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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jun 21, 2011 2:13:44 GMT -5
The Force is a powerful tool and an amazing ally. It can do much for those whose power is trained and even for those with little or no training it gives them an edge. Zanear had even coined that term as a catch phrase for himself, The Edge. Here however he stood in the presence of a Master, one who had been immersed in the knowledge and training of the Grey Jedi Order, whose august ranks were no more save the Kage. What knowledge they possessed, what techniques they had uncovered, so soon might they be lost as the last of them stood before him. But truly Zanear did not wish to fight. Fighting was foolish if it only accomplished incarceration. No, escape was his plan here, but again Dooku seemed to come from nowhere and track him down. Corey turns off his saber as he stares at Zanear. “How were you able to fly Selena? What lie did you tell her to aide you to leave KDY? “ Zanear sighed. The security forces were drawing ever closer, his time would be short. Do you have to ask? has she not told you herself? I rescued her from Kuat, plain and simple. They meant to experiment on her you know? I couldn't stand by and let that happen. He sighed again, and shrugged his shoulders as Corey accused him of lying. She wanted to be free, she thought you dead. I asked her to take us here, out of the way. A choice I almost regret. Look Dooku, I'm not here to fight you, actually I had hoped you'd be grateful for getting Selena back. Go, take your ship, walk away and if we meet again then we can test our skills, but now is not the time. At this point he pulled his hands out of his pockets and waved them dramatically. Can't you feel the danger in the Force? There has been and maybe still is another Force Presence on this station! (see Corellia thread) I can sense impending doom, and not from just you or me, but the whole system! Something is very, very wrong here. Please, leave now, before it's too late. Zanear glances once again at the security detail, getting almost to close for comfort. Strike me down if you wish, but I am leaving here, now.And with that he turned his back on Dooku and made his way down the dark corridor. |
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Post by Corey Dooku on Jun 22, 2011 20:55:09 GMT -5
Corey hears Zanear’s words, as he listens to them he begins to place one hand on his face. He slightly shakes his head as he thinks to himself.
(I was so blinded by my anger that I did not even listen to her, he saved her life and all I wanted to do was kill him for it. I am the bigger fool.)
Corey cleared his thoughts as he felt something in the force, something was wrong and they all were in danger. He looks up at Zanear and before he could say a word he turns looking at the upcoming security force. He smiles as they got closer.
Corey looks over his shoulder once more as the security force was almost in reach of him. He placed his saber on his side as he watched Zanear taking off down the dark corridor. He raised his hands using the force to bring the machinery down to making a wall between him and the security force.
Corey himself rushed after Zanear catching up running just behind him.
“That should hold them long enough to put some distance between us and them. Now it seems that I owe you, Zanear. If you and your friend can make it back to my flagship in one piece, I will greatly reward you both for saving Selena for me. I will get Selena and meet you all back on Planet Roon. I will fill you in on the reward once we all get back safe.”
Corey touches his comlink as he continue to run behind Zanear.
“Admiral, we will have two guess coming aboard. Once they are there head home at the best speed possible. I will meet you there once I get my living ship, treat them both better than you would treat me. “
Admiral “Yes Lord Dooku.”
As Corey was touching his comlink, you could hear the Admiral giving orders preparing the ship to launch. Corey nods to Zanear as the corridor splits, using the force he start to make his way back to Selena.
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Post by arri on Jun 23, 2011 16:01:43 GMT -5
Now dressed in what she could only assume was one of the workers ill fitting flightsuits, Arri peered back out into the corridor cautiously. It wasn't the most comely thing she could have picked but it was the only item in that room that looked remotely to be her size, though it was clear that whoever it belonged to had a much larger natural frame than her. Rolling up the sleeves and leg hems seemed to do the trick for the most part, however.
Looking this way then that, the coast seemed to be curiously clear - though now a security warning had been raised, the Kuati suspected that she in particular was the last person they would be looking for. Inocuous as she was, and used to being somewhat invisible, she might have an easier time of things when it came to getting to the hangers and procuring them a means of getting off of this station.
Drawing on a deep lungful of air, somehow she felt as if it would calm her nerves some, she prepared herself for the light footed dash to the turbolift at the end of the long hallway. If she was lucky, she would make it before even the cleaning and maintenance droids - set on a timed rotation - would have time to register she was out there in their path. On the verge of breaking cover, she jolted to a halt even before she had begun, hopping just a few paces in a bid to stop herself stepping over the threshold of her hiding place and into plain sight.
At the end of the corridor she could hear the sound of hurried footsteps, someone breaking into a deadpan run, and heading this way fast. This was it, she thought, the game was up, security were looking for her, had captured that Dooku fellow and maybe even Zanear too! She could stand and fight or she could make a break for it anyway, and hope to the force that whatever shots they fired at her missed their target.
With no weapon to call her own and non existant armour, she didn't fancy her chances of making a stand either. They'd search this entire corridor and all of it's rooms and they'd find her. It wasn't a matter of if, it was when.
That left her one other option...
Pulling herself back, she waited in a crouch, coiled like a spring inside the open doorway that lead out onto the corridor at a flush angle, the oncoming personnel wouldn't have been able to see in there unless they had walked over and stood almost directly opposite. Whoever was approaching was doing so at quite a pace, far quicker than she had anticipated which gave her less of a window of time in which to act. But act she did.
Surging forward, Arri leapt from her hiding place, forcing all of her weight forth into the motion that carried her out into the hall beyond, just as her would be captor was about to reach the door. Driving her shoulder hard into what she hoped was their gut, she sought to send them both sprawling - and in the resulting fracar, steal his or her weapon and stun them with it for good measure. Of course, that idea sounded much better before it was put into practice.
The collision was harder than she expected, but it did send both of them flying, she most of all, and she struggled to hold on in an attempt to bring the other person down with her. It looked, for all intents and purposes, to be a dance of limbs, Arri flailing with one arm in a bid for balance as the other clasped a tight hold on the grease-stained uniform of the other.
Understanding soon hit her almost as hard as she hit the floor, bruised but nonetheless intact. Even before she raised her head to look at who she'd hit, she knew it was him.
"Zanear?!....how...what?!" And then she looked back down the corridoor and saw for herself.
"Time to leave!"
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jun 24, 2011 0:40:37 GMT -5
Zanear hears Corey's words, and feels the change in his Force Presence. It was eerie, yet fascinating. At least now they had a way off the station, and Dooku wouldn't be swing that lightsaber at him for the moment. It was some relief.
Yet still they needed to get off this level and back up to the ships. He wondered breifly how far Arri had gone ahead, and if he could catch her. That thought quickened his steps, and he began to move faster down the hall when he heard the crashing and smashing of equipment, blocking that rear entrance off. Turning his head back at the sound, his danger sense didn't even blip as a shadowy form leapt out and tackled him, bowling him over and getting tangled up in a mass of arms and legs. But he knew that scent, the touch and feel of her body, the skin to skin contact that always fired his desires and excited him, mind, body and soul.
It was Arri.
I want you just as bad, but we are trying to escape here! he said teasingly, standing up and helping her to rise as well. Even in ill-fitting clothes she was radiant, and every bit as desirable even when she was dressed to the nines.
Simply put, he loved her. And always would.
Taking her hand, he moved towards the turbolift she had originally been destined for. Change of plan dear, it seems Corey is now on our side...let's see how long eh?
And with that he moved as quick as he could without dragging her with him, reaching the turbolift and slapping the 'up' button.
Now they would wait. Funny how Chaos could be so fickle.
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Post by Corey Dooku on Jun 24, 2011 4:53:19 GMT -5
As Corey made his way to the end of the Corridor, he looks up and see a opening in the air vent. It was large enough for him and maybe it would lead to another opening on another floor. He used Force Leap and crashed into the opening, he started making his way to the next floor.
Meanwhile on God’s Hand, the Admiral stands looking at the view panel as troops made their way to the landing ramp. One group went to Lord Dooku’s living ship, the Admiral wondered who was Lord Dooku’s visitors are.
Admiral “Start powering up all systems! As soon as Lord Dooku’s visitors get here we have to leave. All section report in once all checks are completed.”
Corey comes an exit in the air vents but he hears voices as he looks down, it was a couple of security force Soldiers. He move back a couple paces then he rushed towards the opening , with the air vent screen in hand. He lands on top of the Soldiers, he leaps up and rush down the corridor making it to another turbolift.
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Post by arri on Jun 25, 2011 7:45:54 GMT -5
Letting him help her to her feet, she stared back at the falleen in a dazed state for a second, barely a heartbeat, while his words sunk in. This was hardly the time for jokes and yet she did laugh, perhaps luck was still on their side after all?
"Mmm, I really need to work on my timing." The blonde responded mock thoughtfully, but listened up. Down the other end of the hallway, movement had caught her eye and it wasn't until the shadow cast by the oncoming person grew to full size that she realized just who was hot on Zanear's heels.
"You didn't lose him?" Squeaked Arri in surprise, even as she was backing away towards the turbolift, they wouldn't have long to get in and activate the mechanism before Corey managed to reach them. But then the Kage did something most perplexing, he'd definitely seen them, they were the only ones standing out here in the open, aside from maintenance droids anyway. Yet rather than lash out or hurry to catch up with them, which would have been the simplest thing in the galaxy to do right now, he pulled the grating free on an overhead air conduit, and disappeared inside it's confines.
Only then did Zanear's other words reach her ears.
"Our side?" She said in disbelief, whirling on her heel so fast her filthy boot heel screeched on the floor, marking it. "Maybe for now, but what about if he goes crazy again? You have to admit, he's unhinged."
More to the point, why were security chasing the Kage to begin with? All questions she supposed Zanear would have asked himself but right now Corey had the one thing they desparately needed: a ship. Beggars couldn't be choosers as the saying went, so it appeared as if Dooku was the necessary for the time being at least.
Hand in the falleen's, she ran with him to her original port of call, catching her breath only when the car shuddered in it's holdings and began to move them up and away from the immediate danger. What they would be facing when they exited, remained to be seen.
Leaning back against the turbolift wall, Arri propped herself up with one leg, knee crooked and foot flat to the wall's surface while she tilted her head to look over at him again. "So where's our new ally going, exactly, do we even have a rendezvous point?" She really didn't know what had gone on in that room, but she hadn't been gone long enough for anyone to have made a infallable plan. Make do, she thought, it won't get any easier from here on out.
The smile that bloomed on her lips had nothing to do with the situation, though. Just looking at him in that state had her chuckling away, he always seemed so...what was the word? She plucked the most appropriate as it entered her head, ah yes, immaculate, when he had been on Kuat. But then she supposed so had she, now she felt like she needed to pass through full decontamination just to be sure she'd get the dirt out. Still she looked cleaner than he did right now.
"You are filthy," Arri laughed amid the words, "I like it." That smile had spread a little broarder, but anything else she could have done or added was cut short when they realized they had reached their destination, the next couple of floors up, and the doors slid wide open into another, brightly lit corridor.
"What now? It won't take them long to get security up here, this area looks residential." Her observation was correct enough, the crew's living quarters were on this level, though she knew not what kind of crew, military, social or otherwise. Perhaps they lumped everyone in together, who could say without knowing for sure. What they wanted to avoid was drawing attention to themselves, there was a good chance that people around here knew their 'neighbours' and two unscrupulously looking newcomers would raise a few eyebrows.
"Maybe we can ditch the outfits? Stage a break in of sorts." She explained, a plan forming in her mind. Avidly, she gestured, vaguely, to the numerical pads at the side of the door, the locks. "These kinds of locking mechanisms are easy to override, I've done it hundreds of times. You do that thing that you do and tell me if there is anyone inside or not, we pick an empty room and we're in, out and home free...I hope." For reasons unbeknownst to her, she rather liked the fact that she was useful for something here, that gave her worth in her mind, though the look he would no doubt give her at her admission of what she'd just explained to him, she felt the need to elaborate a little.
"What, did you think the only thing my master ever used me for was the obvious?"
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Post by Corey Dooku on Jul 2, 2011 22:28:26 GMT -5
Corey stands after he landed on the two security officers, as he looks around he thought to himself it was best to travel on his own than to travel as group. He takes off down the corridor looking another turbo lift. He stops as he looks around an it seems there must be a change in shifts or something was really big was going on. He felt something in the force but he was not sure what it was.
On Corey mind was to make it to Selena and get her back home safe. He was wondering how Zanear was fairing, As the turbo lift starts to move to the up he started to sense her, this must be it. His smile was wide as the turbo lift comes to a halt. He see her on the other side of the bay, he was surprise to see that she was not being guarded but he looks out of the bay doors and now he see why. An explosion had taken place and debris moving towards them, time was not on his side.
Mean while on God’s Hand Bridge, Vice Admiral looks and hits the comlink.
Vice Admiral “Send a team down to meet our guess.”
The engine room calls the bridge
Engine Room “Sir, the ship is ready.”
Vice Admiral “Good, we leave as soon as our guess arrives.”
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jul 17, 2011 15:02:15 GMT -5
(My apologoies for the delay, few of you know why, but it was apparently unavoidable) "Mmm, I really need to work on my timing." The blonde responded mock thoughtfully, but listened up. He grinned at that, her teasing and light-hearted manner in dangerous situations begining to come naturally to her now, since the shock of what had happened at their first such situation had worn off. All part of her charm, he thought to himself. Yes, but we can work on it once we get off this station. It's something I love to work on with you anyways. He tossed her a quick wink then stepped into the now open turbolift. "You didn't lose him?" Squeaked Arri in surprise, even as she was backing away towards the turbolift. She sqeaked that out in surprise, and he just shook his head a little. Sometimes you just have to trust in Chaos. Going with whatever happens instead of questioning it."Our side?" She said in disbelief, whirling on her heel so fast her filthy boot heel screeched on the floor, marking it. "Maybe for now, but what about if he goes crazy again? You have to admit, he's unhinged." He paused for a minute after she turned and mentioned his capacity for insanity. I can't argue with you there...in fact I do expect him at some point to go crazy again. But don't worry, he pulled her close for a moment and held her, breathing in her scent, whispering in her ear. I'm already thinking of using this to our advantage. Hand in the falleen's, she ran with him to her original port of call, catching her breath only when the car shuddered in it's holdings and began to move them up and away from the immediate danger. Leaning back against the turbolift wall, Arri propped herself up with one leg, knee crooked and foot flat to the wall's surface while she tilted her head to look over at him again. "So where's our new ally going, exactly, do we even have a rendezvous point?" After the lift began to move he also leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes. He was still worn out from the experience with Selena, and the use of Force Trance Healing, or whatever he did. He was lucky he survived. He knew that he would have to study it much more before trying it again. Suddendly he felt her eyes upon him, and he opened his own back up slowly. He took his time in answering her questions, thinking logically for a few moments. If you were him, and wanted to leave this station in a hurry, where would you go? He knew she could figure out the answer. She was smart, and now all she needed to do was learned to think clearly in confusing situations. He had the utmost faith in her anyways. The smile that bloomed on her lips had nothing to do with the situation, though. Just looking at him in that state had her chuckling away, he always seemed so...what was the word? She plucked the most appropriate as it entered her head, ah yes, immaculate, when he had been on Kuat. But then she supposed so had she, now she felt like she needed to pass through full decontamination just to be sure she'd get the dirt out. Still she looked cleaner than he did right now. "You are filthy," Arri laughed amid the words, "I like it." That smile had spread a little broarder, but anything else she could have done or added was cut short when they realized they had reached their destination, the next couple of floors up, and the doors slid wide open into another, brightly lit corridor. He laughed at that. Of course you do! Belive me even in that horrible outfit your wearing right now I could ravage you for hours.His smile was all perfect white teeth, and very predatory. But then the lift made a dinging sound, and the doors opened into the corridor. He walked out of the lift causually, and made a motion with his hand as if being a gentleman holding the door open for the lady. "What now? It won't take them long to get security up here, this area looks residential." Her observation was correct enough, the crew's living quarters were on this level, though she knew not what kind of crew, military, social or otherwise. "Maybe we can ditch the outfits? Stage a break in of sorts." She explained, a plan forming in her mind. Avidly, she gestured, vaguely, to the numerical pads at the side of the door, the locks. "These kinds of locking mechanisms are easy to override, I've done it hundreds of times. You do that thing that you do and tell me if there is anyone inside or not, we pick an empty room and we're in, out and home free...I hope." For reasons unbeknownst to her, she rather liked the fact that she was useful for something here, that gave her worth in her mind, though the look he would no doubt give her at her admission of what she'd just explained to him, she felt the need to elaborate a little. "What, did you think the only thing my master ever used me for was the obvious?" He listened as she detailed her plan. It was a good one, and made sense. He nodded to her in the affirmative when she went on about the door codes and such, only raising his eyebrows a little at the end. Her last statement was almost defensive, as if she wanted to prove her worth in more ways then the obvious. He simply shook his head. Arri, he began, you've already proven you have many skills that are more then just, as you say, "the obvious". I very much expect you to be resourceful, and you've proven time and again to be a quick learner. You just have to believe in it for yourself. Just as I see it clearly in you. Closing his eyes again he reached out to feel basic life around him, the room down the hall on the left seemed to be empty. Pointing to that one he walked over to it. He paused, then waved a hand at the door. This room should do fine, now lets get moving. He said the last playfully, and began stamping his left foot in mock impatience. |
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Post by arri on Jul 18, 2011 11:44:03 GMT -5
Whatever he had up his expotentially long sleeves it had better be brilliant, thought Arri when he stated the obvious, he knew exactly what the Kage was capable of, having faced him down twice now. Friend or foe - well, it remained to be seen, so they pretended to trust him for now, and hope that whatever switch had been thrown inside the disturbed man's mind, did not flip when they least needed it again.
Zanear pulled her close and she went with it, a little flutter gracing her stomach with it's presence when she felt his breath fall softly on her ear. But when she drew back she was all candour "You'll have to explain on the way, I think it might just make your greatest moments in history."
The blonde looked down at her hastily pulled on flightsuit, smoothing out the wrinkles with the flats of her palms whilst taking on a rather pensive expression. Then she looked up at him again, placing one hand, elbow crooked, on her hip. "Is it my fault if the owner of this stunning piece of coture has no taste? I'm merely doing them the favour of disposing of it and if you want to help me in that task, all the better." Arri mused somewhat smugly, she was still getting used to all this life on the run, it had occurred to her some time ago now, that chaos did not have to mean no fun. There was a reason Zanear seemed to revel in it after all, why not seek to find out what that reason was and just enjoy what time they had. Live for the moment?
Their efforts had wound them up the residential area of the station, completely functional rather than designed for comfort, it looked for all intents and purposes like this was simply for labouring crew only, this wasn't exactly the type of place someone would want to bring up a family, regardless of what one family member might be doing for a living. Arri reflected that this had been one of the more bizarre aspects of the KDY array, there were workers there who did bring up young families aboard the orbital rings, whole sectors dedicated to dwellings for such employees. Many of the array's occupants had never set foot on Kuat's surface so long as they had been there, and people could make of that what they would.
His compliments didn't go astray, and she smiled warmly back at him, though her mind was focussed and direct on the task. Without much to use in the way of slicing tools, she was going to have to do this blind and hope she didn't trip any of the door's locking mechanisms. That would leave them high and dry and forced to make a dash for the meeting point looking like the messes they had exited engineering in.
Arri waited for Zanear to give her the all clear before placing her hand over the touch panel that was normally used to punch in the code to unlock the door. Covering the pad with one hand she deftly slid the other beneath it, attempting to pry the brightly lit pad away from it's casing, slender fingertips gaining just the right ammount of purchase necessary to pop it from the seal. A small shower of sparks resonated from the pad's interior, and the blonde withdrew both hands sharply, wincing at the small burn she had sustained with a curse or two.
"I meant to do that." She bluffed, digging right back in again and placing down the remains of the cover by her feet.
Before her eyes, in a spaghetti slew of colours and mechanized tendrils, lay a series of wires that she intended to rerout connection wise. These ones were complicated, but nothing like the one's she had been tasked with hotwiring before now. That made things ineffably easier, she thought with much relief. After a tense moment or two, and even another well pronounced shower of argently off-amber sparks, the door lock cycled and the thick durasteel plate slid aside, revealing the interior of the room beyond.
"And not a moment too soon..." Arri commented relieved, beckoning Zanear to follow suit and join her inside, before picking up the loose plate and forcing the door to close again behind them.
Once the door had slid completely shut, she leaned back against it and breathed a small sigh of relief. They weren't out of the woods yet, but just to have some measure of concealment between them and security was something of a comfort. But they wouldn't be able to sit around for long, it would take those following them only a small ammount of time to work out that they had taken to hiding rather than outright running.
Sithspit, what if they assumed they were working hand in hand with Dooku? That man's face had been strewn across the holonet connected with what had happened at Kuat.
"First thing's first, you need to lose that disguise and I - " She looked down once more at what she was wearing, "-definitely need to hope this person has better insight into fashion than the last one."
Already taking to it, she began rummaging around through the various storage containers in the main part of the quarters, pulling out this and that in search of aparel they could appropriate that would be more concealing than what they had adorned themselves with. Just as they had at Kuat, it would be better if they found something to cover their faces...a Falleen tended to stick out in a crowd like a shining green beacon, his need was greater than hers.
"So....you going to tell me this plan of yours while we do this, or are you going to make good of your earlier offer?" When he didn't immediately respond to that question, she let a grin tug at the corners of her mouth, "Ravage me for hours?....What? You said let the chaos take me." Moment of wry humour gone, her mind turned again to Dooku - or more accurately, his innate attitude to switching personality when it suited him. "You said that Dooku's madness could work in our favour, how, exactly?"
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jul 18, 2011 21:01:44 GMT -5
Zanear pulled her close and she went with it, a little flutter gracing her stomach with it's presence when she felt his breath fall softly on her ear. But when she drew back she was all candor "You'll have to explain on the way, I think it might just make your greatest moments in history."The blonde looked down at her hastily pulled on flightsuit, smoothing out the wrinkles with the flats of her palms whilst taking on a rather pensive expression. Then she looked up at him again, placing one hand, elbow crooked, on her hip. "Is it my fault if the owner of this stunning piece of couture has no taste? I'm merely doing them the favor of disposing of it and if you want to help me in that task, all the better." Arri mused somewhat smugly, she was still getting used to all this life on the run, it had occurred to her some time ago now, that chaos did not have to mean no fun. He chuckled briefly. What do you expect from Corellians? They have no real taste in clothing. All seriousness in their work. He paused a moment and then gave Arri a once over with his eyes. We'll just have to wait and see what kind of help you just might get. He winked at the end of his last statement. A small shower of sparks resonated from the pad's interior, and the blonde withdrew both hands sharply, wincing at the small burn she had sustained with a curse or two. "I meant to do that." She bluffed, digging right back in again and placing down the remains of the cover by her feet. He shook his head and laughed. You are the expert, so of course you did. "And not a moment too soon..." Arri commented relieved, beckoning Zanear to follow suit and join her inside, before picking up the loose plate and forcing the door to close again behind them. As the door opened he stepped inside and took a quick glance around, heading towards the bedroom suite. He began to go through the clothing, looked like a petite female owned these quarters. Arri could maybe make the clothes work, but he certainly couldn't fit into any of them. He sighed, then looked back at Arri, her newer jumpsuit was baggy on her, but with a little ingenuity he might be able to use it for himself. The Corellian flair of short and open clothing might work in his favor after all. "First thing's first, you need to lose that disguise and I - " She looked down once more at what she was wearing, "-definitely need to hope this person has better insight into fashion than the last one."Already taking to it, she began rummaging around through the various storage containers in the main part of the quarters, pulling out this and that in search of apparel they could appropriate that would be more concealing than what they had adorned themselves with. "So....you going to tell me this plan of yours while we do this, or are you going to make good of your earlier offer?"When he didn't immediately respond to that question, she let a grin tug at the corners of her mouth, "Ravage me for hours?....What? You said let the chaos take me." He simply began to strip off the grease stained clothing he was wearing as she talked and teased him, she was certainly eager enough to test their luck once again, not that he himself wasn't just as eager to do as she hinted at. As she grinned and quoted him he stood before her entirely naked, the outer parts of him greasy and dirty, he walked right up to her but careful not to touch, her newer flight suit wasn't filthy, his eyes bore into hers. Take that thing off, and meet me in the refresher. Thats all he said, but it was with an urgent yet authoritative tone. He walked into the 'fresher and turned it on, carefully and methodically scrubbing himself clean. Moment of wry humour gone, her mind turned again to Dooku - or more accurately, his innate attitude to switching personality when it suited him. "You said that Dooku's madness could work in our favour, how, exactly?"He heard her from within the 'fresher, but didn't answer right away. After a few moments later he called out to her instead. Right now I don't want to talk or think about Dooku. Instead I want you in this refresher. Because I'm gonna throw my fate to Chaos and make good on my promise... |
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Post by arri on Jul 21, 2011 7:13:17 GMT -5
She didn't budge an inch, though she wanted to, close the distance between them that was. But he was literally covered in that ground in grime and filth, what parts of him had been exposed to it anyway. There was something predatorial in his gait, the way he had meandered over to her, his eyes speaking for him, if his pheromones did not. That was the thing, she never knew for certain if that was what he was doing, not that she didn't trust him to know when not to. She felt the same pertaining to him when she was nowhere near within range, so that probably wasn't the case, this was real enough and Arri wasn't going to go against what her heart was telling her.
"I won't be a moment" She purred back, watching him go with an appraising eye, he was graceful without making it too effeminate, difficult to do but the Faleen had it in spades.
While he set to cleaning that muck off of himself, she pulled down the zipper of her oversized flightsuit and shrugged her way out of it, folding the item neatly - out of habit, little more - and placing it down on a nearby chair for them to pick up on the way back.
Approaching the compact refresher facilities, she relaxed a little, she hadn't had much time, if any, to clean up after making the hasty costume change earlier, she wondered when their next opportunity for downtime would be. This, for the moment, was as good as it got, but there was an argent thrill in the fact that this was easily over the risk line as far as Arri was concerned. Time to live a little.
"Alright, but you're explaining to him why we were so long." The blonde teased, sashaying her way towards the refresher room,
Doubtful that she could have snuck up on him, Arri slipped in through the refresher door and passed briefly beneath the warmth of the spray. That water felt almost heavenly after all their efforts to make good an escape and the time aboard Selena, but nowhere near as sublime as that skin on skin contact she rendered as a result of just how compact this 'fresher was.
"When they say everything is smaller on Corellia, they really weren't messing around were they?" She commented humerously, but a tad blunt nevertheless - didn't matter who she was now, she would probably always keep that blunt honesty with her for so long as she lived. Fixing Zanear in her sights, she reached out, placing her hands palm down against his chest and began to sensually massage away the remaining grease and dirt, that had run down in thick rivulets from his arms as he'd done his best to viggorously rid himself of it. There was more than enough mischief in her eyes to suggest she knew exactly where this was going, there were no pretenses between them.
"Lucky us, hmm?"
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jul 21, 2011 12:37:07 GMT -5
Approaching the compact refresher facilities, she relaxed a little, she hadn't had much time, if any, to clean up after making the hasty costume change earlier, she wondered when their next opportunity for downtime would be. This, for the moment, was as good as it got, but there was an argent thrill in the fact that this was easily over the risk line as far as Arri was concerned. Time to live a little. "Alright, but you're explaining to him why we were so long." The blonde teased, sashaying her way towards the refresher room, Arri slipped in through the refresher door and passed briefly beneath the warmth of the spray. That water felt almost heavenly after all their efforts to make good an escape and the time aboard Selena, but nowhere near as sublime as that skin on skin contact she rendered as a result of just how compact this 'fresher was. "When they say everything is smaller on Corellia, they really weren't messing around were they?" She commented humorously, but a tad blunt nevertheless - didn't matter who she was now, she would probably always keep that blunt honesty with her for so long as she lived. Fixing Zanear in her sights, she reached out, placing her hands palm down against his chest and began to sensually massage away the remaining grease and dirt, that had run down in thick rivulets from his arms as he'd done his best to vigorously rid himself of it. There was more than enough mischief in her eyes to suggest she knew exactly where this was going, there were no pretenses between them. "Lucky us, hmm?"The Falleen savored the shower, it was a luxury he hadn't had in quite awhile, and even then the last one had been so much more then memoriable... perhaps a repeat performance was in order. As she moved in close to him, her skin on his igniting fire's of desire, he couldn't help but laugh at her joke about the Corellians. Freedom lovers extraordinaries, they were always looked down by the societies that lived like kings, such as the Kuati and Hapans, for example. But all thoughts of that fled when her massaging touch took over, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the hot water pound against him, the soothing water and even more exciting sense of his hands and fingers cleaning him putting him into a state of relaxation and excitement that only he could truly appreciate, a force of Chaos in an ordered galaxy. As she worked, and let the pure magic of her hands satisfy him with her expert touch, he reached past her and gathered the liquid soap, squeezing an ample amount out with which he then promptly lathered all over her back, slowly, working the muscles out with his hands as he went, cleaning her as she did him, providing the right amount of force in his touch with the right part of her body, giving her the special attention that she luxuriated on him in response. For a long time they spent this way, rubbing. cleaning, touching, his own desires growing to a fever pitch as he felt hers as well. Rinsing the soap off now, he gathered the hair cleaner, and put some into her hair, massaging her scalp and cleaning her hair in parts, taking great care to be gentle as she would be doing the same for the small top-not of hair he had. Already they were cramped in th fresher, and now they got even closer, their bodies now intertwined in that skin on skin contact that sent waves of passion through his body, his need obvious, and ever insisting. She moved just so, a talent she had, her body was like a contortionist, she could assume almost any position imaginable, and he was now fully immersed in the want that he craved, their bodies making a rhythm to a music provided only by their heartbeats the the heavy breathing they each were now making. For hours they spent time like that, now in this way, now in that, and again another, each filling a menagerie of fantasies that let the two of them deeply satisfied and exhausted, yet the power of the love they shared only growing deeper. The water had grown cool by now, and he turned it off, holding her, his lips still pressed upon her body in her favorite spot, leaving his mark on her as was his wont. Finally he pulled away, his lips meeting hers again and again until the need for them to leave became a thought once again. Moving out, he gathered a set of towels, giving on to Arri as he dried himself. My love..see if you can find some scissors and thread here...I'm going to have to alter that jumpsuit. Unless you think I could go with just this towel on? The last was said in mock seriousness as he went to get her jumpsuit. |
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Post by arri on Jul 23, 2011 9:15:57 GMT -5
The time was ripe for making the best of things, the sheer excitement of the fact they were still being hunted didn’t detract from that at all, in fact it heightened that coiled exuberance inside of her spurring them both on to greater, more passionate things. The mutual cleansing only revealed more about that side of him that Arri wanted to know, his hands travelling in softly pressured pathways over her body, eliciting the best and most profound responses from her with each and every pass, it was all too tempting to become so caught up in what he was doing, that she might well have forgotten to coordinate what she was doing to him in return. Fortunately for him she had enough coordination to return that favour in full, still - slender digits fanning out to kneed and soothe away the tension in his muscles, a tension they would both share soon enough.
Mischeviously she had contemplated what would happen should the owner of this residential unit return and find them here like this, the reality would be dangerous, but the theory was most amusing. They would have quite the tale to spin after that, that was for sure.
Their lips locked when they met in their embrace, the press of their bodies together as she leaned back on the steam-misted transparisteel screen, leaving a semi-clear print of where she had been resting until she found a means to turn the tables, and it was him pressed up against the other side, the cool contrast bleeding into his heated flesh. It was all sense encompassing.
With the heat of the moment having reached much higher temps, the need to cleanse was forgotten completely in the absolution that was their union, their kisses grew hungrier, ravenous even, and when he wrapped her up in his arms, they moved as one in many interesting ways. Her senses awash with pleasure, they took each other higher and higher towards that crest, relentless in their passion. When at last that fire that burned within her exploded into a blazing euphoria, countless moments had passed and it didn’t matter, nothing mattered but this, them. As the miasma of ecstacy began to eddy, flow and ebb away, she relished the retiscent feelings that she was experiencing still, that sated feeling that never felt complete when he appeared to be offering more - his lips felt tantalizingly good on her skin, but she did offer a small wince of apology to the small marks she had left on him, her nails having a tendency to rake when he had lifted her up against that wall, her arms around him tightly while he sought tentatively.
Now having found the strength to support her own weight on shakey knees, she couldn't help but grin like the nexuu that had just got the kill, a grin he kissed into exquisite submission. Arri leaned back a little, stretching her tired limbs while she watched him step from the sanisteam and procure them both some towels. It was back to business then, but this has been a most welcome interlude. Lazily, she stepped out of the cubicle herself, closing the door - complete with steam hazed Falleen sized body print attached to it - to, then picking up the towel he had left for her, wrapped it around herself while she began to dry off.
Zanear had disappeared into the other room for a short while, she could hear him moving around, turning things over in a search for something. When next she caught sight of him, he was holding the baggy flightsuit she had worn here, a quandry burning in the light behind his violet eyes.
Leaning back on her heels she looked him up and then down the way again, rather like she was inspecting a prime cutlette of meat - her humour was intentional - then she gave a single nod of her head. "It could work to our advantage and do wonders for our already notable PR. I can see it now...'Naked lightsaber Wielding Falleen and poorly dressed accomplice snatch victory from the jaws of apprehension yet again. Who will stop these fiends from terrorizing the galaxy?'" Once more she regarded him, eyes narrowing to thin slits of pensive intent, even as the blonde reached forth as if to whip the towel away from him completely. "On second thoughts, go naked, no self respecting Corellian is going to want to be the one caught on camera spear tackling the naked 'Jedi', one hundred percent less clothing, one hundred percent more fear factor...I really did spend too long in the KDY marketing department. I'll help you look."
It didn't take long to find what she was looking for, though what she did find wasn't exactly the right tool for the job, merely a small kitchen utensil form vibroblade, it wasn't in excellent condition but it would do for the job, and he could alter the flight suit with it easily enough. Thread was easier to find, apparently the owner of this unit also went through a lot of socks, literally, since many of them had patched up holes in them. Arri didn't know what the employment plans were like here on centerpoint, but their staff weren't exactly good at the basic domestics. Not that they needed to be of course. Satisfied with her finds, she returned to give them to Zanear, running a comb, that she had found in the sleeping area, through her hair to untangle it a little.
"That's the best I could find," she said with a sigh, eyes still skimming the room for something she could wear, this option looked more promising, "I don't know who lives here but at least they seem some kind of practical. I had a quick peek at their wardrobe, it just gets better the further up the station we go. I estimate by the time we reach the recreation level, we'll be back to our usual, fine selves."
They had kept Dooku waiting long enough, she was still a tad apprehensive about that, while she trusted Zanear's judgement, she could and would not trust that crazy grey Jedi. What were their beliefs exactly? Arri wasn't sure she wished to know, but it was better to understand the enemy than remain ignorant out of disdain.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jul 23, 2011 12:35:34 GMT -5
The shower was, as expected, cleasing for both heart and soul, and not just the body. As they bantered in their way, he felt a contentment settle on him. He could be on the run forever, just so long as she was there with him. That thought brought a smile to his face, and he gathered her in his arms again, and gently kisses her forehead, then her nose, then her chin, then her lips. His eyes locked with hers for several moments. I love you Arri, and always will. He breathed the words, taking in the exquistite features of her face, then he slid away, taking the tools at his disposal.
As she rummaged through the clothing he began but cutting the top away from the bottom of the jumpsuit. Flaring out the sleeves he made a few adjustments that turned a plain long sleeve into a puffed out short sleeve. Next he removed the zipper from it and taking several different metal buttons, he turned it into a half button up shirt, leaving the top open in the Corellian fashion. Going into the closet he found a black shimmer dress and began cutting strip sof it off, sewing black vertical stripes on the tan workers uniform, covering any insignia's or logos. He tried it on, it was form fitting, but it would work. Nodding to himself he then set about to customizing the pants.
He paused and watched as Arri combed through the clothes, her towel had fallen off and he sat staring, her body moved with an amazing grace it was so subconcious. In stark contrast to her pale white body was the black mark on her hip. The mark of Kuhlvault on her. He promised her she could get it removed, and he meant to keep that promise. He thought of a doctor he knew on Corellia, but he wondered if it was safe to even go down to the planet. Something big was happeneing, he could feel it in the Force, but what it was he had no idea.
Picking the pants back up he set to work making them fit, using a bit of other clothes that was in the closet, adding some black then a touch of green in a few spots, turning the plain jumpsuit pants into a puffy match for his shirt. The pants legs were a bit short, coming just past his knees. he would need some tall boots. Looking into the mirror, he had to admit he cut a dashing figure, at least for Corellian standards. Of course his well muscled body made everything he wore look good...
That thought made him laugh aloud.
He closed his eyes and concentrated again, seeking for lifeforms in the rooms on this level....he was searching for males... a few options began to appear in his mind, when he felt a pull to a certain room. Arri love, I need some boots. When your ready we need to get into a room about three down on the left.
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Post by arri on Jul 24, 2011 12:28:46 GMT -5
Busied with rummaging for the various bits and pieces he needed, she had also gone on the search for something she could wear, the oversized jumpsuit was no longer an option and with Zanear working some kind of tailoring magic on creating himself an outfit, she had plenty of time to look. Discarding the towel after she had dried herself off for the most part, she had part way vanished into a large storage closet, tossing out various items that she had deemed possibilities, the rest she simply dumped straight on the floor.
It irked her, somewhat, when she found herself trying to tease the creased out of things like this was still her force damned job. That, she thought, she had supposed to have put entirely behind her. Yet there was still that pang of guilt she felt, when she considered her family, her real biological family that was. They would suffer as a result of her leaving, financially at least. Above all else she had not thought the feeling she would experience would be guilt, they had, after all, concieved her for the soul purpose of selling her off to one of the merchant families. No, she had found her place, so she believed, it would just take some time to get used to freedom.
Settling on rather typical Corellian garb, she pulled a pair of fitted pants and a simple top from the confines of the closet, they weren't what she'd personally have preferred but anything felt liberating after what she'd been made to wear thus far. Once dressed, she wandered back into the central part of the unit and just stared...
There, admiring himself in a miripanel, no less, stood Zanear, dressed as if he was about to go out for a night on the tiles, more or less. For a moment, Arri wondered if he had noticed her standing back there, giving him the once over with her eyes. That outfit on anyone else would have looked ridiculous, somehow, as usual, the falleen carried it off....minus the bare feet.
"Wow...what the corellians wouldn't give for a bit of your ingenuity, hmm?" With a wink she then crossed the room in a few even strides, hooking an arm through his and turning him about face to get a proper look at him.
She chuckled at that, it wasn't that long ago she had been trying her best to procure a pair of boots, sandals, anything to put on her own feet, but needs had seen to it that she didn't have the time. No reason why he had to suffer the same difficulty, besides, he appeared to have located some.
"Not a problem," she said smoothly, knowing fine well it was never just that easy, and she placed a soft kiss upon his lips, tentatively lingering before drawing away. "But you're really going to have to explain how you do that you know..."
Slipping away she made for the door, pausing only when she thought better of it, there could be anyone out there, they had kind of been wrapped up in other persuits earlier to have noticed. "Is the coast clear?"
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jul 25, 2011 17:05:03 GMT -5
She chuckled at that, it wasn't that long ago she had been trying her best to procure a pair of boots, sandals, anything to put on her own feet, but needs had seen to it that she didn't have the time. No reason why he had to suffer the same difficulty, besides, he appeared to have located some. "Not a problem," she said smoothly, knowing fine well it was never just that easy, and she placed a soft kiss upon his lips, tentatively lingering before drawing away. "But you're really going to have to explain how you do that you know..."Slipping away she made for the door, pausing only when she thought better of it, there could be anyone out there, they had kind of been wrapped up in other pursuits earlier to have noticed. "Is the coast clear?"He'd been concentrating on how he looked, it wasn't the best, but it would pass if he could throw some credits around. So it was a bit of a surprise when she snaked and arm through his and turned him, her kiss a pleasant diversion, even if only for a moment. It was her question that made him laugh aloud. The Force...it's hard to explain. Imagine this. You have all your normal humanoid senses, sight, touch, taste, smell, hearing. Imagine the Force is like having all those senses again, but now at a distance much greater then normal. If I concentrate I can see from much farther away, hear the smallest sounds or from a greater distance, I can 'feel' a living presence in a room, like hearing footsteps or a heartbeat, I 'see' emotion in the Force, almost like infa-red. It's as natural as any normal sense, but I have to practice using it. The more I practice the easier it gets, and the stronger sensations I can get. Imagine our love making... he said, drawing her into his arms, her back to him as he held her wrists, waving her arms as a puppet. The more practice we have at doing those things that we do, the better we get at it, and the longer we last, and the better the feeling that we reach. But now imagine you are the Force, and I am trying to use you to grab a cup. See how I move your arms about? I have to learn how to get you to let me do that, because if I don't you could fight me and I'd never get near that cup, much less have you grab it. The Force is personal, like a lover that is you, yet not you. A part, but not a whole. He paused then turned her around, returning her kiss in equal parts as to the one she had just given him. Does that make sense? It's the only way to explain it, at least the only way I know how to explain it. And then he ran his hands along her neck and shoulders, massaging them for a moment. The idea, nay, the desire to make love to her again was returning, but they had tarried her long enough. He wouldn't push their luck again so soon. He watched as she moved to the door and inquired about safety before opening the door. Once again he reached out, and felt less activity then before. So far so good. It's safe enough. Are you ready?Once she answered he gave the nod, and opened the door. He walked out into the hallway just as causally as could be, turning left right away and moving to the room he had felt. The male presence he had felt in here was strong, but recently gone. It was as good a time as ever to break in and get something for his feet. Waving to the blonde bombshell, he called her quietly. Dearest, the key please? |
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Post by arri on Jul 27, 2011 13:51:36 GMT -5
Her attention ensnared, she listened, taking in everything he said with rapt attention, and for the most part, it actually did make sense. It was simple when laid out in terms the average person, for example herself, would understand. It was just fascinating to her, that after all those years of arduous education on everything you could possibly expect to encounter in life, they hadn't ever covered this. Nor would they really need to, she supposed, but by that logic, she didn't need to have covered the biology of species such as the Givin, either.
When Zanear was done, she waited for him to free up her arms before finally turning around to face him again, delighted by retiscent kiss, but nonetheless resolute. "For the most part...forgive my ignorance, I never really encountered those who had an aptitude for it in my uhh duties."
Back on task, at his insistance, they made their way out into the halls again, this time lighter on their feet than before. By now the forces following them would have had some inclination as to how far they could have gone, perhaps even deducing that they had chosen to 'go to ground' rather than flee outright. But with Dooku's ships awaiting them in the space above centerpoint, they were going to have a limited window with which to make good their escape before this place was locked down tighter than an Imperial correctional facility.
Boots, thus far, were the order of the day, and he was probably going to need them if this plated grating floor was anything to go by. Arri invisioned the horror of broken toes at trying to flee on that stuff at high speed and bare foot. At least back on Kuat she'd had durasteel plates and carpet to contend with. A small mercy went a long way at times like those.
The blonde reached the door in less than ten paces, leaving it up to the falleen to deal with being the lookout. Her full attention needed to be on what she was doing and, like the door before it, this one worked on the same kind of mechanism. This time, though, there were no sparks - learn from your mistakes, that was a good rule to live by...if you could live long enough to make it happen of course - and the heavy barrier slid away with a loud, metallic screech, indicating that it really did need oiling. The noise grated on Arri's senses and made her wince for an entirely different reason. If that had been heard, they were going to have their hands full pretty soon.
"Better make this a quick visit, noise travels in facilities like this." She said, slipping inside the threshold to take a brief look around. If they could procure weapons too, aside from those Zanear already carried, all the better, she might not have been the best shot in the galaxy, but having a blaster went a long way in terms of comfort.
"You grab the footwear, I'll be right back, this place has to have a personal weapons locker..."
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Jul 28, 2011 19:42:20 GMT -5
"Better make this a quick visit, noise travels in facilities like this." She said, slipping inside the threshold to take a brief look around. If they could procure weapons too, aside from those Zanear already carried, all the better, she might not have been the best shot in the galaxy, but having a blaster went a long way in terms of comfort. "You grab the footwear, I'll be right back, this place has to have a personal weapons locker..." He followed her in, nodding at the statement. Of course it made sense, and soon security would be on their trail, he only hoped Dooku had been the primary target. Walking into the apartment, it seemed several bachelors lived here, by the untidy mess about. He went room to room, looking for the best pair of footwear that he could find.After several unsuccessful tries, he came upon a pair of high black boots, polished and stored in a container. They seemed to be a bit of a source of pride for the owner, and luckily they were only a half size to big. He found a pair of thick socks and put them on, then slipped the boots on. The fit worked, and he grinned at the dashing figure he made. But then something caught his eye, a dark red belt sash! He tied it around his waist in the Corellian style, and now, even more then before his rakish dress mixed with his amazing good looks made him stand out as a man of influence. He untied his hair from the top-knot it was in and let it fall about him. He couldn't hide this very well, so he decided to do something drastic. Going into the bathroom he dug and found a pair of clippers, and proceeded to remove his hair. Washing his head and face clean, he came back out and search again for more items until he found a black bandanna that he tied about his head. Now more then ever he looked a wild pirate, ready for adventure. He spent a moment focusing, concentrating, and let his natural shade of green turn to red. ( A ability all Falleen can do see link starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Falleen ) Once done he walked back out, finding Arri going from room to room, searching for weapons. She had a determined look, and her clothes flattered her, even though they were plain. Deciding that it might be best to give her a hand, he began looking in several other rooms as well, searching for any hidden weapons. |
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Post by Corey Dooku on Jul 29, 2011 22:33:02 GMT -5
Corey ducks behind some crates as he notices some security guards is now between him and Selena. His hearts is racing as he was so close to his ship. He feels something in the force, but it was not close enough to pin point who or what it is. He looks over the crates and a smile comes over his face, he knows this was the part that he loves.
Corey hits his comlink once more, with his voice lowered.
Corey “Admiral is our guest there yet?”
Admiral “No sir, and we are ready to take off. I was thinking of sending a team out to find them.”
Corey lowers himself once more behind the crates.
“No don’t, I will go find them. Just have the ship ready to get out of here. Corey out.”
Corey looks back over the crates looking at the group of 5 security guards. He places one hand out and raises a small box and tosses it in the opposite direction as he rush back out the landing bay and down a corridor. He wonders where the frak where they. He finds a spot and ducks in a dark area and gets down on the floor. He closes his eyes and using the force to try to locate Zanear.
(Zanear where are you? What is taking you guys so long to get to the ship?)
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Post by arri on Jul 31, 2011 12:07:20 GMT -5
((Mod mode: Corey. Please try and remember the force isn't a phone, you can't hold full scale conversations through it  ))Arri had taken to seeking out some sort of weapons locker, but all she was able to come up with was a hand held blaster and something that looked akin to a rifle...it was obvious which way you wanted to point it if you wanted to fire said weapon, but not what it's output would be like, nor indeed the range. Her attention was torn away from the locker when she heard footsteps behind her, she had come to realize that Zanear had a nasty habit of going undetected when he wasn't making it completely obvious when on approach. And, considering she had just heard that, he was probably making some conscious effort not to surprise her. Wise move, considering she was pointing the business end of the rifle at the wall and could have swung round at any moment. Pivoting slowly, Arri handed him the weapon, keeping ahold of the smaller one for herself, she didn't want to be completely defenseless, however atheletic she was, there was only so far the flight part of the instinct could get you. "Here, I thought this might be useful, but I'm not entirely sure how it works. You're much better at these things than I." Arri confessed, doing her best not to let that feeling of naivety show. It might have helped if she'd taken the safety off for a start. Just stick to what you know - a small chiding voice inside her head said to her, - Until you can learn something else on your own time.Now she had taken a moment to pause and look at his rather flamboyantly practical outfit in all it's glory, she slid him a glance that was meant to hide the wry grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. That was hardly inconspicuous. And here she was dressed as plain as plain could be. "I thought the idea was to avoid doing anything to make us stand out?" Her query came with a double take, what was wrong with this picture? Ah...there it was, and she wasn't thinking of the change in skin tone either, she knew well that Falleen could do that on occasion, that tone suited him. "Your hair," Arri commented with a small frown, "You shaved it all off?" Well if the guards were looking for a Falleen with hair, a grimy sludge covered one at that, then he'd just improved his chances a little. Maybe she should have done something with hers? Truth be told, she was just enjoying the freedom of letting it down for once, in stead of having it bound up inside some heavy, stuffy old hat. "I see what you did there. See...this is why you're better at this." It was a compliment however plaintive, and soon her mind turned back to the road ahead. "So what's the plan, are we really rendezvouing with the Kage?" Arri hoped not, or at least if they did, they did it for just long enough to steal another ship and get them to ground. From there, it would be near impossible to find them once they went covert. The sooner the better as far as she was concerned. She'd been getting itchy feet just waiting around here, the time to move on was now.
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Corey turns off his saber as he stares at Zanear.
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