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Post by kharivestra on May 9, 2011 19:28:54 GMT -5
She arched a brow, remaining aloof for the time being, content to let him believe she considered herself above such things. It was all part of the act and he'd hopefully get that.
"Yes, I suppose you're right....which is precisely why I did it, who would suspect I would stoop so low?" A wink of acknowledgement was all it needed to seal that sentiment, because they both knew that the class thing had never been the barrier between them, rather what others had considered of it, their jaded views would be the problem. Their loss was her gain.
Asking how he could help only made her chuckle more sinisterly, which was sure to unsettle him at such close proximity and with many sets of towels laying around too...to his detriment be it then.
"I can think of many ways you could help, but they don't have anything to do with the Colonel. But you wouldn't like them so in my head they stay." Smirking triumphantly, she continued to dry off, keeping half an eye on where he was, lest he got the urge to retalliate now for earlier.
Khari stiffened, then straightened from drying off one leg, indignantly frowning at him for his troubles. "And what, exactly, is wrong with Kuati style? We are some of the best styled people in the core for your information and I don't see Anaxes making the list!"
Pivoting on one foot, and tearing a squeak from the tiled floor with her planted foot as she did so, she extended one index finger and poked him in the center of the chest firmly, but not hard enough to cause major discomfort.
"I think your reputation is in far less danger of being marred by wearing whatever was provided, than it would be if I released that interesting little holorecording of your synchronised swimming...the mon cal underwater dancers of Dac have everything to be envious of." The Kuati quipped, eyeing up her chances of being able to whip that towel away from him, he was still clinging very tightly to it.
[/color] he gave a gentle yank. "Give over, we are going to be late, woman."
"Any taking and we might as well go tomorrow and see the Colonel. Let go now and I will help you dry...." all this said while pulling her closer. "it will be fun"[/quote]
When his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back again, thus making her squeak in amused surprise - which in it's self wasn't comely, people like her did not get surprised, did they? - she twisted this way and that for a moment and then finally decided to give up the mock-fight, settling and folding her arms for an imperiously gargantuan sulk...or what he may have taken for one anyway.
"I would pout but that is unbecoming of someone of my class." Khari said, deliberately harking back to his earlier words somewhat sarcastically. "That and we truly are going to be late, you're right..." slowly, she brought one hand up to her chin pensively, appearing to become lost in some thought or another, but it lasted less than a breath before she added, smile fixed firmly in disturbingly innocent place, "Oh..there was one thing. That's is doing anything but making me dry."
Casually, she let the full weight of that sink into his mind, Khari didn't suppose it would take long, but it was just long enough for her to slip from his embrace completely, and cross the room to grab another towel finishing what she had started. Leaving Tress to contemplate what she'd just said, or rather denied him, whilst she exited the room to recover something to wear. Another point to her then.
"Quickly now, we don't have all day...I know how you love to preen yourself."
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Post by tress on May 10, 2011 15:01:17 GMT -5
The wink is what made him narrow his eyes at her. So there was method in her madness, the innocent business woman was more devious than he had first thought. H had a feeling she had been like any other business leader that she had done somethings in her life for the betterment of her career, but now he was learning she might have a killer instinct underneath that sexy exterior.
"Hey, at least give me the option of choosing." he should have been worried about that smirk, but there was a challenge in it, too. So there he was asking for whatever was floating around in her head that he wouldn't like. "Wait, your afraid I might like them and we waste more time? Aren't you? Its not a waste of time if its enjoyable" he glared wanting to know now more than ever.
"Whats wrong with it?" he stood up straighter and it was his time to smirk back at her. "Well for starters, its to flashy." he used his hands to exaggerate places where Kuati concentrated on. His head he formed a point raising both arms over his head. "The hats are bigger the better here." he walks around still the same way. "Oh, look at me I am important cause of the size of me headpiece."
When he settles down and glaces at her again he has to add. "Don't get me started on the flashy colors. Its not form over function here, its look at me I am someone important. Unlike on Anaxes were the person sets the influence, and they do it in something fashionable and functional." he turned his back on her expecting a lash of the towel but looked over his shoulder as he shrugged. "Whatever is there will get me to my ship so i can dress properly."
"HA! No fair using that against me." he laughing.
All he could do was stand there and stare honestly. Blink a few times and tilt his head still not knowing how to take that statement. Clearing his throat, he asks. "Wouldn't do to be late, huh?" but his mind was still on the other part of what she had said. "Come again?" was all he said back, hope in his eyes.
His towel slipped from his fingers in outrageous shock at what she had just said. Of all people it was she that took forever....preening herself. All he did was throw something on and run his fingers threw his hair. It didn't take much to make him look good. "Thats going on the retribution list. That was an outlandish lie on your part. I will have you know it takes little effort on my part to look this dashing." He shook his head sending his hair waving and stood his pose.
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Post by kharivestra on May 10, 2011 16:24:20 GMT -5
It wouldn't matter how much he glared or protested, wild gundarks couldn't have torn that answer from her, if he was going to be all about hurrying them up, then she could hold something back. At least for the meanwhile.
"Be a good boy and I might tell you later." She teased, returning the wink again as if playing a game of smashball.
"And I do stress, might. Don't tip my hand now."
And by tipping her hand he could do almost anything and she may well deny him the information, that was if there actually was any information. Natrually, there was, and he would get to hear it eventually, but not before she'd strung that out a little bit more. He'd put her through enough over the passing few days as part of their 'wager' for her to be allowed this moment of payback.
Disappearing into the other room, she heard him follow shortly behind, while she began picking up items of clothing she had laid out earlier, he continued on his rant about what Kuati preferred to wear. Much to her inner amusement.
Seeing him there doing his impersonation stirred in her both the urge to slap him down for his troubles and fall over laughing uncontrollably. There would be no finding any middle ground there, she couldn't exactly give him the best of both, so she did what she did best, and gave him the truth.
"Actually I think you will find that the bigger the hat the less important you are and, if I am not mistaken, judging by the size of the 'mock hat' you are creating with your arms there, you'd be a telbun." Her tones were cheery, satisfied even, with what she had just pronounced him, but as Tress would have learned by now, she really wasn't done there, making their point was something the Kuati seemed to excel at.
"How apt...come along, what was that term you used before, Telbunny? We don't have time for ameteur theatrics."
When she didn't immediately hear movement, Khari continued to get dressed, self assured smirk painting her facial features the whole time, until she supposed enough time had passed to address his other remarks before he had time to get a word in edgeways. She had never been to Anaxes, but she supposed it was so seldom heard of on the holonet these days because either the reporters were too afraid or too unconcerned to go there. It was one of those places she knew she'd have to see for herself one day, but today wasn't that day.
Nor was tomorrow for that matter, they had a swoop race to get to.
"Well I may not be able to do anything about the colour but I can assure you the style will be up to the minute. I'm sure you can suffer a moments perfection until you are able to make it back to your - " The Kuati had to stifle her own snickering there, what was wrong with her? She sounded like a little slip of a girl again. Coughing to disguise the fact she had been chuckling away there, she carried on "- your pristinely cleaned ship and find something more to your liking. Your clothes should be out in the living area, I told them to drop them off."
Having slipped on something a little more practical than she would usually wear, they were going to be in a medcenter after all, Khari was fixing her hair while trying to stave off the fact he sounded less than enthused about them leaving now, having prompted her to want to throw caution to the wind and say leave it for another day. But that just wouldn't do. Besides, the Colonel wasn't going to be a captive audience forever, she would rather get him while his mind was still fresh and unmired in the troubles of an average days work.
"According to your little pantsless performance a moment ago, ten out of ten for that one by the way, I can do whatever I want my Anaxian telbun. That has a nice ring to it, don't you think? Exotic." Perching on the edge of the bed she waited for him to finish getting ready, impatiently tapping her foot the whole time in an effort to hurry him up, and prove her point further.
Khari blinked, stared, and then was forced to recoil as Tress shook his damp hair out, spraying everything within the immediate vicinity with the excess water he'd managed to soak up with those locks. Surprisngly a large ammount considering it wasn't a long style, but he'd managed to catch her once or twice, making her get up and take a few steps back for covers sake.
"Tress!"
But when she looked up from her water-spattered clothes, still trying to dry them out hurriedly by rubbing at the fabric to little effect, he was standing there in some sort of exaggeratedly heroic pose. How she was supposed to remain angry with that was nobody's business, simply, she wouldn't, no. But she did stalk off into the other room, leaving him alone for only a couple of seconds, barely enough time for him to have noticed she was missing, much less dropped the pose he was in. And she returned with a small bundle of clothes in her arms, which she then thrust outwards towards him, catching him just above his vitals, but low enough that he would have been forced to fold in the middle if caught, just out of instinct alone.
"Downstairs, five minutes, think you can manage that without needing to stop to preen, pose or admire yourself some more?"
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Post by tress on May 10, 2011 18:32:42 GMT -5
What else could he do but almost pout over her ultimatum, but he will be remembering all this for later. He sighed theatrically, "Have it your way then." and went about his business.
Though there was still the idea or idea of what she had meant floating around in his head. He couldn't force her hand, but he could remind at every turn. Keep it in her thoughts and possibly get answers sooner rather than later. He just gave her a wink in the end.
Ah, so she thought she had one over him did she? No, he would prove her wrong it was just a matter of how and in what way. "A telbun?" he goes along playing. "Amateur theatrics?" He turns to look at her directly. "So if we are through with the theatrics we are down to the main event then? If i am telbun, then that means making a donation for the cause. In this case ...." he smirks smugly. " several donations, we might be a day or two late."
He goes off whistling liking this idea more and more. "But the color still bothers me, as it should. Brings attention to them and I don't understand why others here seem to forget telbuns are even present if they are dressed like that......wait, the flashy colors aren't for the telbuns its for the owners?
"Not telbun after all !"
"I told you whenever you want me to take up my duties, just say the word." he had to mention again. "I am greatly looking forward to it in fact. Maybe on this trip we are going on we can take a month or two off and see it it?" And he let her think he was actually liking the idea. They had already spoken before, so he knew there was no risk, but now he was telbun and he would be taking that charge seriously. For emphasis he adds. "Really looking forward to it."
He laughed at her and had his breathe forced out of him when she shoved his clothes at him. That had been close he thought, well he was glad it hadn't happened. The order caused more laughter from him. "Yes, Mistress Vestra. So kind of you to bring your telbun his clothes." and he was left alone.
Looking at his new clothes he put them on the bed and shook out the pants. They we rent so bad, shade of color wasn't something he would have chosen, but they would get him to his own clothes. Slipping them on he hurried or otherwise she would be right and he would be preening over himself. The shirt followed and he left the room while buttoning it. Having grabbed the boots as he walked out.
He found her waiting in the waiting room going over some data pads of reports or something Directors had to go over on their spare time. "How do i look?" he asked sitting down so he can slip into his foot ware. Standing he smiles and looks down at himself. "Now this no one could pull off, no one but a Kuati. I will be glad to have something better to wear at my ship so lets get a move on, Mistress." Still playing his telbun role. To make things more realistic he would walk silently behind her as was expected of him. Be there but not draw attention to ones self or something like that.
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Post by kharivestra on May 10, 2011 19:37:07 GMT -5
"I told you whenever you want me to take up my duties, just say the word." he had to mention again. "I am greatly looking forward to it in fact. Maybe on this trip we are going on we can take a month or two off and see it it?" And he let her think he was actually liking the idea. They had already spoken before, so he knew there was no risk, but now he was telbun and he would be taking that charge seriously. For emphasis he adds. "Really looking forward to it."
"Don't tempt me, you know i'll only say yes and then where will you be?" Had been Khari's last words to him on the small matter of what she had called him, though the trip idea had merit, yet she couldn't get over the feeling that she might have been letting herself in for more than she bargained with that one. But she could hardly refuse, she had, after all, dragged him here to her homeworld without so much as a second thought. Plus she did want to see where he was from, holos were one thing, the experience another.
She had then convened to the lobby, catching up on a few more of the reports and more of the menial tasks of her day to day work, while she waited for Tress to join her. A sigh passed her lips when she realized that Banner and his team hadn't seemed to make any further significant discoveries in the hanger, save for that he still believed that the woman found dead on the hanger floor hadn't been Arri for several good reasons. The autopsy was still being carried out as she read.
Khari fully believed in Banner's hunch, everything about that situation in particular had just seemed staged, and she had yet to hear word back from the Ten on any new information concerning Kaur's accounts. Those had been frozen, but the second anyone tried to access them via the old means, KSF would be notified...as would she as soon as the Kuhlvults heard anything.
Not having heard Tress' approach, the first thing that notified her he was there was when he spoke. Placing down the datapad on the plush seat beside her own, she turned her eyes upon him and cast a critical eye over his attire. It wasn't bad for a spur of the moment job, decent enough fit. Affirmitively she gave a single nod of her head then smiled.
"Stunning as always and not a single purple and red thread in sight. Told you you should have had more faith in us," Khari said appreciatively, he really did look good and she was seriously regretting not taking him up on that earlier offer of being late now. But business before pleasure this time around. "but suit yourself, we will have to speak to Colonel Klask first before you go to your ship , however. Unless you wanted to head over and I meet you there? I'm not certain what he'd find more persuasive, the fact I appear to be working with you, or the fact I am no more under your influence than I am a capering kawakian monkeylizard, will work under my own volition and carry through with my words."
Idly, she pretended to weight this up, palms turned skywards as she gesticulated the act, then nonchalantly shook her head as she rose. They could finally get underway.
"I suppose a decent meal and the news he can take some extended leave with his family might be enough right now. But we shall see....oh and don't call me Mistress."
She had started to make her way towards the door, when she noticed that Tress had fallen out of step with her, not just a tad, but completely. Stopping, she looked back to see if he had dropped something and was simply going back to pick it up.
He wasn't.
No, instead each time she moved a few paces, so did he, but at that distance that was just far enough to say he was respecting her personal space, yet close enough to let others know without a shadow of a doubt that he was with her. With a frown she half turned again to try and catch his gaze, but it was downcast, submissive even...everything he was not.
"Tress, what are you....Tress look up, look at me....what are you doing?" The Kuati hissed a harsh whisper, harsh enough to carry as now people close by were starting to look - wonderful.
Khari gestured for him to come closer with the crook of one hand, but he didn't seem to be having any of it. He was enjoying this, she realised. And why shouldn't he, she'd made fun of him. Well she would see who had the last laugh when he got to his ship.
At the moment her need outwieghed the one to see the look on his face, however.
"Stop that or so help me..." She was forced to stop that sentence before she could finish it, as an acquaintence of her's passed, smiled warmly at her and she returned that smile in kind. Expression souring when she looked back at him rather sullenly. No no no, he wasn't embarrassing her this time.
Taking the initiative she walked over to him, slipping her arm to interlink with her own, except snagging the grip rather tight, and attempting to pull him towards the doors.
"Do you really want to give people something to talk about?"
How they had made it out of there, she would never fully know. But the second they were out on the main concourse, their transport was waiting for them as ordered. The short journey to the medcenter would pass uneventfully, there wasn't much they could get up to in relative public anyway. But if Tress kept up his antics, like she knew he might, he would find the sobering consequences of those antics far less amusing than the act it's self. So far as the public knew, he was simply a liason, nothing more and nothing less, but that act back there could have raised more than the cursory eyebrow. When they reached the other end, Khari felt more tired than when she had gone to bed the following evening, something about all this just seemed to age her inwardly. The bottom line was, it needed to be done.
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Post by tress on May 11, 2011 3:20:24 GMT -5
"Well, saddled with being a true telbun for sure." was said as he started to think of all the things that could happen. "Possibly even the father of thirteen kids...." With that she would know he mocking her still. Besides it was still to early for such things, they were still getting to know each other and seeing where they stood.
"What do you mean working with me? As opposed to what? Working against each other?" he didnt know what she had meant by that one. Was he being to overbearing now? "Is he under the impression I am trying to control you now?" Or was it something more. He had been trying to work with her, support her, and even going so far as to take the blame over such matters that can be damaging to her career.
"whatever, yes, we can go visit Colonel Stuffy Pants first."
He nodded and followed her out the rooms and silently walked with people around. Moody now he gets lost in thought as he walks behind her as he had intended. Just as he had seen many a telbun do while he had been a guest there on Kuat. Though it was more thinking of what she had said earlier, he was questioning his actions now.
Well that passed by quickly as he shifted gears, fun was the name of the game and now was the perfect time. He mind cleared he watched her his gaze downcast as she noticed what he was doing. When she stopped he did, keeping that distance but being there right with her.
She was making a scene not him, he was just acting out in his new role. Wasn't he doing it right? Still to close? He takes a step back. When she asked to look at her he did it without question, and even throw in a mocking wink.
"I am a claimed Telbun so i act as one." She even beckoned him closer which he wasn't having any of. No emotion showing other than his eyes, he was having fun. Safe fun with her and she was the one making a scene. He would have to make fun of her later for it, he was innocent on that one.
"Yes? Go on, Mistress how can i service..err, serve you?" he had to force out with the uncomfortable grip she had on him.
The look in his eye said he could do alot worse if she wanted people to talk, but he stayed quiet and even walked with her. "I wish i had my remote right now. It would sure come in handy.."
He finds himself sitting next to her, and she was off on a stromp herself. "Before you say anything you started it." he even looked over with a challenging glare. "Say i am acting like a child and you will regret it. It was you after all that made a scene, I was perfectly fine doing my solemn duty as a newly minted telbunny of the first tier." all said mockingly. Still looking at her he saw her looking forward and sighed.
"Silent treatment? Oh, come on you can do better than that...."
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Post by kharivestra on May 11, 2011 6:12:25 GMT -5
And he said she read too much into things? Khari thought tiredly, he was barking up the wrong tree entirely. It wasn't a case of what Klask alone would think, she highly suspected he had his own suspicions about just how involved she was with Tress. But if one man was able to spot it, then so too would a lot of people and she didn't want anyone having any leverage over either of them, she was protecting them both from the fallout. As she, herself, knew, the Kuati media was often just as cutthroat as the Ten, they'd be onto them quicker than a wookiee up a worshyrr tree.
But there was Tress, sulking - if it became an issue she would explain herself, but he really did have the wrong idea about her intentions.
The games had commenced once again, though.
"You would really do that, allow yourself to be claimed as one? Because I know some very spritely older ladies who would just love to hear that." Khari slipped an arm around him, taking a quick look around to see if anyone was watching, then goosing him there in the middle of the shuttle landing ramp for emphasis. Idly she wondered if he'd learned his lesson on that one? He'd successfully managed to irritate Anara into disliking him, at least for a little while, she was easy to offend if you knew how. Tress appeared to be an expert in discovering how and that was no mean feat. Another reason to love him then. "Imagine it, Tress, an abject fear every time you weren't sitting down...the horror." The kuati added mock-seriously, schooling her expression into a dramatic picture of suffering and dread.
"No, I couldn't do that, I'm many things but I am not that cruel."
Khari chuckled darkly, her shoulders bobbing up and down in time with her laughter,
"What, right here?" She asked, brow cocked a tad, curious. Then she continued.
"Oh I bet you do, don't worry I put that remote in a very safe place after recovering it from your doctor friend. I think i'll keep ahold of that for the meantime. Wouldn't want to suffer further occular discomfort in the presence of Colonel Stuffy Pants now would I? He has seen enough action for one lifetime without witnessing that." Slyly she glared at him from the corners of her eyes, warning that she hadn't forgotten about all that at all, but knowing that he was about to be more surprised than he had been in his entire life. Just how he would take the surprise was dependent on him, but it wasn't as if it was unsalvagable.
She had started it? Was he suddenly suffering from selective memory syndrome. He had started it with his little impressional back there. No, she was not speaking, she would not rise to that because she was above and beyond that sort of behavior...so she liked to think. The urge to butt in, though, was almost overwelming.
Sitting up straight the entire time, she would pretent she hadn't heard what he was saying, and this continued throughout the journey, reaching the medcenter before he had finally uttered those last words.
Khari couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I already have, but we are getting to that." Gesturing toward the medcenter, she walked bruskly down the landing ramp of the private shuttle, across the bay towards the doors. Trusting Tress to follow, beside her this time, Khari gestured towards the doors when they were almost upon the threshold. "Shall we?"
Slipping inside, the doors swooshing to either side of them, the overpowering scent of sterile surfaces and their cleaners filled her nose with it's potent bouquet of smells. She had always hated these places, so sterile and bland, and 2-1b droids too...she had a particular dislike for them, something about how woefully sad they looked that was less comforting and more disturbing to her.
Making her way to the reception desk, she placed both hands down, clasped atop the high counter and peered over at the receptionist. Busy with her work, it took more than the usual moment for the woman to look up at her, starting when she saw someone was standing there, though she had no idea who.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
Khari nodded, "Yes, we're here to see Colonel Klask?"
The other woman punched a few details into the console before her and paused, without looking up she asked them a question more.
"Are you a relative? He has specifically requested not to be disturbed by anyone other than family and reports from a Captain Banner?"
Khari sighed, patience wasn't one of her virtues, "No relation, no. But you can comm through and tell him Khari Vestra wishes to speak with him, I would rather like to do away with the protocol here for a second and simply get on with my day, if it is all the same with you."
The receptionist looked up then, pupils dilating slightly as the thought dawned on her she only knew of one person with that name. Reputations it seemed did count for something.
"CEO Vestra?" She asked...as if there was another - Anara aside.
Khari smiled thinly and nodded a couple of times, a notable air of sarcasm about her.
"Apologies, I was not informed you would be visiting..."
"Nobody was. Now, where is he? This is rather urgent." Khari responded flatly.
"Ward C, M'lady. Straight down that corridoor, he should be in room 32G, he was transferred to recovery."
Tapping both hands flat against the counter top, Khari's mood seemed almost boeyant again as she swung away from the reception desk and made for the corridoor she had been directed to.
"Very good."
While they made their way towards Klask's room, she thought it an appropriate time to explain what she had meant earlier. Get it out the way while things were still fresh in her mind.
"I don't know what the Colonel's impressions of you are, save for the ones pertaining to your name. He's an old class of Kuati, has good reason to be suspicious and if you are seen to be fraternizing a little too much around him with me, he will draw conclusions. My concern comes from whether or not he believes that you have some considerable influence over me, if he can deduce that conclusion from all this, my enemies will take that and run with it. I don't want you caught up in a game of Kuati politics, is that so bad? You spoke of wanting to protect me from others, is it not natural for me to do likewise for you?" She wondered if this had anything to do with the non matriarchal society on Anaxes, here, women were the ones who ruled households, excelled, while few men could be offered so much as the opportunity to attain such vaulted positions. That wasn't to say it didn't happen, it did, but it was considerable rarer than a female taking up place as the considerable bread winner.
How would he react to a world such as Hapes, then, where such practices were even more strict?
"I care about your safety, every bit as much as you care for mine. You must trust me when I say I know what the people here are like, what they are capable of when they believe they are onto something that could be used to their advantage. Now...let us go and broker an agreement with Colonel Stuffy Pants."
Now directly outside the door, she depressed the touch panel at the side of the frame and the door slid aside. Stepping in, she found Klask sitting up in bed, watching a vidscreen across the way, though she wasn't really focussed on what he was watching.
"Colonel, I trust you're feeling better than when I last saw you?"
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Post by Heg'zi A Klask on May 11, 2011 12:06:13 GMT -5
Banner should have been back several hours ago, it was unlike him to tarry, so obviously one of those ever-occurring emergencies had popped up delaying him. With nothing left to do he turned back on the vidscreen and idly flipped through the stations until it was occupied with the normal droning talking heads he never paid attention to anyhow.
He was not sure if he had dosed off or not but the click and whir of the door to his room opening brought him back to his senses in an instant, and his hand gripped the blaster and pointed it towards the door, while keeping it below the sheet.
His was a bit surprised who entered, he had not expected a personal visit. He slipped the blaster back under his thigh.
"Well this is a surprise, Hello to you Lady Vestra. Yes, I am feeling much better, thank you. It is good to see that you got out of there without a scratch..."
He was about to ask about the Senator, but thought better of it, He had heard the nurses talking about the Senator's escapades and his flight to "freedom", and new the man was at least physically well... or as one nurse had put it "excellent."
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Post by tress on May 11, 2011 16:16:08 GMT -5
Lost in thought about that remote and the bizarre times it brought to them, he tries to remember where he got it from. Would need a steady reserve of them coming into his possession for the future. Maybe something else out there that was new on the market that didn't mess with implants.
He also thought of them. Of what they had gone through to get where they were. One telbun died out of greed and disposed of properly. One love he thought he'd never find in her. Finding out everyday just that bit more of the ease it would be just to spend his life at her side. That was shocking sometimes. He would continue to go forth as they have been, hoping every second of the day he didn't mess things up with her.
Snapping out of he looks at her sensing she was talking to him, all he could do was nod and follow her. Inside all things he remembered from his earlier stay, just your everyday Med ward equipment and personnel. He did recognize a few faces, which he quietly carried on looking around trying not to be noticed.
Khari speaking to the receptionist, had him just standing there listening. This was fun in its way. The way Khari tried to get in without attention to them. Finally, the look on the face of the receptionist when she finds out Khari is actually CEO of the KDY Shipyards.
He had to step forward and add, "I'm Senator Odak-Zann here for my checkup...." When Khari started to walk away he smiled at the receptionist and shrugged. "Maybe some other time, then?" he gave her a quick wave and hurried after Khari.
At her side he has to ask just to make sure. "You still angry about the Telbun stunt?" He could have pushed things to far, but he felt it was more than that to her. Their relationship was still sort of secret between everyone that mattered. So much as it was a little known detail, they were safe from others coming after them. He understood that, didn't contest that, but sooner or later someone would find out. So he wanted it to be them that shed light on what was happening between them.
"I know you do, Khari, never doubted that from you." which he hadnt, he knew in little ways she cared for him. The stunts he pulled would have sent a rift between him and anyone else. Though there was something else, the feeling of playing things by someone elses rules that got to him. Was he afraid of the TEN? Not for himself, for her yes. They had power or to some degree over her, not him. "Sooner or later we will have to strike at them first, you do know that right? Why give them the idea we or you are weak. These Kuhlvult's they are in a position to be corrupted and now is the prefect opportunity to get someone on our side." he told her all this making sure they we rent heard, just in case, but he did stop her wanting to make a point. "Its either us that comes out with things or they use it for their own benefit. Threaten the Kuhlvult family with social and business ruin, we need them on your side. Out rule the Council of TEN, don't fight them all."
When they moved on, it was to enter the Colonels room. She went in first and he waited for a few before following her in.
"I'm OK, too" said from where he was by the door. He hadn't entered just yet, just waited to see if he was needed or if he was going to be sent outside while they spoke. "In case you were wondering, that is?" He looked at Khari and then back at the Colonel. Now lets see what would happen now.
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Post by kharivestra on May 11, 2011 17:24:47 GMT -5
He was on the right tracks, the same one's she had been on days before this one, when Banner had handed her the data chips containing several months worth of research that Kaur of Kuhlvult had been conducting on her without her say so or knowledge. Khari had taken the time Tress was recovering in the medcenter, to review some of that research, to say it was incriminating might have been a stretch, she had covered her tracks well of course, but there were one or two little facts that unsettled her. And whether or not the entire Kuhlvult household knew about them. She would share that information with Tress, but they needed to discuss a few things prior to him being hit with the full whack.
"It has been on my mind, fear not. The ruling households of Kuat have fought amongst themselves for centuries, this is not an uncommon state and naturally each and every one of them outside the bloodline that currently holds power over KDY is going to oppose me in some fashion. To vie for this is wanting what is best, it is what I would do, what I did do. I expect no less from them. But that does not mean I won't keep my eyes and ears wide open, and a good piece of body armour at my back too."
Khari reached out, gently squeezing his hand before letting her grip slip and hand fall to her side as one of the medical staff approached and passed without incident. This was going to be difficult and it pained her to do it, but for now it was necessary.
"I won't miss the opportunity to silence the Kuhlvults for a while, I have in my possession something that could prove very incriminating against them. And, I have every intention of making it known that I won't hesitate to bring it to light if their innane protests do not stop."
The rest was going to have to wait, now they were entering the Colonel's room, she couldn't help but notice how surprised he did look to see her there. Not a hint of dread this time, which was always good, things would go a lot smoother if he wasn't already expecting hostilities.
Khari smiled genuinely enough, belaying a knowing chuckle, he was right, she had been one of the fortunate, not least of all when she had been forced to throw herself and Tress against the deck of that hanger. The bruises had begun to fade but it wasn't anything that was going to leave a permenant blemish.
"Just cuts and bruises, rendered, the bacta strips cleared those up in a matter of days, thank you for your concern." She replied, inclining her head an inch, acknowleding that in thought as well as voice.
Glancing back over by the door, she couldn't help but feel a slight grimace when Tress had responded with humerous sarcasm. Oh she wanted to laugh, it was quite amusing, and obvious to her at least, that Klask trusted the Senator only so far, just how far remained to be seen.
She could either respond with sarcasm of her own, which was hardly professional, or defuse the situation before it began.
"Yes indeed, and speaking of being ok, I hear that you are scheduled to be allowed leave in the next couple of days. And it got me thinking. Were you planning on returning to your duties immediately? Extended leave can be arranged, in fact, I was rather hoping you might have the time to listen to a little...offer of sorts?"
Looking around the room, her eyes finally settled on what she was looking for, a simple low-backed seat, and she pulled it up a small distance from the Colonel's bedside, then settled in it, graceful as ever, making herself comfortable - she wasn't planning on staying long but Klask didn't need to know that.
Let him wonder, she thought inwardly, it was the unknown that pushed him into this corner in the first place.
"But where are my manners? Senator Odak-Zann informed me how terrible the food was here, and while I couldn't offer the option to him out of ignorance alone, I can extend it to you, you did after all put your life on the line. I took the liberty of getting in contact with one of the fine food establishments nearby, they've agreed to send you whatever you request from them for the remaining duration of their stay. That's on me by the way, so do feel free to make the most of it."
A small frown crept across her features then, wondering why Tress was still lingering there in the doorway. Beckonning him in, she tossed a hand gesture to the other spare seat, and bid him pull it up beside her own.
"At the same time, if there is anything you desparately need, don't hesitate to ask." Said Khari, simply ticking off the niceties. A sage, gruff old man like Klask would see right through that of course, it would have been an insult to his intelligence if she had thought otherwise. But some appearances needed to be upheld.
Unclasping her hands, she settled each one, palm down, against the knee she had neatly crossed over the other, and chose her words carefully. The last thing they needed was him dying on them there and then...and then again, if they could make it look like it had been a direct result of the attack on the array, maybe that would work to their advantage. No...that erred on the side of the ridiculous, this was much more plausible.
"My liason and I have been intensely...well, liasing for the past few days while you were recovering and we came to some interesting conclusions that could be beneficial to all. But first I must ask, exactly what do you remember, concerning the events of the past few weeks? Recount it in summary if you are able." Khari leaned forward, interested now, in exactly what he would say, not to mention do. This was all leading somewhere, they all knew it. But some things were necessary to reach the correct end.
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Post by Heg'zi A Klask on May 11, 2011 22:03:39 GMT -5
Hospital conditions, lighting, and the absolutely wonderful colors chosen for linens and patient attire, undid every attempt of the man to try and look dignified and professional. It was also fairly clear that he was also not fully recovered for there was still a lack of vitality to his eyes, and his skin still looked deathly pale compared to how he looked the last she saw him. Even when he spoke, his words were the same, the tone was almost as before, but there was less edge, and certainly less volume to it.
It seemingly did not reassure the man much, and he looked even more tired. "My apologies on that, I'm still trying to sort out what happened..." tapping the side of his head, "Banner has said there have been hundreds of inquiries coming in, but until I am out of here and can get to a secure area, I will not risk reviewing any information. I had no indication that there would have been this level of..." He lets the sentence end unsaid. The hospital was too public of a place, even if he was in a "secure" wing, those that would have been in on this, this place might as well be their own living-rooms.
Klask leans forward as far as he can to try and see around the corner, then looks over to Khari in a questioning glance.
"Good day to you Senator, I had heard you recovered and had... discharged yourself, I am glad to hear of it and am honored you came to look in on me.
The corners of his mouth actually take a slight upturn after he speaks to Tress, he had been looking at Khari the entire time he spoke. It was pretty clear the old man found it amusing, and as such let Khari know it, but he said nothing out loud to suggest anything but the proper decorum. He had meant what he said to Khari in their meeting prior to the fateful events; she had a job, and he had a job, and as a Colonel it was not up to him to decide the politics/bedfellows policy of the CEO.
"Yes, or so I have been told... It is the seemingly endless period of them deciding exactly when at this point. As to resuming my full duties when I am released, I cannot say, though I am sure the doctors will have their own set of directives for me... He openly chuckles, ending in a little cough and him laying a hand across his chest and wincing for a moment. He takes a breath before answering. "If you have an assignment in mind for me, provided it is not something I am unlikely to be able to accomplish as I finish healing... Well, you are the CEO and I am a Colonel, or at least I think I am... I do hope this is not the enjoy retired life speech."
That totally took him aback, a look of relief crosses his face, and it is such a base emotion he makes no attempts to hide it. If it is because he is used to a much finer course of fare, or if the food here truly is that hideous, is not apparent. However his untouched remnants of his previous meal had still not been collected; and are there daring anyone to sample them. Klask looks over to the doorway, or as close to it as he can see to see if Tress walks in when she motions to him.
Klask's eyebrow nearly achieves orbit and he gives her a look, and then he rolls his eyes wide around the room as if he was searching for something then focus back on her, his look steady. He's not as subtle and focused in the Kuati non-verbal communication skills as he was at the last meeting, but it might be because he was still hooked up to a machine that was medicating him against the lingering pain.
He nods and once again his eyes move around the room as if looking for something, before they return to Khari and he considers it a moment more.
"Aside from the bloody menace of that force wielding warlord and people either his direct allies or enemies? I am not exactly sure what portion of that debacle you want or the whole thing? Everything prior to our last meeting you already have my offical report on, and the subsequent incident... I can recount for you, but your memory of it would be more complete than mine. That getting shot thing made me miss the ending, though that reminds me of something, but it can wait.
A brief summary... Kage Dooku came here, likely under some false pretenses, and launched an attack. If this was the result of some plan or affliction within himself, or if it was one of his past enemies chose this moment to provoke him, I can only speculate. But whatever his reason he attacked us... Kuat, and we had to take action against him and his forces. We do not have a ready means to deal with Force users, though apparently the RGE does... He is not sure how to proceed on that one, she is here, Banner had not said anything, and no one had come to haul him off to a detention facility, at least not yet. And he had no clue what yet to say about the issue with Arri, the ship and the Falleen. That had been something in progress determining how to handle when they had all run to the hanger, it was something he was not comfortable talking about here where anyone could be listening. It would not be bad only for him, but could hurt her; and he had no indication what information she had already put out or questions she had answered, it was not something that was on the news for certain.
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Post by tress on May 12, 2011 16:24:49 GMT -5
He listened in on things, trying not to disturb the proceedings between the two of them. He was just here for moral support or something. Why was he here for? He nods politely, but is thinking 'Don't feel to honored Colonel Stuffy Pants, I didn't come to see you, we're here for business.'
At the hand gesture from Khari he smirked, and wanted to woggle his eyebrows, but it wasn't the time or place. So he just went along with it and pulled up a chair and sat beside her.
"the food is terrible, almost as if they were trying to poison you..." he made a face and grabbed at his neck gagging. Then as if nothing he sits up straight again and appears bored looking at his nails.
Though he did like the uncertainty coming from him about bring retired or not. Could be his usefulness was over and he sensed the end coming. Just the thought alone wanted to make Tress smile, but he just kept hearing and looking back at Khari as she spoke.
The rest had some possibilities, the Colonels report on things that happened. The Kage attacking, was one of them, there couldn't be that much evidence of others starting anything first. That was usually the tactic some used to place the blame elsewhere. That was taken care of, so on to other things. The rest showed Kuat just defending itself against a hostile group bent on attacking to the last man. The damages were still evident to this day as repairs were still being done to much of the Array.
He liked where this was going and he sent a look at Khari, then at the Colonel.
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Post by kharivestra on May 12, 2011 17:35:44 GMT -5
She had waited for Tress to get settled down beside her before she continued, nodding sagely in all the right places, she was listening, just filtering out the chaff from the useful little items of information that could be used in the turnabout.
"Of course not, I second your decision in choosing not to. I have been over most of the reports that Banner passed on myself, along with the intel you provided me with, it makes for an interesting conglomaration." She said, picking her words carefully, "For the obvious reasons I shall not go into detail here, but you will certainly be making some interesting little connections yourself. I would be intrigued to see where those lead you."
You could only get so far on ambiguity, putting what she wished to say nicely was one thing, making it clear and keeping it concealed from anyone who might attempt to listen in via various means, another.
"Quite..."
Tress was a little less than subtle with his comment, but she didn't correct him. What she had left to say would surely unsettle Klask just as much, a subtle reminder.
"I never had an issue myself, but the option is there if you wish to use it, by all means go on eating whatever these people designate you. And it wouldn't hurt to have a few of your personal effects returned to you, I wouldn't want you blending in with the decor, we have had far too much of that for one lifetime, don't you think?"
Khari could almost feel Tress' amusement at that comment of retirement radiating off of him. The subtle changes were never the signs with him you needed to observe, he was too mired in ways she really shouldn't have been accustomed to for that, it proved quite useful if used at the correct time. Especially when others knew not how to preempt it.
Bringing both her hands together in a gentle, single clap, she nodded, "Yes, that is exactly what I have for you. Though I would rather the exact details weren't publicised here, I will take into account your state of wellbeing, naturally."
Perhaps it was out of general annoyance regarding the man's imperial entanglements, possibly sadism in it's mildest form, but she had deliberately left out just which of the two scenarios she was referring. Retirement, or an Assignment.
Time to put him out of his misery then.
"An assignment, that is, unless you were planning on surprising us all and petitioning early retirement? I rather hope not, I have gone to some efforts to see you were taken very good care of here." The Kuati woman need not have said why, he would know there was something afoot, known it since the second she walked in the room, his fate had been dangling somewhat precariously over a precipice, one word from her and he could have been sent plummeting. He must have realised she would come calling one day, asking him for what would seem on the outset to be a small favour. His reputation wasn't the only thing on the line, she'd made no secret of letting him know earlier, that she knew very well that he'd sent his family packing for a while. He was concerned, and that was a useful tool.
"Don't let that concern you just yet, do go on."
Keeping her attention riveted on Klask, she nodded along with him, his account of things was pretty much as she remembered it, leaning more towards the truth of the matter than not. His views would be seen as biased, as would her's, but the more people that began to recount this event the bigger their case against the grey Jedi Kage would become, would draw the attention of others, eventually the media if they made a fuss.
When he was done with his recounting, Khari had appeared to become lost in the facts to the point where it took a moment for her to regain her focus and respond. When she did, her gaze was brighter than ever, she'd gotten what she'd wanted.
"I don't know how aware of the sway of things on world you are at the moment, but I need not explain that the Ten are launching a full inquiry into this catastrophe, this you know. I will be in attendance within the next few days, for as long as it takes to properly ascertain the full scale of things. While outsiders are, by tradition, disallowed to such gatherings, I know they will appreciate an eyewitness account of events, one from a person such as yourself. I was hoping I could count on your silence where the media are concerned for the time being - we don't want to cause a panic -, and delivering that report to me prior to my leaving. It really would be worth your while." And your life, the added as a mental afterthought, the inflection in her voice letting him know all he needed to for the time being. The rest he would learn when the setting wasn't quite so public, risky.
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Post by Heg'zi A Klask on May 13, 2011 17:39:42 GMT -5
Klask nods at Tress's assessment of the food here.
"I will be ordering something decent when we conclude, thank you for your generosity."
"No, I had not heard any definitive news. I would be more than happy to be ready to answer questions to the Ten. As I mentioned, I do not have the materials here with me to review, but if at least a pair of normal pants can be wrangled up, we could head elsewhere were I can submit the proper reports, I had not meant to be diligent on that front."
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Post by El Supremo on May 13, 2011 17:44:28 GMT -5
Khari's secure com tones indicating a message from corporate, it is encrypted and concerns recent enemies of Kuat being spotted in the Corellian system.
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Post by kharivestra on May 14, 2011 17:12:13 GMT -5
She smiled pleasantly enough, though it was a little confusing why he hadn't had any of his personal belongings brought here to him, she supposed that if his family were still on ther extended 'vacation' that he wouldn't be able to call on too many people for the little things. Again though, that request was no problem at all.
"I will put in that request on my way out, We were actually heading elsewhere first. But that gives you plenty of time to collect everything you need to, get everythin in order and we can reconvene in my office say, late this afternoon?" It was her thinking that she, too, had some things she needed to think over before pitching this one to Klask. He'd actually given an account that was verging on the side she intended to ask him to bias himself, not only a stroke of luck but it would make things run a whole lot more smoothly when she presented his recounting to the Ten in a couple of days time.
Turning her head towards Tress, she seemed brighter than ever, this stroke of good fortune putting her in an expediently good mood. But there was still one nasty little thing she had to do...and that was confess what she had done to Tress' ship. Khari had decided that her confession wasn't going to be so much a verbal one, as it would be showing him the evidence. Thousands of excuses had filtered through her mind over the past few days, and all of them sounded remarkably eccentric and totally implausible. Vandals had been one, artistically tallented vandals with an eye for precise detail...
No, best show him the truth, he'd been trying to get on her case all day, now it was payback time.
"Harking back to pants, I believe you wanted to collect some of your belongings from your ship before we travel down to the hanger to acquire the rest of the reports?" Gaze full of controlled mirth, she slid a look to the Colonel then, addressing him next, "Our finery is considered too flashy for Senator Odak-Zann, I keep telling him he will blend in a lot better, but there's no pleasing some people."
A sudden high pitched beeping tore her attention away from the mild snark and to the datapad she often carried with her. Holding it at an angle where she could read the display message, the slight quirk of a slender eyebrow was all the reaction she gave as to it's contents. Encrypted, but she recognized the signature enough to know it's origin. So things were on the move then, excelent.
Slipping the device back in her pocket she got up to make a move, giving no outward sign as to what the message had contained, if anything aside from a social message at all.
"If everything is well with you, we should be going."
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Post by tress on May 14, 2011 17:49:54 GMT -5
He looked at his wrist chrono and say it was still not even lunch time. Late afternoon she had said? maybe to give them all time to do what had to be done before the meeting. He knew he still wanted to go to his ship and get a nice change of clothes and out of these Kuati rags he wore, They could have lunch and go over reports and various things he supposed. He was still wondering what was going on. Details on the report show certain things off, and from what he remembered from the hanger before the shoot out.
Lets just say there was things he had trouble piecing together and it was getting him to thinking.
"Yes, I feel out of place in these over styled garments." he had to agree, He looked down at what he wore and grimaced. "Finery?" a snort at that description of what he wore was all she got for it. "Would suit a rutting animal better. The colors alone would attract the attention it wanted in mating season." The comlink beeping coming from her quieted him almost immediately and he turned to look at her.
Standing up after she did he looked at the Colonel and with a quick smile leaned over him and whispers. "I will see you dead, yet." then straightens and slaps him on the back as if nothing had been said. "Get well soon and see you this afternoon, 'Kay?" with that and a cheerful smile, he turned and walked out of the room with Khari.
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Post by Heg'zi A Klask on May 16, 2011 17:31:12 GMT -5
"I will be there, in pants of course." Maybe it was the painkillers, but he could not resist the slight to the Senator.
He watched as she started to head out, and was a bit surprised the Senator stopped by his bed, he was about to thank him for what he did in the hanger...
Coughing after the slap on his back and a new round of chest-pain, Klask gave the Senator a dirty look as he left the room, not able to get his breath enough to give him what-for.
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Post by kharivestra on May 17, 2011 10:47:33 GMT -5
Somewhat taken aback, Khari, now standing, leaned back on her heels a little, trying to take all that in. Which ever way she turned it over in her head, it still sounded the same. At last, with a sigh, she shook her head a couple of times, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before then opening them again.
"What is it with you and rutting animals? I'm really starting to be concerned for the wildlife on world." She commented off handedly, appearing to be serious, though it was far from that, she didn't want an answer in the slightest but she did have to ask. That and his complaints were unfounded in her eyes, what had he expected?
The Kuati woman smiled politely, not quite getting if he was referring to Tress' pantsless charade he'd executed throughout the medcenter and main concourse. It had been spoken of since and news on the array tended to travel fast.
"Definitely advisable, Colonel. I don't think even I could explain that one to your wife." Khari said plaintively, turning to make good her leave. She never heard what Tress had added, though she did notice him linger long enough to give the old man a strong pat on the back, which consequentially gave him a coughing fit.
Frowning at the Senator making his way out with her, she leaned closer to him to utter a few words in muted tone "What was that all about?"
Meandering their way out into the corridoors, Khari's thoughts turned to that encrypted message she had been sent, the origin was somewhere on Corellia, or rather where she had expected it to be from. A few days prior, she had inquired about the situation there regarding the fraying discord between Corellia, the GA and the Empire. It was looking more and more like war was going to break out eventually, and while that wasn't good for most denizens, it was certainly good for business, especially when you'd had your eyes on a particular prize. She would wait until they reached the transport to give that message the once over. The encryption was standard, but the timing was what interested her. She hadn't been due another report for some time.
Where they were headed was surely going to be to Khari's detriment, though. She had to wonder, or had done over the past few days, how Tress was going to react to her rather large expressionate moment. Expressive in the sense that she had taken out her thirst for revenge and oneupmanship on the one thing he had to his name here. It wasn't irripairable, she would fix the sparkling new paintjob with a more modestly suitable one, but at the time that had seemed like a good idea. And the idea of him showing up anywhere high profile in that...
A nervous giggle bubbled up from her throat and found eagress past her lips. Compared to her relative silence up until now, it would draw his attention for a moment at least. He would be wondering what she found so funny.
It would not take long to get to the hanger from here, so perhaps she should tell him ahead of time?
"Tress?" She said in that high-pitched way she often did when broaching an awkward subject, turning slowly to face him in the seat of the shuttle as he settled next to her, sometime later. "That ship of yours, just how much of a family heirloom was it, exactly?" Her impending grimace was obvious, but she didn't care about that, more his answer.
"I mean, say for instance someone were to, oh I don't know, spruce it up a little, not completely refurbish of course but, just give her a touch of new paint. How would you feel about that?"
Khari had wisely left the interior - stollen interior no less - alone, this was just superficial, but the shock at seeing that much Alderaanian blossom Pink in one space was going to be gargantuan. She was thankfull she had neglected to add the decals too. Those really would have been the venomous icing on the vindictive cake.
Clasping her hands together in her lap to stop her figiting incessantly, she wasn't doing a brilliant job of masking her caution.
"And then, for your consideration, they ohh...accidentally picked the worst colour they could think of for you?"
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Post by tress on May 17, 2011 15:43:18 GMT -5
He looked at both of them and correctly assumed she must have been talking to the Colonel with that one. Why else would be be talking about being there in pants? Maybe he had zoned out somewhere along the line and missed something. They couldn't be talking about him, they wouldn't dare. leaning in toward Khari he whispers, "Was that directed at me or stuffy pants?" He did remember saying something about a rutting something or other, but couldn't remember what he said.
Did humans rut? Could it be classified as that or was it plea....well if didn't matter now, cause the look in her eyes told him it was hm she had been talking about. "That is not funny.....incidently, what do you call the wildlife on the Array?."
As they were leaving he added a...what was it? A joke? A threat? Whatever it was was done and he was walking out with Khari before she asked him what he had said.
Walking beside her for a while in silence he finally just comes out with it. "I threatened to kill him sooner or later" Looking over at her as they sat on their transport finally and wondering what she would say to that. Berate him for it or not stand in his way.
"So what was that in there? One of the TEN contacting you about the meeting?" he wanted to know.
When they landed he was thinking it was fun walking on the array, people from all over...well, species from all over. Lots of things to see and be excited with the person he was walking with. To change the subject he tells her quietly enough for her to her. "If i reach for you hand, will you let me hold it as we walked?" whatever was between them was still a secret, but he wondered about her answer. He heard her giggle and thought she was going to say yes, but she was on to something else.
"Tress?" She said in that high-pitched way she often did when broaching an awkward subject, turning slowly to face him in the seat of the shuttle as he settled next to her, sometime later. "That ship of yours, just how much of a family heirloom was it, exactly?" Her impending grimace was obvious, but she didn't care about that, more his answer.
"I mean, say for instance someone were to, oh I don't know, spruce it up a little, not completely refurbish of course but, just give her a touch of new paint. How would you feel about that?"
"It was Tybers'" he tells her having thought he had told her already about it. "He had his own capital ship, the Merciless, but in his later years he had that one dry docked on Anaxes. Zann Remanufacturing had a transport he liked and had them modify it to his specs for his personal shuttle. Interior designed with old treasures of his Kuat exploits as you know and was given to me on graduating the Anaxes Academy." He was wondering what she was asking for.
He stopped her, "Paint job? What was wrong with the old color?" where was she going with this? I sort of liked the grey neutral color it sported. Though what did it matter anyway it was outside and was just a paint job. He shrugged and they started to move again, this time he didn't let go of her hand and smiled over that.
He wasn't going to like this was he? The skirting the issue. The hints of something about to happen. "Is there something you wish to tell me?" his hand tightened on hers. "That ship is the one thing no one has dared mess with...if you have something to say. Say it now." they were just outside the hanger bay, the bulk head doors still shut. One last time to come clean before he opened them.
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