Corebound and Kar - Mike | Adam and Myn - Adam | Estra and Hobbie
- Shel | Feni - Leah | Shawn - Shawn | Wes - Alison | Gavin and Reilin -
Isa | Jag - Corey | Chandra - Dana
Corebound Rogue : ----=====start sim=====----
Corebound Rogue : ===4 of the pilots of rogue squadron are standing
ready in the combat sim room====
Derek H Klivian: -=sighs in wait, helmet tucked under
his arm=-
Corebound Rogue : ===techs are scrambling over the new equipment
hooked into the simulators, making final preparations, as a Major from
the NR's R&D department gives the training mission briefing====
Wes Janson: So, I was
with her and she was going, "Yes Wes, give it to me!" and I'm like "Calm
down Woman, I'm not even touching you yet!" Some kind of freaky hormones...
-=grins at Hobbie over cup of caf=-
Derek H Klivian: -=slaps his forehead=- I think you're
delusional -=chuckle=-
Fenig Durak: ::Were Fenig there at this exact moment
to hear Wes, she'd interject 'bout how he's a fibber, but she's not so he
got off lucky::
Gavin Darklighter: ::He's sitting back in one of the chairs, his feet resting
on the other, arms crossed, head down::
Fenig Durak: ::Instead she's off making tweaks
and final checks on today's opponents and the like. Whistling::
Wes Janson: So then her boyfriend walks in... he's cussing
up a storm. Finally I just up and pull out that fake massuse Id i had made
all those years ago and I'm like, "Hey buddy, I'm just doing what she paid
me for."
Corebound Rogue : ::clears his throat:: I thank you for your
participation in the exercise, Rogue Squadron. this test will give us critical
data necessary to completing the new AI system for use in the the combat
simulators
Derek H Klivian: Oh my TAWG, you still have that ID?
I thought you got rid of it ages a- -=stops talking=-
Gavin Darklighter: :: He opens one eye, as He starts talking, then sits up, both
eyes open yawning::..sorry...
Corebound Rogue : in particular, we're testing the space superiority
module of the AI. you'll be flying standard T-65 A2 X-wings against identical
starfighters in deep space combat settings
Derek H Klivian: -=nods=-
Corebound Rogue : Rogue Squadron will be designated as Blue
Squadron for this excercise. standard payload of proton torpedoes in all
snubfighters... ::begins listing off other none too critical data on the
excercise::
Gavin Darklighter: ::whispers back to hobbie:: that means we're blue not red
right?
Fenig Durak: ::pipes up from the...the... where
she's checking on things (::has a turkey sammich in mouth:: ) :: Don't
forget to tell them to make suggestions!
Shawn Lovelett: ::He shifted in his seat as he let out another snore, his
helmet was still tightly about his head. As was the standard flight uniform,
he was known well for finding strange places to fall asleep in, unknowngly
a member of this littl
Shawn Lovelett: e incident.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He shifted in his make shift bed , his gloveds hands
hanging out the side, as he brought in a breath and let it out in a snore.::
Derek H Klivian: -=reaches over and taps Shawn's helmeted
head with his gloves=-
Corebound Rogue : ::finishes up the briefing and dismisses the
pilots to their simulators::
Shawn Lovelett: ::His comm link was hooked up to his helmet so that if
anyone needed them all they had to do was comm him. His orders for the
moment had been to simply fly escort.::
Derek H Klivian: -=right hand in a cast, healing from
some unspecified injury, moves aside to silently watch the pilots enter
the simpods=-
Col Jagged Fel: -=raises out of his seat and moves over to
his pod=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He shook his head as his right gloved hand kneaded the
back of his neck. His left hand had the helmet, he got up and out of his
chair.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He listened to the sound of his black boots falling heavly
as he mumbled to himself.::
Wes Janson: -=stands
up and stretches, flexing his back and hearing a few vertebra pop=- Ahhh...
Shawn Lovelett: ::He stopped kneading his neck to pull on his helmet, he
moved into the pod. Once inside he pulled on the crash webbing that would
normally be apart of the device. Then he struck the activation device letting
the pod seal, while he
Shawn Lovelett: brought down his visor and turned on the comm unit in his
helmet.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He mumbled this into his open comm unit.:: C>There
is no way, I can sleep in here....
Col Jagged Fel: -=closes the pod and brings the thing to
life=-
Wes Janson: _=Winking at Feni, Wes jumped into his simulator
and pulled on his helmet just in time to hear Shawn=- C> Of, so you'll
be a little harder to kill this time, huh? I like a challenge.
Col Jagged Fel: -=adjusts his mic so that it'll pick up his
voice=-
Shawn Lovelett: C>I ever tell you how this whole insomina thing started?
My friend started locking me out of our room at night. It is not fun sleeping
in the hallway when you end up losing your blanket to the cleaning droids.
Shawn Lovelett: ::His left hand rested on the stick, while his right hand
began to move over the controls as if it were a real X-Wing performing
a preflight check.::
Corebound Rogue : **PAUSE***
-=Then problems did arise in the attempt to sim.....=-
Derek H Klivian: The Wal-Marts and K-Marts in Iraq
will close on 15 February. After 15February, they will all be Targets.
Chandra
of NoD: If we
cannot find Osama, Bomb Iraq. If the markets hurt your Mama, Bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi And the bank takes back your Audi And the TV
shows are bawdy, Bomb Iraq.
Derek H Klivian: "Oh where oh where has binladen gone?
oh where oh where can he be? We sent the special forces, we sent in the
marines... won't someone find him for me!" Bush, to the tune of "My little
dog"
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Myn Donos:
-=sits down at Downtime after going out
with Kirney...again=-
Myn Donos: -=sits around wondering
if the rest of the squad went out on a mission without him again=-
Kar Drem:
:: a boy in a buttoned-down New
Republic uniform a little too big for him strolls into Downtime::
Reilin Darklighter: :: o.O at boy::
Myn Donos: Hmm...the New Republic
is recruiting younger and younger these days.
Shawn Lovelett: ::A young man was sitting at a very odd angle, his boots
were on the table and his chair was balancing back and forth. He was loudly
snoring while a blue R2 unit was resting beside the human.::
Derek H Klivian: -=enters and heads straight for the
caf-machine, right hand bandaged=-
Kar Drem: ::he finds a
table and sets a duffel-bag down on top of it, taking a seat::
Fenig Durak
has entered the room.
Myn Donos: -=doesn't bother
to bug Hobbie at least until he has a cup or two in his system...=-
Fenig Durak: ::Alright, puts Fenig back into where
she was trying to when the laptop crapped out. Downtime. Datapad with
lots and lots of cards, and even more schematics and light reading::
Derek H Klivian: -=downs the first cup, then pours
a second and makes his way to the table to sit down and nurse his hangover=-
Kar Drem:
::he unbuttons the top of his
uniform, ridding himself of it. he wears a white t-shirt under it. he pulls
a set of thermal/light amplification goggles from his duffel bag, setting
tham around his neck::
Myn Donos: -=looks at Hobbie=-
I miss some party?
Derek H Klivian: -=mumble=- nope.
Fenig Durak: ::HEars the work party and knowing
that HObbs is in the room, she looks up, her 'reading' momentarilly forgotten::
Did the party miss you?
Shawn Lovelett: ::He let out a very slow line of a snore, as he continues
to warble between sleeping and falling backwards.::
Myn Donos:
-=smirks and says quietly=- Good you didn't
try to have my bachelor party without me.
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at Feni blankly=- I"m not
sure I understand the question... wait until I've got more caf in me, and
try again.
Kar Drem:
::paying the other patrons no
mind, he retrieves a bulky black case from his duffel bag, along with a
few nondescriptive cardboard boxes::
Fenig Durak: Ok, how about this question.
Fenig Durak: Am I still on probie for that little
stunt of mine?
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at his chrono for an inordinate
amount of time=-
Myn Donos:
-=grins=- I hope not, that last patrol
I went on was bad...X-wing got damaged.
Kar Drem:
::he opens the case, revealing
a stock Blastech A295 blaster rifle. he hefts it out of the case, seting
it down on the table.::
Fenig Durak: ::shakes her head at him:: No, meaning
I was kidna...well... confined to base.
Shawn Lovelett: ::Suddenly the chair fell backwards, and he landed with
a very loud thud.::
Shawn Lovelett: ::The R2 unit beside him lets out a long series of chuckles.::
Derek H Klivian: Probation's over... -=sips caf=- been
for a couple days -=twinkle in eyes=-
Shawn Lovelett: Bloody droid!
Fenig Durak: ::Now, if her head could go in two
directions, it would. One at the very large rifle, the other at the sleeping
no more Shawn::
Derek H Klivian: -=jumps at the sound of Shawn's fall,
then notices the kid as well... simply raises his eyebrows=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He gets off the chair and eventually stands, rubbing
the back of his head.::
Myn Donos:
-=grins=- That's the evil Hobbie I expected...-=not
bothering to look at either the kid or Shawn=-
Derek H Klivian: -=raises cup to Shawn=- Morning.
Derek H Klivian: -=still eyeing the kid=-
Kar Drem:
:: he quickly strips the rifle
down to its parts. he fetches one of the cardboard boxes, peeling it open,
and retrieving the parts therein::
Shawn Lovelett: When I say prevent me from falling over, prevent me from
falling over!! ::He was yelling at his R2 unit, slowly he turned around.::
Shawn Lovelett: Oh hello Sir.
Derek H Klivian: -=chuckles=-
Derek H Klivian: -=motiones to the silent kid and speaks
to myn=- Who's that?
Shawn Lovelett: R2 Unit: ::It turns it's head back and forth as if saying
no and then lets otu another series of chuckles.::
Fenig Durak: ::SHakes her head slowly before picking
up her reading.:: Weirdos
Myn Donos:
Hey...Kirney and I aren't like that yet...
Shawn Lovelett: ::He picks up his chair and he sits back down again, mumbeling
about giving someone a memory wipe.::
Fenig Durak: Yet being the operative word, Myn
Myn Donos:
other than that I have no clue
AlisonSky21
has left the room.
Kar Drem: ::is fiddling around with what appears to
be a complicated rifle scope::
Myn Donos:
-=smirk=-
Derek H Klivian: I mean because you seem to know everything
about everyone, -=thwaps myn's soulder=-
Derek H Klivian: -=finishes caf and stands, setting
cup on table. Adjusts the bandage on his hand and moves over to the table
where Kar is=-
Myn Donos:
-=shrugs and looks at the kid, notices the
gun, and looks back at Hobbie=- I hope he's shooting Cracken
Fenig Durak: That's because he thinks he's everyone's
counselor ::without looking up, but she did smile::
Derek H Klivian: -=shoots myn a raised eyebrow as he
leaves=-
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at the gun in pieces, then
at the kid=- That's some heavy weaponry.
Kar Drem: ::finished, he attaches the scope to a hardpoint
on top of the rifle casing w. a satisfying click::
Gavin Darklighter: ::he entered wearing his flight
suit. He had just gotten out of one of the flight sims, not caring to change::
Kar Drem:
::he looks up at the new person
standing in front of him::
Derek H Klivian: -=motions to the rifle=- you cleared
for that?
Gavin Darklighter: ::he looks down at the kid and raises
a brow::
Fenig Durak: ::over the top of the datapad, Fenig
doens't look, but she does speak:: So, Myn, any kids yet?
Myn Donos:
-=silently puts his hand on his blaster
pistol=- Not yet...need to get married first.
Kar Drem:
::blinks again. he then fetches
a datapad from his duffel bag and sets it on the table::
Gavin Darklighter: ::he then looks over to the others
as he walks towards the others:: umm... who's that?
Myn Donos:
Why do you think I'm going on that 1 month
honeymoon?
Fenig Durak: Pfff...that never stopped anyone before.
::Again, to reiterate, without looking up:: 1 month? But who will ruin
their X-Wing for me to fix every week?
Derek H Klivian: -=takes a look at the datapad=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks to Myn::...Oh speaking of
marrige... Has anyone seen Dana around?
Derek H Klivian: -=smiles=- Guess so. What's your
name kid? -=read it on the thing but wants to hear it=-
Myn Donos:
-=shrug=- Adam, Hobbie, Wes...
Myn Donos:
-=looks at Gav=- Nope
Gavin Darklighter: hmm...
Kar Drem:
it was all the guys at the armory
would let me take. everything else i had to purchase from outside base.
cost me about a months pay for everything
Derek H Klivian: I'm impressed.
Fenig Durak: Nah, yours always demanded my highest
level of attention. Their's was jsut kid stuff ::this time, she did look
up long enough to make eye contact and wink:;
Gavin Darklighter: Hey come' ere...
Kar Drem:
::referring to the rifle and carboard
boxes w. rifle parts, respectively::
Derek H Klivian: -=nods=-
Myn Donos:
-=shrugs=- Well I had a month's worth of
patrols for awhile...
Kar Drem:
::tries to look for a rank insignia,
but doesn't see one:: Kar Drem.
Gavin Darklighter: ::he waited for the others to get
close:: what do you think of this? :: he reached into one of the many pockets
of the flight suit and took out a small black case::
Derek H Klivian: Col. Klivian, Rogue Lead -=holds out
hand=- most folks here call me Hobbie, though.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He continued to rub the back of his head while he listened
to the others.::
Derek H Klivian: -=something in him says this kid needs
friends.... weird, ne?=-
Fenig Durak: ::pipes up to Hobbie's convo:: Or
FallingRock
Myn Donos:
-=winks at Feni=- Or bacta boy.
Fenig Durak: ::giggles:: My thoughts exactly
Fenig Durak: ::But to make upfor it, she blows
a kiss Hobbie's way::
Gavin Darklighter: I thought I was bacta boy...
Fenig Durak: No, you're bacta Man
Fenig Durak: ::sings like the Trojan Man song::
Bacta Man!
Kar Drem: ::reaches to shake hands:: my apologies, colonel
Gavin Darklighter: oh ::smiles::
Fenig Durak: Watch his hand, kid! He's got cooties!
Fenig Durak: ::Not being very nice to Hobbie, is
she?::
Derek H Klivian: -=shakes hands then turnes to look
at Fenig a moment before turning back to Kar=- Pleased to meet you, Kar.
Won't you de-isolate yourself and join us?
Myn Donos:
-=shakes his head at Feni's insanity=-
Derek H Klivian: -=motions to the merry band of reprobates....
of the rogue sort, that is=-
Fenig Durak: ::Hey! Isn't a reprobate. Is a mechanic::
Derek H Klivian: -=six of one.....=-
Kar Drem: uhm... well.. ::stuttering a little::
Derek H Klivian: C'mon Kid... their bark is worse than
their bite. I promise.
Kar Drem: I was kinda in the middle of something ::eager
to put his rifle together again::
Derek H Klivian: -=remembers how Wedge made him feel
welcome when he was the new guy on base=-
Fenig Durak: *bark! bark!*
Adam Lyons : -=finished another sim against the mystery starfighter,
killed two and more than half his squad survived this time, Adam resets
the simulator to run it again=-
Derek H Klivian: You sure?
Reilin Darklighter: ::She poked her face
through the door, before she stepped in. She was wearing, a short form-fitting
midnight blue dress that frayled at the bottom around her knees, with platform
shoes, her hair was loose and fell about her shoulders.::
Estra Stoneringer: -=Estra silently moves to look in
the simulator controls and watch=-
Shawn Lovelett: Bloody head is aching...
Reilin Darklighter: ::As she slowly walked
in, she smiled to the other fellow pilots, as she made her way toward them::
Derek H Klivian: -=tosses shawn an aspireen packet=-
Kar Drem: ::nods decidedly, fetching another cardboard
box and letting an imperial concussion grenade roll out of the bag. it
rolls to a stop hitting the casing of the rifle::
Fenig Durak: ::Happily sticks to her one character
at the moment (::leaving Myn's chica happily sleeping:: ) And finally smiles
at the new kid:: Hey, kid. I promise I'm realy not all that bad.
Fenig Durak: THough...with equipment like that...
::eyeing the grenade of course::
Fenig Durak: ::and grins up to Hobbie:: That make
big boom
Derek H Klivian: -=looks pointedly at feni=- no.
Fenig Durak: What!
Fenig Durak: I didn't say I was gonna set it off!
Derek H Klivian: -=reaches out a hand and squeezes
the kid's shoulder=- Invitation stays open.
Fenig Durak: I'm just stating the obvious! Jeeze,
you'd think I had set the entire base in an uproar.
Derek H Klivian: -=goes over to Feni and folds his
arms mock-mean-man=- You did.
Reilin Darklighter: ::she smiled as she
walked up to Fenig, tucking a strand of her golden brown hair behind her
ear::
Reilin Darklighter: Hey guys
Myn Donos:
-=shakes his head at Feni=- Fireworks,
Feni...fireworks
Derek H Klivian: -=glances around and sees Reilin=-
Derek H Klivian: -=whistles appreciatingly=-
Fenig Durak: Oh yeah ::mock blushing, she pats
the seat next to her:: Have a seat and I'll buy you a caf
Reilin Darklighter: ::blushes::
Gavin Darklighter: ::at the moment he was turned around
getting some refreshements, as he heard his sister :: Hey... sis...
Fenig Durak: Hey there pretty lady. ::Who is she
now? Wes?!::
Corebound Rogue
has left the room.
Derek H Klivian: What's the big event, Miss Darklighter?
Reilin Darklighter: ::smiles:: I'm Reilin
Darklighter... you must be the mechanic
Reilin Darklighter: Well sir...
Derek H Klivian: -=raises an eyebrow=-
Fenig Durak: Gee..what gave me away?
Corebound Rogue
has entered the room.
Fenig Durak: I thought I had disguised myself well
as a hard worker ::slumping in her seat, Fenig proceeds to pout quite fakely::
Gavin Darklighter: Rei! ::he turned expecting to see
his little sis in flight suit or uniform...but nothing prepared him for
that outfit::...What are you wearing?!
Derek H Klivian: I think that's called a Dress, gav.
Fenig Durak: ::nods:: Definately a dress
Myn Donos:
-=snickers=-
Fenig Durak: ::looks down at her shoes:: And some
really big shoes
Reilin Darklighter: ::she had stopped
as Gavin turned around, and glared at him:: I had a date with Mike...
Derek H Klivian: A... Date?
Gavin Darklighter: wearing that?? that's not a dress...
Fenig Durak: Hobbie? What's a date?
Reilin Darklighter: ::nods::
Reilin Darklighter: yes a date...
Myn Donos: Yeah...it happens
every once in a while...
Derek H Klivian: A date... I think it's when a guy
takes a girl he likes out for some strange reason... -=nods sagely=-
Reilin Darklighter: He said he wanted
to talk and to meet him here...
Myn Donos: -=snickers=-
Fenig Durak: Ooooohhh...that's why I don't know
what it is.
Gavin Darklighter: ::glares at hobbie::..
Fenig Durak: :;slumps further into her seat::
Myn Donos: And Feni, it's usually
voluntary.
Derek H Klivian: Usually....
Derek H Klivian: -=mutters=- unless you're locked in
the room......
Gavin Darklighter: ::he puts his drink down, and grabs
a coat from a seat:: here put this on... ::he puts it around her shoulders
and starts to usher her out of the room::
Derek H Klivian: -=rapidly gets up and goes for more
caf=-
Fenig Durak: Yeah, well... it's beena number of
years since I've been out. ::grins at the retreating Hobb's:: Two things,
boss.
Corebound Rogue
has left the room.
Fenig Durak: One, nice backside there.
Fenig Durak: Two, get me a date?
Myn Donos:
-=laughs=- or they gang up on you.
Reilin Darklighter: wha...but Gavin...
Mike... is supposed to meet me..what are you doing??!
Derek H Klivian: -=calls to Rei=- He's being your Big
Brother.
Derek H Klivian: -=returns with two cups of caf, and
sets one in front of Feni=- Here.
Derek H Klivian: -=smiles and chuckles=-
Fenig Durak: ::stares blankly at the caf:: This
is definately below my standards for a date, Hobbs. Aima little higher::
Fenig Durak: *-::
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks around:: well I thought
you might be cold, and two since Mike's not here then I guess you can call
it a night
Myn Donos:
-=snickers=-
Reilin Darklighter: hmm... ::glares cold
at Gavin.::
Reilin Darklighter: ... its only 1800
Fenig Durak: ::trades the datapad for the caf and
smiles her FCG at Hobbie:: Hobbie? My dear sweet friend?
Derek H Klivian: -=off in la la land, suddenly snaps
back=- Hmm?
Gavin Darklighter: Yes... well... umm.. maybe Mike's
waiting for you back at your quarters...
Fenig Durak: ::With the FCG as big as it can be,
she adds in her honey voice:: Get me a date? Please?
Myn Donos:
-=looks between Feni and Hobbie curiously=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He remained seated by his droid, slowly he leaned forward
and put his head ontop of his arms.::
Derek H Klivian: Miss Durak.....
Reilin Darklighter: If looks could kill
Gavin Darklighter... you'de be roasted
Fenig Durak: Yes?
Fenig Durak: ::bats the eyelashes. She's definately
not girly enough for a lot of this::
Myn Donos:
-=tries not to laugh=-
Reilin Darklighter: Mike's not showing
up..he would have done so already... He's never late...
Derek H Klivian: -=sighs=- who.
Fenig Durak: ::interjects a side note to Gav and
Rei:: I think Mike got stuck with back up patrol tonight
Fenig Durak: ::Back to Hobbs:: Do I really need
to answer that?
Myn Donos:
-=grins=- Prolly not
Shawn Lovelett: I need more sleep.. ::He mumbled under his breath, as the
Droid whistled at him. He could feel his eyes begin to get heavy.::
Reilin Darklighter: ::looks at Fenig::
He would have told me... you're probably right... either that or he forget
which happens alot in the male species..
Myn Donos:
-=rolls his eyes=-
Fenig Durak: ::Back to Rei:: They spring it on
him last minute. I barely had time to fuel up his Wing:;
Fenig Durak: *_:;
Shawn Lovelett: ::The droid suddenly whisteled very loudly more so then
standard R2 units.::
Reilin Darklighter: ::With that she glated
back at Gavin, and strutted out ::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He was suddenly very alert and awake.::
Reilin Darklighter: *glared
Myn Donos:
-=rolls his eyes again=- That happens more
times than I care to remember
Fenig Durak: ::softly to herself:: Now there goes
one pissed off chick
Derek H Klivian: I can't make wes take you out, Feni.
-=sighs=-
Fenig Durak: You can put the idea in his head
Myn Donos:
-=grins=- Yeah...remember the last time
I tried that?
Fenig Durak: You didn't try hard enough
Gavin Darklighter: ::he looked back at his sister as
she strutted out::... you think she does this to give me a premature heart
attack?
Myn Donos:
Oh, what, so I can get shot?
Fenig Durak: I haven't played a single prank on
him in over six weeks!
Derek H Klivian: Do you really think Wes' going to
take Girl suggestions/advice from *me*?
Fenig Durak: Yes!
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at gavin=- It's her job.
Derek H Klivian: -=back to Feni=- You're delusional
Gavin Darklighter: ::he turned and went back to the
others::
Gavin Darklighter: ...ahh.. that explains it..
Gavin Darklighter: ::shivers:: did it just get colder
in here or is it me?
Shawn Lovelett: ::He got up and readjusted his hair with his right hand.::
Fenig Durak: ::pouts very genuinely at Hobbie::
Then help me out here.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He walked over to the station where the Caf was served
and suddenly felt very disgusted as he poured himself a cup.::
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at Gav=- She's a grown girl,
and Mike's a good man.
Derek H Klivian: Feni, tell me how to help you out?
I can't even keep my OWN self straightened out!
Derek H Klivian: -=exasperated=-
Derek H Klivian: -=to Myn=- this is your fault.
Gavin Darklighter: yeah I know.. but I mean... was
that really a dress??
Myn Donos:
-=sighs=- The only one that's going to
convince Wes to go out with you is Wes.
Gavin Darklighter: It looked like a shirt...
Fenig Durak: Well.. ::turning a nice shade of red,
Fenig tried more to hide in her seat:: Make me more...uhm...-s-girly?
Derek H Klivian: Yes, Gavin... it was a dress, and
a lot less revealing than what she could have worn *nodnod*
Gavin Darklighter: :: he shakes his head as he drinks
some tapcaff::
Myn Donos:
-=looks at Hobbie=- Which part?
Gavin Darklighter: ::chokes::
Gavin Darklighter: ::glares at Adam::
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at Feni in shock for a full
minute=-
Derek H Klivian: -=blinking=-
Gavin Darklighter: yea I guess your right Hobs...::takes
another sip::
Fenig Durak: I have no idea what that man finds
attractive. You're his friend ::Wishes she could disappear::
Gavin Darklighter: ugh.. Fenig did you make the tapcaf
again?
Myn Donos:
If you don't Feni, then I sure as sith don't.
Derek H Klivian: -=suddenly realises he's staring,
and coughs, looking away, then back=- I honestly don't know... he doesn't
really have a type.
Fenig Durak: Yeah, why? ::Glances to Gavin completely
unkowingly::
Shawn Lovelett: ::As he finished pouring himself the caf he began walking
back towards the table he sat at before and he sat back down again.::
Gavin Darklighter: oh nothing...
Shawn Lovelett: ::He continued to mumble about bad luck, and lack of sleep
even when he blew on his Caf.::
Fenig Durak: Alright. Back to avoiding him it
is. ::nods slowly::
Myn Donos:
-=shrug=- Whatever works...
Derek H Klivian: that... might do i t.
Derek H Klivian: he tends to like unattainable. but
I could be wrong.
Derek H Klivian: usually am
Fenig Durak: ::sighs heavily and resumed her reading.
Fenig is still single::
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at shawn=- awake yet?
Shawn Lovelett: Yeah I'm awake, no thanks to this droid.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He said with a nod towards the droid at his side, it
whisteled as if it were a chuckle.::
Derek H Klivian: -=chuckle=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Shawn and whispers to
him, as he passes:: don't drink the caf...
Shawn Lovelett: I swear I think he wouldn't mind it if I went and broke
my neck.
Shawn Lovelett: ::Suddenly has a very afraid look on his face as he put
down the caf on the table and pushed it away.::
Fenig Durak: The caf is fine!
Myn Donos:
-=looks at Hobbie=- Do you think that Wes
does some of that weird stuff just to prove you wrong?
Gavin Darklighter: ::steps away from Fenig::
Gavin Darklighter: umm...
Derek H Klivian: which weird stuff?
Myn Donos:
All of it
Gavin Darklighter: ::nervouse chuckle::
Derek H Klivian: probably.
Myn Donos:
Thought so...
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at Feni again while he sips
at his caf, pondering=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He slowly pulled back the caf and sniffed it.::
Gavin Darklighter: ::he didn't want to tell her it tasted
like lubricant oil and gas::
Gavin Darklighter: ::...especially since she was the
squadron mechanic::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He took a sip at the Caf, and since it was his first
time drinking it he almost choked on it.::
Fenig Durak: ::IT DOES NOT! SHE WASHED HER HANDS
AND USED GORMET BEANS!::
Derek H Klivian: I think the caf's fine.
Shawn Lovelett: Uncle Jamiro... I never know why you can drink that.. ::He
mumbled as he put down the caf and pushed it aside.::
Derek H Klivian: -=speaking mildly=-
Fenig Durak: Thank you ::even toned and more calm,
Fenig just shook her head and lost herself in her datapad::
Myn Donos:
Isn't that how the strong stuff is supposed
to be?
Derek H Klivian: -=still pondering feni=-
Shawn Lovelett: Do you drink this junk on a regular basis?
Gavin Darklighter: ::raises a brow::
Derek H Klivian: who, me?
Derek H Klivian: -=turns to look at Shawn=-
Derek H Klivian: 'sgood.
Myn Donos:
No, I know better.
Shawn Lovelett: Well all of you.
Gavin Darklighter: well you see..Hobbie here has a
thing for mechanics...
Fenig Durak: You know, ::adding this as conversationally
as possible, making it rather funny:: If you don't like the caf, why don't
you make the stuff yourself?
Derek H Klivian: -=rolls his eyes=-
Gavin Darklighter: yeah, but normally I try to make
my own pot...
Fenig Durak: Then don't blame me for your laziness
::Does not tolerate people making fun her of caf::
Gavin Darklighter: except that I haven't been able
to find the right blend yet
Fenig Durak: ::Well, tolerates it, but gets back
at them later::
Myn Donos:
Yeah, I use the good Corellian stuff
Derek H Klivian: -=gets an idea in his head, then moves
behind Feni, taking the band from around the bottom of the braid and starts
undoing it=-
Shawn Lovelett: You want to know why I can asleep anywhere? It's actually
a very intreasting story...
Derek H Klivian: -=her hair, that is=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Fenig:: no offense or
anything..right?
Fenig Durak: He..hey! What are you... ::Then it
dawns on her:: Oh... ::just over a three feet of hair (that's a meter),
it's usually very strait but because of the braid, it's a bit wavy:
Fenig Durak: No, no offence.
Gavin Darklighter: :: nervous as the thought that since
she is the mechanic she was ways of payback::
Gavin Darklighter: hehehe...
Derek H Klivian: Just wanna see what it looks like....
Fenig Durak: ::The white streak, in all it's blinding
brightness and pristine color, stands out sharply against her chocolate
hair::
Gavin Darklighter: ::nervouse chuckle::
Myn Donos:
I don't know about you Hobs, but I think
that white streak adds character...
Derek H Klivian: I like it.... -=still unbraiding the
doggone long braid=-
Fenig Durak: THat's what We...nevermind
Fenig Durak: Here, Hobbie, let me help
Derek H Klivian: -=lets go=- I was never good at that.
-=steps back=-
Fenig Durak: ::Starts to shake herhead, the locks
coming out rather quickly. surprising really::
Shawn Lovelett: Or I can sit here and talk to my droid.
Derek H Klivian: -=blinks=- Okay, you definitely need
to do that more often. -=nods speculatively=-
Shawn Lovelett: Whichever comes first of course... ::He said as he turned
and looked at his Droid.::
Gavin Darklighter: oh guys I need your opinion on something
Fenig Durak: What? Let my hair down? It gets
tangled in engine parts too easily
Fenig Durak: What's up, Gav?
Myn Donos:
hm?
Derek H Klivian: When you're not working, I mean.
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at Gavin=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he jums up and sits on the counter::
Fenig Durak: ::Liking that someone is playing with
her hair. It's very relaxing::
Gavin Darklighter: what do you think of this.. ::he
reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small black case::
Gavin Darklighter: ::hands it to Fenig::
Gavin Darklighter: open it
Derek H Klivian: -=without thinking, works out the
tangles in her hair wih his fingers as he pays attention to gavin=-
Fenig Durak: ::examines the lil black case:: It's
very nice for a box, gav.
Shawn Lovelett: ::He rolled his eyes, as he leaned forward and folded his
arms together.::
Myn Donos:
-=gazes at the floor=- It's a ring isn't
it Gav?
Fenig Durak: ::Grins teasingly as she opens it::
And who might this be for?
Gavin Darklighter: ::inside is a small ring, with a
Corellian Crystal Diamond, mounted on a silver ring::
Gavin Darklighter: ::nods::
Derek H Klivian: -=looks over Feni's shoulder=- That's
very nice.
Shawn Lovelett: Bloody hell.. Should have stayed on with my Uncle... If
I wanted to be ignored I would have stayed in the Cantina.
Fenig Durak: IT is very beautiful. Must've set
you back a bit
Gavin Darklighter: well Shawn what do you think>
Gavin Darklighter: ?
Derek H Klivian: -=suddenly realises wha he's doing,
detangles his fingers, and moves away to the caf-machine as memories come
crashing in=-
Myn Donos:
-=mutters=- It always does...
Gavin Darklighter: its for Dana...
Fenig Durak: ::Not quite setting in, she looks
at Hobbie:: SOrry if it's too long. I haven't had the nerve to get it
cut since my we...nevermind
Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Hobbie then to Fenig::
Derek H Klivian: -=shakes his head not looking=- Long
is nice -=cagily=-
Gavin Darklighter: do you think she'll like it?
Fenig Durak: ::Closing the box and handing it back
to Gav, she smiled, knowing what it's like to be surprised with a ring.::
I think she'll love it.
Derek H Klivian: *thinking* Amanda had hair like that...
*sigh*
Shawn Lovelett: Think about what?
Fenig Durak: ::Had she known Amanda, she wouldn't
have let Hobbie undo her braid:
Gavin Darklighter: really? ::smiles::
Myn Donos:
-=winces as Feni almost said the w-word=-
Shawn Lovelett: ::He said as he slowly peeked his head up and looked over
towards their table.::
Gavin Darklighter: ::gives the case of Shawn::
Gavin Darklighter: open it
Fenig Durak: ::nods:: She'll be putty in yourhands.
::Looks over to Shawn:: Don't tell me. My caf gave you laryngitis?
Shawn Lovelett: Hmmm...
Shawn Lovelett: Nope
Shawn Lovelett: I'm just used to being ignored.
Derek H Klivian: -=tosses the mug into the sink with
undue force=- Damnit she's gone.... you have to move on with your life....
Myn Donos: -=smirks=- Sometimes that's
a good thing Shawn
Fenig Durak: Well then come join us and interrupt.
We're friends with Myn here. We're used to it. :;wink in Myn's general
direction::
Shawn Lovelett: Not really...
Fenig Durak: ::reminds herself to talk to Hobbie
in private::
Shawn Lovelett: I've played alot of solitre Sabacc.
Myn Donos:
When it comes to work it is.
Derek H Klivian: -=leans on arms by the sink and sighes
as he collects himself=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::he takes back the ring and puts
it back into his pocket:: thanks.. ::he jerks as he was startled by hobbie's
throw::
Fenig Durak: ::Turning her attention mostly to
Hobbs, Fenig frowned inwardly, red flagging that reminder::
Gavin Darklighter: ::sorry he brought up the subject,
remembering Amanda and Hobbie::
Shawn Lovelett: You know...
Shawn Lovelett: I had a story to tell but, it seems you are transfixed
with the ring I can talk about it another time.
Gavin Darklighter: ::to himself::...i gotta work on
my timing...
Gavin Darklighter: Hey! I know.. why don't we go to
town and get drunk?
Fenig Durak: No, it's ok. What's on your mind?
Derek H Klivian: No, tell the story -=suddenly turns,
and grabs a lum from the cooler on his way back to sit down=- Story's
good.
Shawn Lovelett: I can now sleep anywhere thanks to my bunk mate at the
Academy.
Gavin Darklighter: or not... stories good
Derek H Klivian: Why's that?
Shawn Lovelett: You know he was one of those hound dogs, always getting
the girl.
Derek H Klivian: -=drinks at lum=-
Derek H Klivian: sounds like Wes.
Fenig Durak: ::winces::
Shawn Lovelett: So what he'd do was this, while I was in the simulators
he was in the room with the girl studying.. After I was done I'd come back
and find my blanket and pillow on the floor.
Gavin Darklighter: ::goes to sit next to Hobbie, takes
the bottle, takes a swig and gives it back to him::
Myn Donos:
-=sort of halfway in a funk=-
Shawn Lovelett: This always happened to me every morning.. The girl comes
stumbeling out and I get a kick to the stomach for affiliation.
Shawn Lovelett: Then I get my blanket torn up and eaten by the mouse droid.
Myn Donos:
Another time where knowing too much is
not a good thing
Fenig Durak: ::Trying to have a sense of humor
about it...:: Hobbs, ever get kicked in the stomach?
Gavin Darklighter: yeah he did
Derek H Klivian: Yeah -=chug=-
Gavin Darklighter: ::grins::
Fenig Durak: ::double wince:
Derek H Klivian: More ways'n one. -=returns attention
to Shawn=- How'd you get out of it?
Shawn Lovelett: So I've got this bad case of insomina.
Fenig Durak: ::Maybe Wes isn't such a good idea
after all. First Jake , and now a womanizer::
Shawn Lovelett: Get out of it? One day I decided enough was enough... So
I borrowed the clothes of a Rodian cadet.
Shawn Lovelett: They were unwashed and two weeks old.
Shawn Lovelett: I shoved them in the bunk room, and I went to the simulators.
Gavin Darklighter: just the way you like emm...
Derek H Klivian: *chuckle*
Shawn Lovelett: I came back and there was an angry note from my room mate,
the smell was bad but I got a good night's sleep.
Gavin Darklighter: ::smiles::
Derek H Klivian: I wish I'd thought of that.
Gavin Darklighter: hey! I don't snore that bad...
Gavin Darklighter: ::nudges Hobbie lightly::
Shawn Lovelett: He got caught by the instructor for um.. Doing flight manuevers
in the Motor Pool.
Shawn Lovelett: He ended up with a week of KP.
Shawn Lovelett: (Kitchen Patrol.))
Fenig Durak: Were I his instructor, I'd have made
him do something far worse
MajDarklighter
has left the room.
Derek H Klivian: Like fix his own ship? -=wan smile=-
Fenig Durak: Like cleaning out the flight sims
with a toothbrush. Right after the sweaty kid was done
Fenig Durak: ::sticks her tongue out at Hobbie::
Shawn Lovelett: My Uncle Jamiro has an old YT-1300, I once tried flying
it and he yelled at me for touching it.
Myn Donos:
-=snickers=- Those things are so old that
they would fall apart just from touching it.
Shawn Lovelett: He was inspried by Han Solo, said he was a real old folk
hero so he started modifing her. In the end the ship is more trouble then
she is worth.
Fenig Durak: Solo ain't that old though. ::Shakes
her head:: If he's old then..then..I'm an Old Maid
Derek H Klivian: most freighters ar... take i from
me, I used to run one.
Derek H Klivian: -=looks at feni=- far from it.
Fenig Durak: Exactly my point. ::Feels very strange
to be out of her quarters and with her hair down, the white framing her
face, making her seema little tan::
Shawn Lovelett: I think to start her up, I had to kick the flight panel.
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has left the room.
Shawn Lovelett: I don't remember much after he hit me on the head.
Shawn Lovelett: Wasn't that hard though.
Shawn Lovelett: I mean, it isn't like he beat me up or anything.
Shawn Lovelett: Anyway...
Derek H Klivian: -=finishes Lum, and seriously considers
going fro another=-
Derek H Klivian: may we all blame hits on the head.
-=mildly put=-
Shawn Lovelett: Right
Fenig Durak: ::nodding slowly, Fenig finally resolved
to stop attempting to get brushed up on new stats. That, and she wanted
to join Hobbie in the boozing:: Nother drink, Hobbs?
Shawn Lovelett: You two drunk yet?
Fenig Durak: Yet? Kid, I haven't started
Derek H Klivian: -=nods=- Sure, Fenig.
Derek H Klivian: it takes a lot more than one lum to
get a Rogue drunk... care to join?
Fenig Durak: ::Quirking a brow at Hobbie, she stands
and starts for the drinks:: And Hobbie, don't make me challenge you
Derek H Klivian: I wont.
Derek H Klivian: wouldn't dream of it.
Shawn Lovelett: I'm just not much of a talkative person.
Shawn Lovelett: It probably goes in with my bad luck.
Fenig Durak: ::Rustling around a bit, Fenig returns
to the table with two more Lums:: Here ya go. Kid, there's no such thing
as luck.
Derek H Klivian: Best not get into a who'se screwed
up the most contest 'round here, kid.
Fenig Durak: ::Get her drunk enough and she'll
tell you quite the tale. And show a neato tattoo too:;
Fenig Durak: :And considering Fenig doesn't drink
more than once or twice a year, it doesn't take much::
Derek H Klivian: -=takes the lum with a nod of thanks,
then downs a good portion of it=-
Fenig Durak: ::Following suit with Hobbie's large
gulp, Fenig blinked hard a few times against the feel of the liquor going
down and then smacked her lips against the taste::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He mouth shifted as he actually thought of a few things
in the back of his mind.::
Fenig Durak: Hobbie..? ::looking into her half
emptied drink::
Derek H Klivian: Hmm? -=looks to Feni=-
Fenig Durak: Did you happen to have anything else
in mind? ::pointing vaguely to her hair with obvious meaning::
Fenig Durak: ::Sips her drink as she studies Hobbie's
face, trying to divine something...who knows what. She's a mechanic::
Derek H Klivian: -=shrugs=- I dunno... maybe wear something
other than a jumpsuit sometimes?
Derek H Klivian: you don't need any makeup -=shakes
head and goes back to drink=-
Fenig Durak: ::smiles mildly:: Thanks and I'll
try to find something in my closet that's not a jumpsuit.
Derek H Klivian: -=nods=-
Shawn Lovelett: One of these bloody days...
Shawn Lovelett: I'm going to get me a...
Derek H Klivian: lightsabre?
Shawn Lovelett: Nope
Shawn Lovelett: It's coming hold on..
Derek H Klivian: -=grabs table=-
Fenig Durak: ::Finishing her drink, she looks down
at the bottom of her mug, holding back a sigh::
Shawn Lovelett: A brain..
Shawn Lovelett: Yes that is it, one of these days I'm going to get a brain.
Derek H Klivian: brains are overrated -=gets up and
goes to get a few more lums, finishin his as he goes=-
Fenig Durak: ::Having finished her first drink
a touch too quickly, when Fenig looked up at the kid and Hobbie, there
was definately a bit of blurriness there::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He let a grin spread across his lips as he got the caf
and began to sip slowly.::
Derek H Klivian: -=brings lums back and sits down=-
What's you grinning about?
Fenig Durak: ::Turning sideways in her seat, Fenig
props her feet up on an empty chair and trades her empty drink for a full
one:: If his sense of humor is like mine, he thinks you make a good waitress
Fenig Durak: ::Though ,she smiled as easily and
warmly as Fenig ever did -a rather charming smile if I do say so myself-
and winked at her CO::
Derek H Klivian: -=chuckles=- it's called taking turns.
-=raises mug in salute=-
Derek H Klivian: -=drink=-
Fenig Durak: ::Salutes right back and follows suit::
Shawn Lovelett: ::He put down the drink and let out another slow breath.::
I'm surprised they recruited me for Rogue Squadron.
Derek H Klivian: Why's that?
Fenig Durak: ::Cradling her mug between her hands,
she looked to the kid curiously::
Fenig Durak: ::Another hefty sized drink, Fenig
looked from the kid to Hobbs and back again before she finally set it down
again::
Fenig Durak: ::Getting more than a touch tipsy,
Fenig proceeds to make for wonderful entertainment and as Hobbie is walking
her back to her room, tells him all about her marriage and the Imp SPy.
Oh fun::
Derek H Klivian: -=broken heart finds a kindred spirit
as he helps her to her room and pulls the coverle t over her before he
leaves=-
Fenig Durak: ::And don't forget the lil kiss she
gives the kid before they leave his company::
Derek H Klivian: -------ENDSIM---------
