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Post by El Supremo on Jul 31, 2011 21:59:11 GMT -5
... Meanwhile ...
CorSec security has been busy, they have tried tracking the pair that came off the strange ship earlier before the chaos on the station started; and after they headed into the crew residences they lost track of their specific location. They had done a much better job of keeping track of the Kage, though they were busy re-positioning forces since he decided to take a shortcut through the superstructure of the station that they were loathe to follow him through.
Third Chief Engineer Neila had secured the mystery ship with his team and a few guards, and was in the process of removing another sample out of the organism that served as its computer core or brain... That is when the call came from the guard at the door, The Kage had just entered the corridor that the line of landing bays where they and the strange ship were. He could be here any moment and that thought did not bode well with him.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Aug 1, 2011 13:09:17 GMT -5
Taking the blaster rifle from Arri, he studied the weapon for several minutes, going over the weapons training he had had in his youth. Looking the ornamental weapon over, he realized the exquiste workmanship of the Wookiees. Muttering to himself, he checked the hand panel that showed the charge level and widthband setting. There was a small panel near the handle that slid up and down to check quick using one's thumb. It was a bit big for his hands, as this was a weapon made for Wookiees. It would require a two handed grip in order for him to fire it, but the results would be devestating. starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Wookiee_disruptorShaking his head at the thought of a human on Corellia having this weapon stashed away was almost unbelievable. He shrugged the thought away however, Chaos gave and took away without thought or care. He certainly wouldn't let this treasure slip away because it was strange. Tying another belt from the man's closet to make a makeshift sling, he slung it over his shoulder and moved out and back into the hallway, following Arri's lead. He smiled and nodded at her comments, but laughed when she once again spoke about Corey. Darling, you worry too much! He swatted her rear with his left hand and kissed her cheek as she turned. Let's head to the ship he came in, and away from Selena. There's bound to be much more security there then at the other. Once aboard that vessel, I'll let you make the plans for our next move. he winked at her and continued, going back into a different lift tube. It will be good pratice for that vibro-sharp brain of yours. |
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Post by Corey Dooku on Aug 1, 2011 17:25:28 GMT -5
(Corey was only thinking to himself, sorry Arri. Should have said so.)
After Corey felt as if he was wasting time, but he did not wish to leave God’s Hand and its crew behind so he could get away with Selena. He stands up slowly moving to the edge of the Dark corner where he found his resting place. He lean forward just enough to see if anyone was in the corridor.
Thinking to himself (Nothing, they must be following Zanear or maybe they are waiting for me to show my face. Either way its time to go)
Corey took a deep breath as he exits the safety of the dark corner as he made his way back to Selena. As he entered to landing bay he made his way to the first crates in the area. He leans down not wanting them to see him, but that was a job all by itself. For someone as large as him, once in position he notice a group of workers being escorted out of the landing bay on the far end.
Thinking to himself (Good its less to deal with, and a much better chance to on board and get her out of here and go home. Only if I knew where Zanear was, no time to think of them. Its time to leave this place.)
Corey touches his comlink
Corey “Admiral, I am near my ship. If they are not there in 20 minutes get out of here.”
Admiral “Yes, Lord Dooku.”
Corey cuts off his comlink as waits for the right time to strike, hoping his waiting will give Zanear and Arri time to get to God’s Hand.
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Post by arri on Aug 4, 2011 11:21:31 GMT -5
Watching him look the weapon over quizically, Arri finally caved in to the curiosity nudging at her mind incessantly.
"That's not your regular blaster rifle, is it?" Ask a stupid question, she thought to herself thereafter.
Whatever was up with it, she hoped he'd be able to figure it out, because they didn't have much time. He seemed the sort to have proficient knowledge of weapons, even if it was turning them against their owners. That, she would never have believed if she hadn't have seen it with her own eyes. But there it was.
The swat to her rear had her jumping forth a couple of paces with a stifled yelp of surprise. Whirling round again to look at him with an all too amused glare, the blonde shook her head mock shamefully. Rather like an adult would to a child when they expected better from you. Arri didn't mean it of course, he'd know that, but the embarrassment of having jumped that far required her to save just a little bit of face.
"Just you wait." She warned humerously, liking this idea of picking their next destination more and more, there were so many places they could go, she was spoilt for choice. Of course there was the small matter of getting off this station in one piece, and shaking another set of officials trying to hunt them down. The kiss was a small favour in the way of apology, her eyes narrowed slightly, expression nonetheless amused at his actions, the look on his face was priceless after all. "Bribery will get you everywhere. That's completely unfair."
Within a matter of the next few seconds, they were back out in the halls and heading for another lift tube. This place seemed like an endless maze of tunnels and walkways that constantly seemed to be on the rise, not like KDY which mostly spanned out the way, this facility just went up and up. The necessity for turbolifts soon became apparent, especially when they reached the recreational sector of the station. It was less than busy, probably as a means of aiding security in looking for they or Dooku. What had happened to the Kage anyway? Arri decided she didn't want to know, it was better off she didn't.
The pair of them stepping out into a large set of rooms, populated by various kinds of people, workers and visitors alike, she couldn't help but take it all in in an instant. Seldom could she see a being that was not human, this was going to make things extra interesting for Zanear. There were the odd wookiee or two, rodians, the occasional Twi'lek, but predominantly humans.
"Do you ever get the feeling you're going to look out of place?" She joked with him, shooting him a sidelong glance before returning it to the room before them. At least from here they could reach the docking arms reasonably well. Perhaps even swindle themselves the access to a personal craft.
Slipping one arm through the crook of the falleen's, she tugged him away from the lift tube, not wishing to stand still for too long and draw attention to them - or rather, more attention, they'd already had a few wayward glances from people in the immediate area. In particular, a group of women who seemed to be lounging by a small bar area, every so often taking a cursory glimpse of the newcomers, before turning back to the group and gossiping amongst themselves.
A slow, wry smile twisted Arri's lips...this could turn out really good for the both of them.
"I think we just hit the jackpot, wouldn't you say?"
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Aug 7, 2011 11:29:44 GMT -5
Watching him look the weapon over quizzically, Arri finally caved in to the curiosity nudging at her mind incessantly. "That's not your regular blaster rifle, is it?" Ask a stupid question, she thought to herself thereafter. The Falleen shook his head slightly in the negative. No, this weapon is quite a prize. Look at the craftsmanship as the metal and wood are blended together. It's expensive, and a rarity outside of the home world of the Wookiees. The human who owns this must be rather large... he trailed off after explaining it to her. It was time to focus on getting off this station. Her reaction to his playing was completely priceless, if he'd had a holo-cam he would have certainly wished to record it. "Just you wait." She warned humorously, liking this idea of picking their next destination more and more, there were so many places they could go, she was spoilt for choice. "Bribery will get you everywhere. That's completely unfair." he breathed standing next to her. And with a wink he turned and continued moving along. The pair of them stepping out into a large set of rooms, populated by various kinds of people, workers and visitors alike, she couldn't help but take it all in in an instant. Seldom could she see a being that was not human, this was going to make things extra interesting for Zanear. There were the odd Wookiee or two, rodians, the occasional Twi'lek, but predominantly humans. "Do you ever get the feeling you're going to look out of place?" She joked with him, shooting him a sidelong glance before returning it to the room before them. At least from here they could reach the docking arms reasonably well. Perhaps even swindle themselves the access to a personal craft. He smiled at her showing his perfectly white teeth. I always look out of place dear, that's the price I pay for being so beautiful. He made the statement jokingly, but there was a truth to his words. Falleen were considered almost universally the most physically attractive species in the Galaxy. Only the Zeltrons came close to to them, and that was more on their reliance on being empaths and pure sexual gluttony. Not that that was a bad thing, of course. Slipping one arm through the crook of the falleen's, she tugged him away from the lift tube, not wishing to stand still for too long and draw attention to them - or rather, more attention, they'd already had a few wayward glances from people in the immediate area. In particular, a group of women who seemed to be lounging by a small bar area, every so often taking a cursory glimpse of the newcomers, before turning back to the group and gossiping amongst themselves. A slow, wry smile twisted Arri's lips...this could turn out really good for the both of them. "I think we just hit the jackpot, wouldn't you say?" He turned to look at her and watched the wheels turn in her head. She was really beginning to enjoy, and even relish all the crazy things that they had done since her escape from bondage. She had begun to embrace the Chaos, and he liked it. Seeing her grow in confidence and deviousness was something that simply made him desire her all the more. Force knew he already couldn't get enough! Indeed, time for some fun. As they began to walk toward that group of ladies he felt a presence in the Force, an impatient urging....it felt very much like Dooku. Stopping mid stride Zanear bent his head down and placed his right hand on his forehead, feigning pain or a headache. But instead he was furiously concentrating, this kind of emotion sending was difficult for him. He sent Dooku the feeling that he should just go, and it was urgent. He added to that the mental image of himself and a warm, safe feeling. He sent that group of Force message to him three times then stopped. Moving his hand back down he patted Arri's arm when the inevitable look of concern crossed her face. He simpled mouthed the word 'Dooku', then continued on. As they grew very close to the group of females, he sighed loudly, and said in a voice that would carry, Might we rest for a moment? I think I'm getting a headache and could use a drink. Turning to face the ladies he flashed his perfect smile and exuded a very moderate level of pheromones, one that should at the least garner intrest and agree-ability if not out right desire. The reaction that he got didn't disappoint. The whole group being to call out to him 'sit here', and 'over with us', and let's get you a drink!' nodding his head in a feigned show of humility he sat in the middle of the group of women, with Arri right at his side the whole time. Thanks you ladies, you are indeed a life saver... |
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Post by Corey Dooku on Aug 12, 2011 16:43:11 GMT -5
Corey leans against the crate pulling his saber out in his right hand. He watched as the group that left disappeared beyond his sight. He thinks to himself as a smile comes over his face.
(Ok, I think it was 4 or 5 guards still left behind or was it 6 or 8 of them. Man, just like old times. Well, its time to do what I do best jump in an ask questions later. I have to get to my Selena an get out of her before anything else can go wrong.)
He gives off a small laugh as to how many times did thinks go wrong for him, KDY and Lord Ire just to start it off. Corey bent his legs and jumped over the crates that were giving him cover, with his left hand he pulled it back using the Force to toss a large crate over his head towards the unsuspected guards.
As the crate headed towards them Corey rushed behind it using it as cover igniting his saber in his right hand brings it back in defense mode.
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Post by El Supremo on Aug 12, 2011 19:51:46 GMT -5
Two of the guards in the bay with Selena get knocked down by the projectiled crate, the remaining four fire wildly and seek cover.
Each of them are thinking variations of "I do not get paid enough for this!" though they do their best between hiding and shooting blindly in the Kage's last known direction.
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Post by arri on Aug 14, 2011 17:53:07 GMT -5
Out of place didn't quite cover it, she thought more as an afterthought than anything. This was on a par with being the center of attention. It seemed that the more groups of people that went quiet, or glanced in their general direction, the more than followed them. In the end it had a perpetual effect until almost every single eyeball was looking their way, fixing them firmly in their sights - so much, that Arri had to ask herself if they actually knew why they were looking at them to begin with.
"Ravishingly beautiful if the look those Ithorians are giving you is to be believed." She commented cooly, doing her best not to crack a smile, nor even let the concern coiling in her gut take ahold of her.
"Or perhaps they're just jealous of your ingenuitively created clothes? You should start your own line, we could eke out an existence that way and be out of here in months."
Slowly, with an air of total seriousness, she turned her head in his direction. Then, and only then, did she dare crack a smile. It hadn't taken her long, years ago, that when travelling off world with her master, that the way people seemed to react to her and most of her kind, was to believe that they were being completely serious on every small matter. The reality was the opposite, of course, they just never had the dry sense of humour, nor the familiarity with which to recognize it in order to reach a humerous understanding. Therefore, when she had been intent on asking something totally outlandish and unreasonable, she had done so with said dry humour only to later reveal that she hadn't been serious at all. It made for a good joke - sometimes at least.
"I'm kidding. Time to mingle."
When they approached the small group of ladies, the room had slowly begun to settle again, turning back to their drinks, conversations or other persuits, mostly gambling. Arri was just thankful for the attention being back on anything but them right now, though she did believe that her presence here was going to thwart whatever Zanear might have in mind, initially anyway. What was the saying, one was company but three was a crowd? So what was five...aside from a headline in one of Corellia’s more unsavoury holotabloids?
The soft tap against the back of her arm had her looking at him with some concern, especially when she saw his expression. It was that same kind of distant he always seemed to adopt whenever something wasn't quite right - something, that she couldn't pick up on if just because of force ineptitude. The mouthed name gave her all she needed to know to confirm her suspicion, though, and she nodded sagely in reply, letting him do the talking from here when it came to introductions.
Arri wasn't sure what aspect of this surprised and humoured her more, the fact every female at that table was clamouring to have Zanear sit next to them, or the way that even a group of males sitting behind them on the opposite table seemed to be paying, almost, the same kind of interest. Naturally, being in such close proximity to him when he had 'let those pheromones fly' as it were, she, herself was not immune to their effects. Point in case, it took all of her control not to tug back on his arm and insist that they find some dark corner to appropriate for a little while.
"This is sneaky, and underhanded, and I couldn't possibly want to ravage you more if I was eating Namana fruit in a Zeltronian massage parlour!" She hissed as subtley as she was able at such close proximity to the others. A vital flaw in his plan, or had this been intentional? Whatever the intention, clarity of mind wasn't exactly coming to her easily at present.
Keeping silent was another problem, since when he requested a drink, there was a mass exodus towards the bar area from their table, herself included, and had Zanear not had her by the arm, she might have made it too. The abrupt snag had her momentarily snapping into awareness again, however short lived "I don't suppose there's any chance of a swift drink when they get back, is there? I could use a very, very strong one." However clear that had been, her grip on the reality of things was slipping through her fingers like grains of the finest white sand. And an index finger she was running lightly down the center of his chest as she turned to face him engraciatingly.
"Amongst other things that is...just you and me?"
A little voice inside scalded her mercilessly then, to a degree that she actually winced beneath its scrutiny.
"The one time I need some fresh air and we're on a space station...typical."
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Aug 16, 2011 15:11:10 GMT -5
Arri wasn't sure what aspect of this surprised and humoured her more, the fact every female at that table was clamouring to have Zanear sit next to them, or the way that even a group of males sitting behind them on the opposite table seemed to be paying, almost, the same kind of interest. Naturally, being in such close proximity to him when he had 'let those pheromones fly' as it were, she, herself was not immune to their effects. Point in case, it took all of her control not to tug back on his arm and insist that they find some dark corner to appropriate for a little while. "This is sneaky, and underhanded, and I couldn't possibly want to ravage you more if I was eating Namana fruit in a Zeltronian massage parlour!" She hissed as subtley as she was able at such close proximity to the others. A vital flaw in his plan, or had this been intentional? Whatever the intention, clarity of mind wasn't exactly coming to her easily at present. He turned to look at her when she practically hissed those words from clenched teeth. He could literally feel the heat and desire rolling off her body like waves from a tsunami in the Force. He actually hadn't expected such a reaction, it had been merely less than an hour before when they had sated each others desires... he found it amusing but needed her to stay focused. Keeping silent was another problem, since when he requested a drink, there was a mass exodus towards the bar area from their table, herself included, and had Zanear not had her by the arm, she might have made it too. The abrupt snag had her momentarily snapping into awareness again, however short lived "I don't suppose there's any chance of a swift drink when they get back, is there? I could use a very, very strong one." However clear that had been, her grip on the reality of things was slipping through her fingers like grains of the finest white sand. And an index finger she was running lightly down the center of his chest as she turned to face him ingratiatingly. "Amongst other things that is...just you and me?"A little voice inside scalded her mercilessly then, to a degree that she actually winced beneath its scrutiny. "The one time I need some fresh air and we're on a space station...typical." He chuckled a bit as she grew even more wanton, and of course the instant jealousy. He had to balance it out, or these women, and some of those men back there, might start fighting over him. As he sat he pulled her into the chair on his right, and patted her thigh. He traced a few designs on her leg with a single clawed finger, moving ever upward and over towards her inner thigh. He knew the sensation would practically drive her mad. Smiling the whole time, he looked up as several women each set a drink down in front of him, each of them fighting to get the chair on his left. When the tall and dark haired human woman finally laid claim to it, an audible groan gasped from the crowd, and the others drew chairs close as they could to him. Thank you ladies, he said in a very sad an weary tone. Your kindness to such a poor soul has made my heart glad. As he spoke they each jumped on his words, offering sincere gestures such as 'think nothing of it!', and 'anything for a soul in need' to 'it's the least we could do!' Oh my dears, he intoned, and they each took a short breath at the phrase 'my dears'. I have not been well for many weeks, and simply wish to travel to my cousin's home on Corellia itself. It's terribly important that I bring his bride here, at this he waved at Arri, home safe to him. He had me rescue her from such an awful debt... he hung his head and forced a tear to drop, which only gather sighs and moans of empathy from those gathered. My ship was damaged by pirates, and now I have no way to get off Centerpoint... he left the last unfinished, and the woman that sat next to him on his left draped her right arm around him and leaned in close. Do not fear dear man, I will help you. she breathed the words heavily, the slight intoxication she already had mingled with the whiff of pheremones had her as randy as a nexxu during mating season. For a simple, very modest fee, I can transport you and your cargo right away... she glanced at Arri, seeing her only as property or cargo, but the set in her eyes was a warning. We could leave as soon as you've had your drink? She licked her lips at the thought, and ran her left arm over and across his chest, slowly but deliberately moving ever downwards. Smiling at her Zanear answered loud enough for the others to hear. Oh thank you my dear, what a blessing. But of course I'd be happy to take you up on your generous offer. Taking a drink from the glass nearest him, he slid a couple to Arri and then several more to the woman. Here, but we must drink first, it's impolite to waste drinks. And with a wink he downed the glass, locking eyes with the woman he used to the Force to give her the idea that she should impress him by being able to out drink him. And so as he finished his she drank hers quickly, then downed another, and then another, and so it went until the drinks were gone. Zanear leaned in and whispered in her ear, Where is your ship, so that I might go and put my cousin's wife there? She needs to be made comfortable while you and I work out your payment. He smiled and had a glint in his eye, which made her pulse race and she fumbled for the key codes to her ship. Down the right corridor, bay 12. She's called the Starlight Wanderer... my names Miranda, by the way, she breathed those words and her name was spoken softly, and with intense longing. Yet she reeked of alcohol and was drunk as could be. Zanear patted her shoulder, Miranda immediately grasped his hand and kissed it several times until he gently removed it. I'll be right back, he said, and took Arri's hand helping her up and out of the chair she was in. Leading the former telbun along he made sure they were at a respectful distance, at least until after they had left the room and was now down the corridors looking for the docking bay. |
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Post by Corey Dooku on Aug 16, 2011 18:00:53 GMT -5
Corey dodges the wild blaster fire as he watched two of the guards taken down by the crate. He watches one of the guards on the left as he fire wildly in all directions. He moved quickly on him as the other three continue to find cover.
With his saber out it blocks the blaster fire from the guard in front of him, with his left hand he uses the force to grab him and lift him in the air tossing him back towards the crates on the far side of the landing bay. A couple of laser fire flies past Corey as he quickly blocks the next volley of laser fire heading his way. He counted three left before he will be able to board Selena and get he out of here.
He rushes to area of supplies that was in the landing bay just on on the other side of where two of the guards where. The volley of laser fire was landing all around Corey's location as this was starting to get him upset. He turns off his saber placing it back on his side and with both hands using force push on the supply storage that in front of him. It starts to lean and falls over on the two guards.
The last one was by his ship Selena, as he pulled his saber out once more blocking the laser fire. Corey's eyes was cold and unforgiving, the guard noticed it and tired to fire as straight as he could hoping to hit his target. One by one the laser fire missed their target as Corey was close enough to finish the last guard off.
With a blind of an eye, Corey moved with easy cutting the guards weapon in two. With his left hand he came back across with a left hook landing square on the guards face. He took a couple steps back, going down to one knee and Corey made sure that was the last thing he seen. The bottom of his boots, as he turned he notice that Selena's door was open.
Corey rushed in heading straight for the bridge of the ship, he thoght it was no time to chat they had to leave. Once on the bridge he sat down in his command chair the vines did not move to connect with him. Corey stood up...
"Selena its time to go, open fire on the landing bay door."
Nothing, Corey looked around for a moment and used to force to connect to his ship. Nothing once more as if she was no longer connected with him in the force. This angered Corey, as he yelled as he moved up grabbing the hood and slides it on his head.
"WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU! THEY WILL PAY FOR THEIR CRIME!"
Corey sits in the chair sliding his hands into the vines on the command chair as he began to move his fingers the outside door closes as the engine power up. Two of the ships as he used tentacles moved forward and open fire on the landing bay doors, blowning them open. Corey makes a call to God's Hand.
Corey "Admiral, is our guess there yet?"
Admiral "No, Lord Dooku."
Corey "Admiral, its time to go best speed out and power up shields and just run. No fighting this time, they will have to find their own way out."
Admiral "Yes, Lord Dooku."
Admiral turns to the viewscreen,"You head him, its time to go. all power to the shields, once we are clear jump to hyperspace."
God's Hand pulls out and turns shape and start its way out as a couple ships starts to move on them. Meanwhile Corey, moves his ship out of the landing bay and rushes towards God's hand. They were being fired on by two ships, Corey moved his fingers once more and again the two on the tentacles moved forward and fired a blast just missing the bridge of one ship.
Corey moves in closer along the enemy ship hull, as their attention when off God's Hand and focused on him. He stayed close enough until he seen the engines on God's Hand fired up and jumped to hyperspace and Corey knew it was time to go.
"Ok gang, thanks for the visit but its time to go."
Saying that Corey focused his thoughts and Selena moves away and also jumps to hyperspace.
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Post by arri on Aug 18, 2011 9:22:50 GMT -5
Now they were really talking, Arri thought as the schmoozing got underway, herself inclusive. She would have to remember to keep her distance next time the situation called for such 'chemical warfare' if just to keep a clear head throughout the proceedings. Knowing what he was doing was supposed to be half the battle one, but few species in this galaxy could ignore instinct. All she could do now, was attempt to ignore the raging desires within, and with it, the intense jealousy she felt when it came to the sob story he'd given these women. The way they looked at her, it shouldn't have bothered her in the slightest, she was used to it, her former 'vocation', if one could call it that, had rendered her thus: an object, property to be transported and used whenever their master dictated. But coming from this particular woman, it made Arri wish she hadn't handed that blaster rifle over.
For the time being, she sat there, doing her best to look forlorn and hard done by, eyes downcast, never meeting those of the women who looked upon her with an air of rivalry and pity both. She even added a sigh or two in all the right places, this was an act after all and she'd always been good at putting on those. Their escape from KDY was one such time.
And here they were, history repeating it's self, next time, she really would pick their destination. No more entrusting their fate to semi sentient ships or chaos - just one good measured plan.
The dull shev of polished glass sliding across wood resonated from Zanear's portion of the table to her's, and she was now staring down at one of the many beverages the women had brought over for him. Canting her head rather nonchalantly, she appropriated the drink and dipped in the tip of one finger stirring it experimentally. What could have been seen as a strange thing to do, considering, she knew the device implanted in her body, the one that was designed purely for the detection and antidote to any of the major ingestable or contact poisons favoured by would be miscreants, would have issued out a small static pulse were the drink to contain something mildly narcotic or poisonous to her person. While it was highly unlikely that they had taken the time out of their drooling stampede to get to and from the bar again to do so, it was merely a force of habit for her.
It certainly earned her a few strange looks. Looks she promptly ignored all over again and did her best to concentrate on the saccharine blue liquid in the bottom of her glass. He was right, it was impolite to waste drinks, so why not. She would need it if they were required to make a mad dash for things in the end.
Grin and bear it, you're better than this - that inner voice was chiding her again, but with every slurred, lust-laden word that Miranda uttered, Arri wanted nothing more than to give her a reason to shut up. Thankfully, she thought, there was the small measure of satisfaction she would gain from stealing this woman's ship and selling it for spare parts when they acquired a better one. Yes, she added mentally, I really do need that fresh air.
The second that Zanear had walked away from their newest charge, and had taken her by the arm, the entire act had dropped - though, not before they were well out of earshot. The former telbun glowered at no one in particular, nose wrinkled in mock-disgust as she repeated in an almost jeuvanile way, the words that woman had uttered. "My name's Miranda by the way..."
Rolling her eyes and bearing that jealousy like a lightsaber, Arri trained her deep green eyes on the male beside her. "...Tell me we're not actually going to be back in a moment, I want to enjoy selling this ship for scrap knowing she's up here seething."
That didn't quite cover it, but as the lure of the pheromones began to fade, clarity soon returned to her mind and they were now entering the the doors to the civillian hangar bay, a rather busy hanger too, with several frieghters parked up nearby. It was going to take them a small while to find the Starlight Wanderer but if they split up they could do it in double the time.
"You take the left, i'll take the right? And if one of us does not meet the other in the middle of a row, we can assume the other has found it." There was probably a quicker way, in fact, she knew there was, but it would mean risking being caught a lot quicker than if they simply did a bit of covert searching. Then there was every male's least favorite option. But it was still a viable one. "Or...we could just ask for directions."
Arri remembered the arduous hours Kaur had spent reminding everyone around him that he didn't need directions to wherever his destination was. Hours that could have been spent getting there had he done just that.
"That is, assuming your entourage doesn't catch up with you first." A sickly sweet smile beset her lips, "Just so you are aware. If that happens, I'm using you as bait."
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Aug 18, 2011 22:49:16 GMT -5
The second that Zanear had walked away from their newest charge, and had taken her by the arm, the entire act had dropped - though, not before they were well out of earshot. The former telbun glowered at no one in particular, nose wrinkled in mock-disgust as she repeated in an almost juvenile way, the words that woman had uttered. "My name's Miranda by the way..." Rolling her eyes and bearing that jealousy like a lightsaber, Arri trained her deep green eyes on the male beside her. "...Tell me we're not actually going to be back in a moment, I want to enjoy selling this ship for scrap knowing she's up here seething.", he said mock-teasing her. She was simply wanton with lust mere minutes ago, and the jealousy was a side effect of getting her riled up as it were. He expected it, but would pay it no mind. It happened to every woman that fell under a Falleen's pheromone spell. And no, we won't be back, unless all your gonna do is whine about it? he asked her with a raised eyebrow. His grin clued her in to his joking, but she was fit to be tied...although that feeling would fade away in a bit of time as well. She might even feel guilty, but he wouldn't let her obsess about that either. That didn't quite cover it, but as the lure of the pheromones began to fade, clarity soon returned to her mind and they were now entering the the doors to the civilian hangar bay, a rather busy hanger too, with several freighters parked up nearby. It was going to take them a small while to find the Starlight Wanderer but if they split up they could do it in double the time. "You take the left, I'll take the right? And if one of us does not meet the other in the middle of a row, we can assume the other has found it." There was probably a quicker way, in fact, she knew there was, but it would mean risking being caught a lot quicker than if they simply did a bit of covert searching. Then there was every male's least favorite option. But it was still a viable one. "Or...we could just ask for directions." Arri remembered the arduous hours Kaur had spent reminding everyone around him that he didn't need directions to wherever his destination was. Hours that could have been spent getting there had he done just that. "That is, assuming your entourage doesn't catch up with you first." A sickly sweet smile beset her lips, "Just so you are aware. If that happens, I'm using you as bait." He nods as she lays out her plan. It's a good one, but he had a better one. I tell you what, see the dock master over there? That man would gladly give directions to such a fine beauty as you...go ask him and I'll hang back here... and don't worry about my entourage... he intoned the last with a false sweet smile. I can always get a ride from any of those other ladies... |
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Post by arri on Aug 21, 2011 13:52:07 GMT -5
The former telbun drew herself up as if to deny the accusation - but she couldn't bring herself to do it, it would have been a lie. She was jealous, in unworldly portions too, though for the life of her she couldn't think just why. Nothing that had happened back there had been genuine, it had even been her idea to use Zanear's unique abilities to swindle them a way out of that place and off this station. Arri should have been giddy with happiness that they were finally getting out of here, but with every word that hideous excuse for a woman had uttered, the hotter was her temper.
Now, walking away from the recreation area, she was feeling marginally better with every step. His quips only served as a reminder of just what she had been feeling, but she could make neither head nor tail of it.
"The datacards weren't joking when they said those pheromones are quite potent, were they?" Arri muttered, feeling more than a little foolish and embarrassed for her outburst. Jealousy wasn't ever really an emotion that had manifested it's self in her before. Not something she was accustomed to feeling and truth be told, she didn't want to feel it again. It was nasty, acrid, and clung to her with a poisonous heat that tainted her words and mannerisms. She hated to be honest about this, but it was probably the most Kuati thing about her, the reluctance to feel anything she considered herself to be above and beyond. "Congratulations Arri...you're human." Sheepishly, she looked over at Zanear again, who looked particularly proud of himself at this moment in time.
"I'm sorry about....all that. I'm not really sure where that came from." Thankfully for her, each step she took closer to the hanger, the more the effects began to fade.
Appearing mock incredulous, she shook her head at him mirthfully begrudgingly. Soon enough she would feel her usual self, though for the time being it was better to play down the lingering after effects of those pheromones. At least now she knew when he was using them and when he was not. That interlude in the workers quarters had been all unaided by the latter. This much filled her with happiness and a measure of confidence to boot.
A simple tossed glance back at the man Zanear had pointed out to her, told her everything she needed to know. This would be too easy, but a chance to test her mettle as it were. He was the archetype of Corellian. A sandy haired man who kept his hair in that longer shade of short crop and wore practical yet stereotypically corellian kit. Blood stripe and all - Arri tried not to laugh, he appeared to be trying his hardest to look like the famous Han Solo.
A long theatrical sigh saw her laying a gentle hand upon the falleen's forearm, earnestly looking him in the eye she saw fit to respond to his entourage comment. "If you must. But at least remember to share if you do. I don't like being left out." Provocation and general jovialness had been her aim, and she left him wondering while she crossed the hanger floor towards the dock master, suddenly wishing she'd picked out something a little more eye catching to wear for the job. Still, it kept prying eyes away from her and served a purpose.
He never looked up once, far too busy to concern himself with the approaching footfalls, the sound of the holonet playing on the vidscreen behind him drowning out the sound of her boots on durasteel plated deck. He seemed engrossed in the reports playing on the GNN, the situation on Corellia was worstening it seemed and there was now round the clock coverage of the events that had been transpiring in the past few hours. Not least of all the security alert on centerpoint it's self.
Arri was nearly at the desk terminal when the sandy haired man did look up. But only for a second, drawing her attention with a disgruntled throw of one hand in the general vicinity of the vidscreen.
"Would you look at that...if things get much worse we all know where this is going..." He said disdainfully. Arri couldn't work out if he actually meant it or not, he seemed oddly cocky for someone who's world was on the brink of war.
"I'm sorry, what seems to be the problem miss?"
She smiled broadly, flashing those pearly whites with her most alluring gaze. This time, she had his full attention.
"It's rather embarrassing really...A friend of mine said she would meet me here, her ship should have docked some time ago, it's just I haven't been able to raise her on her comlink. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the Starlight Wanderer? It's quite urgent, we need to make it back on world within the next few hours. "
While the man glanced down at the small screen inset in the terminal and began punching keys, she glanced down at what he was doing, deliberately catching his eye and holding that stare but for a moment, then looked away with a small flourish in her expression, lending to the appearence that she might have been exhibiting shyness.
The man before her shifted slightly and cocked his head to one side, perhaps in a gesture of discomfort. Then he resumed looking for what she was after.
"Let's see what we got here... you know I'm under orders not to let anyone leave this hanger without proper clearence, right? Security have had a bit of a situation below decks. It's a code five."
Arri didn't know what a code five was, but it sounded like an obstacle. Just one more thing to overcome then. Bribery wasn't any good either. While she had enough credits to get them by, she didn't have the sort of sizable ammount he might accept, besides that, she didn't think that would be the sort of payment one like him would ask for, if just for the fact he hadn't looked at her face for more than twenty seconds had been anything to go by.
While he searched, she was drawn again to the vidscreen behind his head, and the reports scrolling across it's matte surface. The headlines over with, there now came the galaxy wide report, with regional headlines that she had become so accustomed to hearing over the years, she had scarecely paid it any attention. Arri was even about to look away and find some other means to distract him into giving them clearance, when one report really did catch her eyes.
There on the vidscreen, in full living colour, was her face as captured by a KDY surveilance holocam, dead on and in profile, all accompanied by a huttese marquee requesting information on her whereabouts.
A chill unfurled up her spine- what would the hutts want with her? She had never even travelled in hutt space, her now deceased master never had dealings with them. How in all the worlds in this galaxy, had they come to be in possession of such footage unless...
-Tress, it had to have been Tress.
"....280982G.....miss? Are you alright?" The voice of the dockmaster intoned, snapping Arri back harshly into the here and now with a blink and start.
"Yes...yes, sorry, I was miles away, it's just that..." Just that what? What could she have said, this really wasn't a time to lose her nerve and she needed to keep his attention away from that report. "...that this trip, it's very important, my friend back there...he's got some important news to deliver to someone on world, a life debt he owed his now dead partner. His family need to hear it and hear it from him before the news is delivered officially."
She could already see the citation was on the tip of his tongue, so she did the only thing she knew to do. Appeal to that weakness of his. Instantly, her hand slid over his, caressing it's way sinewously up to his wrist, long slender fingertips gently squeezing in silent askence.
"I would be very grateful, if you would just wave procedure this one time. My friend and he need that clearence...I can wait here on centerpoint until she returns and in the meanwhile...well," She leaned provocatively over the terminal, dangerously close to him and just far back enough that he had a superb view of some of her other assets. And a quick look at his tabard told her his name "We can find a way to keep ourselves occupied, can't we Stenn?" Sultry didn't come close to how she'd uttered it, and evidently it was enough...Arri had never seen a man work so fast, fingertips flying over the keys, and in a few swift punches, it was done.
"You're friend's got thirty standard minutes, if anyone asks it's on emergency grounds. Just don't give my name will ya? I've already got one strike against my name this month, I don't need another." Stenn responded, and the former telbun was positively beaming.
"Of course, thank you...you've been most helpful." Straightening back up, she turned and began to saunter back towards where she had left Zanear, safely out of sight of the terminal. But before she vanished around the corner, she paused and turned to look back at the sandy haired man who's gaze still wasn't anywhere near her eyes. "I'll meet you in the recreation lounge as soon as I have seen them off. The name's Miranda, by the way. Be sure to ask for me at the bar, they'll point you in the right direction. I'll be waiting, Stenn."
A wink more and she had vanished from view.
"See ya then...Miranda." Came the lustful sounding response. It was like all his life days had come at once. There was something to be said for lockdowns after all.
Still beaming and exceedingly pleased with herself on all counts, she quickly spied Zanear waiting for her where she'd left him.
"Birth 280992G...and we have clearence...a small problem though...I'll have to explain it on the way, though, we don't have much time."
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Aug 21, 2011 15:38:01 GMT -5
He smiled at her comments, especially the one about sharing. Of course he knew better, under any such circumstance he knew she'd happily slit any woman's throat that dared to share their bed...or any such other place they might find suitable. So it was with a bit glee that he had when he watched her walk away, she sashyed that bottom like she was on the catwalk on Hapes, showing off the newest designs in clothing. Yeah, once we are on the ground...I'm going to have to indulge in some extra special one on one time with her...again. he thought to himself, and the very thought brought a wicked smile to his lips. But then again, he'd just been fawned over by half a dozen ladies. Somehow that was always good for the ego. Leaning back and waiting for Arri to conclude her business, he completely missed the news broadcast on the holonet screen across the way. He had been too busy cleaning his clawed fingers to even pay attention, but then a tingle went up and down his spine, literally a moment before hot breath and a husky voice spoke in his ear. Well hello there... a female voice intoned, her hot breath and heavy perfume mix catching the Falleen off guard, enough so that he started. As he turned she laid her arms across his chest and pulled him close. He was surpirsed, yet so very glad it wasn't Miranda... instead it was one of the other girls that had gotten him a drink. Oh, well Hello! You startled me... Zanear said, trying to recover his balance and only falling deeper into her arms, a pair of which quickly embraced him ever closer, squeezing him up agaisnt her massive mammory glands. I know you said you were coming back...but I just wanted a chance to say goodbye to you one on one..hmmmm she purred the words, her desire was like a white hot dwarf star. He had the feeling that this Corellian woman might yet indeed already have reached a climatic experience just by touching him, he could literally feel the pleasure and joy emanating through the Force from her. Ah, well yes...of course...what did you say your name was again? he asked, feigning a slight bit of intoxicantion from his earlier drinking. Drawing his body ever closer to hers, she began to breathe very hard, running her hands all along the spinal ridge on his back and neck, then over his now bald head, knocking the scarf he had tied around and over down to the ground. Never mind that...there's a storage closet right around this corner.. and she pulled away from him, now sliding her hands along his arms and grabbing his wrists. The entire episode was straight out of a holo-novel, and as he looked over he saw Arri's rather perfect behind as she bent over to mock seduce the dockmaster. The woman dragged him around the corner, and made straight away for the closet. Pushing him hard up agaisnt the wall next to the door, her right hand now caressed his cheek, and she used the left to slide a keycard, opening the door. There was a whoosh, and the next thing he knew they were both inside. The light stayed on only for a second and then she was pressed up to him, desperately trying to kiss him in the dark. He finally got his wits back enough to recover, and avoided letting any of those kisses land on his lips. He now moved his hands around her waist and then steadily up her back, until he reached her neck. With a strong grip he found that certain nerve...and squeezed, hard. At first she moaned at his hands touching her, but with the clamp she barked out a short yelp, then fell to the ground unconcious. Feeling around for her keycard, he took it and stood up, leaving the closet. Looking himself over he wiped her lipstick off his face and straighted his clothes. He had to learn to be a tad bit more careful next time. So it was only a few moments later that he walked back around and leaned up on the wall as before, awaiting for Arri to return. He had only to wait a moment and then there she was. Still beaming and exceedingly pleased with herself on all counts, she quickly spied Zanear waiting for her where she'd left him. "Birth 280992G...and we have clearence...a small problem though...I'll have to explain it on the way, though, we don't have much time." he trailed off and then shook his head. Nevermind, I already took care of it. Tell me what's going on as we get to the ship. Now he was certainly in a hurry. If this woman would come looking for him, how many others would get the same idea? Maybe he'd put too much oomfp in his last release. He hadn't used it in a long time. Following her lead he began to look at the numbers to see where they were in relation to the Starlight Wanderer. She had said it was close...and sure enough, looking at the numbers it was only six spots away... that very second one past the Dockmaster. They'd have to go right by him again to get there, and boy that would be a bit strange. Well lover, there it is. Any ideas of getting us there? |
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Post by arri on Aug 22, 2011 11:00:29 GMT -5
Returning to him like that, she never thought to ask him why he looked so flustered, though it was noticable, along with the lipstick smudge upon his neckline. There wasn't time for a casual interrogation right now, time was of the essence and it looked like they had everything against them. No pressure then, Arri thought with a mental roll of her eyes.
"A potentially big problem, actually. Someone has put out a request for information on my whereabouts and I wouldn't mind betting who, either." It got worse, so she explained while they walked briskly towards their destination, passing several droid service crews along the way, "But get this, it was broadcasting on the hutt network, now every mercinary and bounty hunter this side of the core is going to be after a quick credit..." She might have held her head in her hands, were she not intent on seeing this through and out the other side. Drawing attention to themselves was not the aim of the game, anymore than already anyway.
"I thought out of everyone, he would have understood why I did this. I kept his secret, he should have extended the same favour!"
Zanear had drawn them to a halt then, just out of sight of the dockmaster's terminal again. Pointing the way, she followed the angular jut of his claw-tipped index finger, to the berth they were looking for - and Arri's heart sank just a little bit further. There it was, on the opposite side of the terminal, they were going to have to pass the dockmaster in order to make it there. The falleen would be like a gleaming pink or green beacon, and she? Well, he was already in the belief they were about to be on more than friendly terms when next they met, if he saw her heading towards the ship, he'd put two and two together in no time.
"Kriffing luck!" She cursed under her breath, this was all they needed. "I told him my friend aboard the ship was going to take you on world, though I didn't exactly explain who you were, only that you had a life debt to fulfill and that I would be staying behind to 'thank' our dear dockmaster there for waving protocol."
Of course, that would be completely out the airlock if Arri herself walked by with Zanear, one of the afformentioned security issues. Unless that man at the terminal was several slices short of a whole Vweilu cake, then they could expect extreme action to be taken immediately.
A thought briefly formulated in her mind, though initially she found it so obsurd that she didn't give it too much depth. But they were desparate here, that 30 minute window was closing with every second they tarried in one spot, uselessly. Beggars couldn't be choosers.
Her eyes fell to the silver shimmer lipstick smudges the falleen still bore around his neckline, and narrowed pensively. Biting down softly on her lower lip her expression smoothed out when she next looked him in the eye.
"That problem of yours, did it happen to look like one of the five women we met in the cantina back there?" The blonde already supposed that they had, he'd had quite the entourage there for a while, and it had been all nine hells to try and tear him away from them. It made perfect sense to her, at least, for them to have followed him at a pace, try their luck where there was less competition. This made sense simply because it was what she would have done in their position. She spoke from first hand experience.
"Think you could persuade her to entertain my friend at the terminal for oh...as long as it took us to sneak past?" Arri had seen the way those women literally clambered over one another to get to the bar when he'd requested a drink, why not use that to their advantage now? He didn't have to tell them they were jetting off without her. Barring that, it would mean a plan that involved either crawling on their bellies past the terminal, or disguising Zanear well enough to make the dockmaster beleive he was human - a disguise they really didn't have at such short notice.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Aug 25, 2011 10:41:46 GMT -5
"A potentially big problem, actually. Someone has put out a request for information on my whereabouts and I wouldn't mind betting who, either." It got worse, so she explained while they walked briskly towards their destination, passing several droid service crews along the way, "But get this, it was broadcasting on the hutt network, now every mercinary and bounty hunter this side of the core is going to be after a quick credit..." "I thought out of everyone, he would have understood why I did this. I kept his secret, he should have extended the same favour!" Zanear raised an eyebrow at that. This Tress character was starting to get annoying. And the Hutts...he'd have to see what kind of connections he had to deal with them. This would require more then a simple tattoo removal. I hate to say this, but you may have to change your looks. Which would be a shame. he sort of pouted at that. He rather liked her just the way she was. - and Arri's heart sank just a little bit further. There it was, on the opposite side of the terminal, they were going to have to pass the dockmaster in order to make it there. The falleen would be like a gleaming pink or green beacon, and she? Well, he was already in the belief they were about to be on more than friendly terms when next they met, if he saw her heading towards the ship, he'd put two and two together in no time. "Kriffing luck!" She cursed under her breath, this was all they needed. "I told him my friend aboard the ship was going to take you on world, though I didn't exactly explain who you were, only that you had a life debt to fulfill and that I would be staying behind to 'thank' our dear dockmaster there for waving protocol.", he said with great humor. I have an idea if it comes to that...Her eyes fell to the silver shimmer lipstick smudges the falleen still bore around his neckline, and narrowed pensively. Biting down softly on her lower lip her expression smoothed out when she next looked him in the eye. "That problem of yours, did it happen to look like one of the five women we met in the cantina back there?" The blonde already supposed that they had, he'd had quite the entourage there for a while, and it had been all nine hells to try and tear him away from them. It made perfect sense to her, at least, for them to have followed him at a pace, try their luck where there was less competition. This made sense simply because it was what she would have done in their position. She spoke from first hand experience. "Think you could persuade her to entertain my friend at the terminal for oh...as long as it took us to sneak past?" Arri had seen the way those women literally clambered over one another to get to the bar when he'd requested a drink, why not use that to their advantage now? He didn't have to tell them they were jetting off without her. Barring that, it would mean a plan that involved either crawling on their bellies past the terminal, or disguising Zanear well enough to make the dockmaster beleive he was human - a disguise they really didn't have at such short notice. he kind of half-grinned at that. She was a little too forward. I had to subdue her into unconsiousness. So uh..that won't work. we may have to go with option two... this was bound to drive her into a fit, but he had to try something. I may have to get Miranda...when we get in the ship then you could lure the dockmaster out, can you subdue him? if not then you may simply have to blast him once you've gotten him back to his quarters. I cab take care of Miranda, easily enough. Once you've got him taken care of then come right to the ship and were gone. He didn't know how she'd take that, but it was the best first thing that came to his mind. |
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Post by arri on Sept 6, 2011 11:30:29 GMT -5
The subtle dilation of her pupils was the only sign that she definitely did not like the sound of that. Such things were easily performed, and with the right bacta treatment the pain was minimal, but the results were very permenant and Arri did not like that, not at all. The other option was to spend the rest of her days travelling around in disguise, not very practical when all you wanted was some downtime. The life of a fugitive, but even they needed a chance for rest and respite from the galaxy. What had she let herself in for?
If Zanear was thinking Tress was going to be a problem, then she shared his thoughts. Sad, really, that it had to be this way, she would rather not like to encounter him again, simply because she didn't wish for this to become a kill or be killed situation. She wasn’t going back to Kuat, not to face charges, not even to see her family, if such people could indeed be called family anymore. Her biological parents had given her up long ago.
“Then don’t say it.” She replied, mutely rather than cold, though her voice betrayed little emotion, “It’s not an option.”
Question was, what was?
Pensively she considered his plan, it was a hasty one, but there wasn't really much time for anything more comprehensive. If she couldn't subdue the dockmaster then she'd simply have to do as Zanear had suggested, which in it's self might cause more problems. More choas then, it wasn't as if they hadn't seen their fair share lately, what was a little more into the mix?
The prospect of bringing Miranda back into this wasn't one she wanted to consider right now, that retiscent bad feeling she had towards the woman still lingered in her mind. Not that she was usually the jealous type, it was hard to be in her line of work. What was her line of work anyway. Normally, that wouldn't have bothered her in the slightest. At least now she knew just how effective those pheromones of his really were.
"Alright, we stick to your plan, I'll do what I can to give you the time you'll need. Just be ready to leave in a hurry." She said with a wink. Her plan was to hit the ground running with this one, draw him out and away from his station and dispose of him in as quiet a fashion as possible. Easier said than done, she feared.
"But bring Miranda with us and I shove her out the airlock."
With a stern and resolute nod, she headed back toward the dockmaster's station, making this every bit the performance of sultry nature and seductive intentions as she had made her retreat.
Unsurprisingly, she had the sandy-haired man's attention almost immediately.
"I thought you were waiting for me in the rec room?" He asked in that same cocky, self assured tone he'd used with her before, beckoning forth a smile from the blonde across the way. Smiling sweetly as she was, Arri didn't utter a single word until she was just over a meter away from his person, then sashayed her way around the side of the console he was hurriedly attempting to log out of.
"I had a better idea" She purred wickedly, literally taking matters into her own hands when she reached out, grabbed a fist full of his tunic in order to pull him flush against her. Her lips landed on his possessively, as she kissed him in a way that left no doubt about her intentions, and while he might have been shocked at first, that surprise soon turned into a abject response. And soon enough his hands were roaming the subtle curvature of her spine up and up further still to tangle in her hair, drawing her into that kiss deeply.
Arri hadn't intended to make a show of it, but it would have looked quite the sight, and however repulsed she might have felt at doing this to someone she had absolutely no interest in, she shelved that thought in the still compartmentalised part of her mind, the one she had always retreated to when 'dealing' with the late Kaur Kuhlvult. As suddenly as she had set upon the dockmaster, she pulled back just enough to give them some room to breathe, and for her to utter, "Is there somewhere more private we can go?"
His eyes seemed to darken further in lust, egged on by the subtle change in her already highly suggestive smile. Gently, but precise about her actions, she trailed a fingertip down the center of his chest, lingering at the fastenings to that tunic he wore. The point was to suggest her impatience, and he read that well.
"Supervisors office, just up those stairs back there." He indicated to the durasteel staircase that wound up to a set of offices that overlooked the docking bay, as long as Arri kept his back to the viewports, there would be no problems. "He won't be back until tomorrow."
The blonde's eyes lit up like stars, and she dropped her hand to his wrist, giving it a gentle tug as she drew away from him towards the afformentioned staircase, just as he was about to move in for more of what she'd given him earlier. He wouldn't get that, but keeping him keen was important.
"Nuh uh...what are we waiting for?"
He returned her smile with equal fervor, in a way that should have made her feel disgusted inside, she simply didn't have time. "Absolutely nothing, let's go"
A knowingly coy giggle, and she was practically pulling him up those stairs.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Sept 6, 2011 20:05:50 GMT -5
He watched from afar as she worked her way over to the dock-master once again, using her considerable talents to seduce the man once more. When she kissed him Zanear felt a tinge of something. It couldn't possibly be jealousy, could it? He'd never felt that way before.
Shaking his head to clear whatever sensation that had entered his mind, he realized that she had did the work for him, and that he didn't need Miranda to sneak past the now empty security station. Grinning and twirling the key card in his hands he strolled to the docking bay, and calmly entered the key card into the slot. With a click and a hiss of compressed air the ramp lowered, and the Falleen entered the ship.
Easy as Hapan wine... he said to himself. Strolling about the ship he found that it was a bit bigger then it appeared on the outside. in the back there were several large storage areas filled with crates and boxes of cargo. Idly he walked among them, until he came to one that was slightly open. Lifting the lid he saw something entirely unexpected... spice. He shook his head and smiled wickedly. So Miranda was a spice smuggler... they could make a tidy profit after all, and the best part...
That thought ended just as soon as it started. His senses were tingling like mad up and down his spine, and he raced back towards the ramp. Sithspit! he thought to himself. He'd left the thing open! and now there were several voices on the outside. The first sounded male, kind of whiny. He was saying something about someone being drunk....and thats when he heard the next voice. It was Miranda! She sounded angry, and suspicious, and even though she slurred her words and was obviously drunk, she was yelling at this man to get the rest of the crew.
Zanear hung his head. Why oh why? Were sooo close... he muttered softly to himself. Timing, now more then ever, would be critical. Standing up he called down the ramp.
Miranda? for this he put a touch of the Force behind his words. My dear there you are! Are we ready to go?
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Outside the ship the young human male simply gaped. His Captain went from drunkenly threatening to kill him to standing perfectly straight, her head cocked to the side as if listening to a voice far away. Her eyes held a sort of blank stare, and the boy ran off towards the DockMaster.... only to find nobody there. Quickly he fumbled through his pockets, retrieving then promptly dropping his comm. The thing clattered and bounced across the floor, his own awkward and erratic movements only ended up with him kicking the thing as he reached for it. It was comical for several minutes, until finally he fell down and just reached out and grabbed it. Rolling onto his back, he sighed relief...then sat bolt upright. His Captain was in danger! He thumbed the comm and began to speak rapidly...
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Miranda followed the voice. The voice owned her, it guided and directed her, it flowed through her. She felt the voice and was the voice. Her will, normally quite strong, had taken a bit of a beating with not only the massive amounts of alcohol she had drank, bu the lingering effects of the Falleen's pheromones had her all twisted up. Now add the Force into the mix and she was like putty in his hands. Zanear continued to call her, moving more and more towards the room he had seen was her Captain's quarters. Soon she was there, and he was laying on the bed, his shirt off and the rest of him under the covers. He lay on his side and hisses her name. Come to me... he commanded, his tone brooking no disobedience. Not that she had any will left to resist, She staggered toward him, half falling as she collapsed into his arms. He pulled her onto the bed, and turned so that she was up against the wall. She sighed, and ran her hands all over his neck and chest, and he leaned in to kiss her. Once locked in that passionate moment, he sent her a simple signal to the brain.
Sleep.
And sleep she did, his kiss pulling away slowly, and her breathing becoming deep and heavy, her eyes already closed. Tossing off the covers he stood, his pants and boots still on. Causally he donned his shirt back on, and went to the pilot's station. Doing a quick pre-flight checklist, he fired up the engines.
Quickly Arri! he thought to himself. We need to go, now!
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Post by arri on Oct 1, 2011 12:29:28 GMT -5
((sorry about the break guys, emergency chaos over!))
No one was around to hear the cufuffle that had gone on inside the supervisors operation tower, just as the dockmaster had stated there would be. Arri could have scarcely believed her good fortune when she had stumbled upon a pair of stuncuffs just left laying around on the supervisors desk, partially hanging out of one drawer, she had procured those as subtly as possible, pocketing them a second later while she and her new charge got down to business...or so he would think.
Moments later, and none the worse for wear, she was sauntering down the steps of the tower again at a rather leisurely pace. They didn't wish for it to look suspicious, even if time was something they were in short supply of. Carelessness could cost them much more. At her back, somewhere in the vague sounding background, almost drowned out by the thrum and buzz of various machines, the blonde could hear the angry outbursts and profanities of the man she had quite literally left with his trousers around his ankles. He wouldn’t be getting out of that bind anytime soon.
Perhaps she should have felt bad about that? There simply wasn’t time to consider it.
Once under the cover of the closely berthed ships, she broke into a run, surprising herself at just how fast she could move when she put her mind to it. Urgency sped her onwards, until she was within the sight of the landing ramp. The ship bore no outward signs of it being Miranda’s, but it was the only one in the designated bay, a rather understated, practical vessel if ever she had seen one, that surprised Arri for more reasons than one. Miranda seemed so outwardly overstated, she wouldn’t have shown any signs of shock if it had been bright pink, but who would paint a ship such a colour unless they really wished to tick someone off.
The Kuati didn’t slow down when she reached the bottom of the ramp, her first footing a sure one, she dashed up into the loading space at full tilt, nearly tripping base over apex on a stack of containers, that could have held a hutt’s criminal empire’s worth of spice for all she knew or cared.
“Zanear? I hope you’ve got this thing ready because we’re going to need to-” A shrill sounding noise of a klaxon began resonating throughout the hanger’s cavernous spaces, ringing in Arri’s ears like the shrill cry of some monotonous sounding beast. And it might as well have been, no one aboard their ship needed to be told what that sound was, but everyone was going to need to ramp things up a bit.
“A little sooner than expected but we can still pull this off....I think.” She muttered to no one in particular, ambling her way hastily around the vessel’s dimly lit ring coridoor and stumbling into one of the cabins.
There, sprawled out upon one of the bunks, completely stark naked, lay a woman Arri might have shown nothing but contempt towards. Dark haired and evidently it was not natural, she appeared disturbingly inert and unresponsive to Arri’s loud intrusion, or the blasting sounds of that siren still ringing out in the background. She had been about to check if the woman was still breathing, when a loud snort of a sound eminated from Miranda’s nasal cavity, followed by her hastily turning over and making herself comfortable all over again.
Sleeping, Arri realized, she was just sleeping...
Resisting the urge to cover the self embarrassed woman’s blushes, she turned on her heels and tried to find her way through the small ship’s compartments in the general direction of the cockpit. This thing was going to need a kick start at this rate...and they without an oversized foot.
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Oct 6, 2011 10:47:54 GMT -5
The ship bore no outward signs of it being Miranda’s, but it was the only one in the designated bay, a rather understated, practical vessel if ever she had seen one, that surprised Arri for more reasons than one. Miranda seemed so outwardly overstated, she wouldn’t have shown any signs of shock if it had been bright pink, but who would paint a ship such a colour unless they really wished to tick someone off. The Kuati didn’t slow down when she reached the bottom of the ramp, her first footing a sure one, she dashed up into the loading space at full tilt, nearly tripping base over apex on a stack of containers, that could have held a hutt’s criminal empire’s worth of spice for all she knew or cared. “Zanear? I hope you’ve got this thing ready because we’re going to need to-” The sounds of the alarm going off startled the Falleen as he dashed into the cockpit. The area was elegantly laid out, some serious modifications had been done to expand the room for the four seats and each station. Some of the latest hardware was on display, with a option for a single pilot to slave control all systems. He sat at the pilots chair and finished the checks he had started, turning the engine over. She hummed to life smoothly, and with great satisfaction he lifted the ship up on her repulsors and backed her out of the hanger bay. The ship entered the blackness of space and she handled like a dream. He turned her elegantly, spinning down and toward Corellia proper. Pushing her forward she jumped into high gear quickly, tossing him back into the seat briefly, until the compensator's kicked in. It was thrilling to fly, and while he wasn't the greatest of pilots he could certainly handle a top of the line system like this. As the ship moved quickly towards the surface, he began to look over all the controls, but soon realized that 90% of them were key code locked. The more evidence he had the more firmly he believed that Miranda, and her ship, were smugglers. The crew he had to fight off certainly lent credence to that theory, plus all the spice she had in the back. The ship itself was a testament, being average at best on the outside and state of the art on the inside. “A little sooner than expected but we can still pull this off....I think.” She muttered to no one in particular, ambling her way hastily around the vessel’s dimly lit ring corridor and stumbling into one of the cabins. There, sprawled out upon one of the bunks, completely stark naked, lay a woman Arri might have shown nothing but contempt towards. Dark haired and evidently it was not natural, she appeared disturbingly inert and unresponsive to Arri’s loud intrusion, or the blasting sounds of that siren still ringing out in the background. She had been about to check if the woman was still breathing, when a loud snort of a sound emanated from Miranda’s nasal cavity, followed by her hastily turning over and making herself comfortable all over again. Sleeping, Arri realized, she was just sleeping... Resisting the urge to cover the self embarrassed woman’s blushes, she turned on her heels and tried to find her way through the small ship’s compartments in the general direction of the cockpit. As he discovered these things he could hear the sounds of someone coming up the way. Closing his eyes, he concentrated, and sensed the familiar presence of Arri, and just her. Releasing a breath he grinned. He had seen her board with the landing ramp camera, so he knew she was on right away. He just didn't want any new surprises. Arri, in here, this way. He called to her, his voice a beacon for her to follow. Once she managed to enter, her waved a hand at the co-pilot's station. How experienced a pilot are you? He asked her once she had a chance to settle in. Quickly he went over the controls and should her just how sophisticated the systems were. She flies like a dream, but everything is code locked right here at the pilot's station. More then anything this points to the fact we just absconded a smugglers vessel. I'm afraid the dear Captain will be none too pleased when she awakens...which won't be for at least ten hours. I put her into a deep Force trance sleep that should have her out cold.After about fifteen minutes the planet came closer and closer, and he began cycling her ID tags, she had at least a dozen. Best we come in broadcasting a different set of ID's if the alarms went off I'm sure the ship is already reported stolen. See that line of ships moving towards the planet? We can just hop into that line like we've been there all the time, waiting patiently. And just like that he moved the ship in between some approaching vessels and the line that had already formed up. Picking the middle of the pack, he settled on The Jeweled Lady, and broadcast that frequency. Leaning back in his chair, he turned to Arri once again. That was easy. |
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