aren’t just something you can take out of any old stock hunk of space junk. Even if your boys here had the parts, I know they don’t have the know-how to get everything rigged up proper and make sure it’s right…and I don’t have the time to be sitting with them every step of the way to make sure it is. As it is, she’s half-blind and halfway to naked against anything nasty coming at us. Not to mention the faults that got thrown into the system thanks to the breaker system failing to contain the damage. Something, I might add…that was worked on while I was on Concord Dawn.”
He didn’t mean anything vicious by it, but he was rather particular when it came to his ship…and that failure of a critical system that had been worked on by Mando engineers had soured him to their workmanship on delicate tasks. Shrugging slightly, he’d look at her. “I could probably get the parts in Onderon. I can pull some strings and, even if there’s none there, I can get them shipped in quick. I’ll pay a premium, but it beats limping around the gorram Verse. Given my luck, I’d wind up hypering out into the middle of a pack of pirates or the bloody ship will decide it doesn’t want to come out of the slip at all and I go flying into some gravity mass. Given a choice, I’d rather die in bed, in the throes of passion, with you on top…if you don’t mind.”
He’d give her a salacious wink at that one.
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