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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 28 Dec 2011, 7:39 PM | Message # 1 |
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| "Keep lookin' up baby, the only thing on the ground is your feet."
Note to self. Scribbled boldy across a page of my diary. Gingerly, I tugged at the page until it came free. Signed my name. Sealed it with a kiss, and a promise to myself. I will keep lookin' up. I'm a Lady of House Melantha. An Imperial Commander. And before the Academy, I was schooling duelists with my Lightfoil. Maybe I've taken my position for granted. Maybe I got too comfortable. But what I did. It doesn't matter. I can't change the past. It happened the way it was supposed to. I'm just going to focus on right now, and right now, I need a cigarette and a hot shower.
The galaxy is sometimes too heavy to breathe and the dead surround me like an ocean. I cant recognize the reflection looking back in the mirror. I saw gaunt cheeks, tired and taut skin, and two full-moon eyes. "Don't panic" I said to myself, my lips parting to add "I'm just going home. Where everyone knows me. And my face will probably be on the Tapani Free Press...Ah hell!" I tore my gaze away, leveling it with the floor, until I realized I was looking at my feet. I just broke my promise to myself. And it hasn't even been one day. Epic fail. I guess quitting smoking isn't in my near future. I will start with a smaller goal. No more than one pack a day.
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"Starting tomorrow," she said as she opened her second pack. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes, and a smirk in the corner of her lip. Once the cigarette was between her lips, she sat down on her bed and pulled a thin sheet over her bare legs. An oversized T-Shirt clung to her skin, that was flushed and damp from the shower. Her hair fell in a cascade of waves, covering her shoulders and back. It was nice being able to run her fingers through it, minus the tangles. Clothes, books, and papers spilled out from her bag. Including one of her most prized possessions, a stuffed-animal Rancor she called Cory. She had it ever since she could remember. It was a raggedy looking thing, that had been loved nearly to plushie death.
Falling asleep never came easy. She couldn't just lay down and call it a night. Alcohol. Drugs. It was almost easy. But she had only her books. So with a pencil in her left hand, cigarette in the other, she put her imagination to work. Sleep didn't claim her until they were almost at Procopia. Her drawings lay scattered across the bed and floor. A gruesome timeline of the events on Algarian. Places. Faces. Things she wanted to remember. Things she wanted to forget. A dreamless sleep was the best kind, but she wasn't having that sort of luck. She woke to her heart pounding, blankets on the floor, and her legs tangled in the sheets. One of the armed guards stood over her, his face devoid of emotion. Typical Clone.
"Do you mind?" she said, while trying to free her legs. It wasn't the first time she was in her undies. And the Legion probably knew what her butt cheeks looked like. But they didn't really have separate facilities either. It didn't bother her then. But it was annoying her now, and she couldn't figure out why. She was usually grumpy when she first woke up anyway. "Commander. We are almost there," he said flatly, before turning away to give her some space. Soterios was her home. And Procopia her playground. She hasn't been to the Tapani Sector since before the Academy. But she was curious to see how things have changed. And who would be there waiting. Her father? Probably not. He was either too busy, or too proud, or both.
Picking an outfit was the easiest part. She just had to sniff it out. Literally. Fighting on Algarian left her little wardrobe options. A charcoal gray bodysuit, Academy jacket, finger-combed hair, and a freshly washed face. She was as ready as she could be. As the landing ramp lowered. She unfolded the little note she had written earlier. She read it one more time. Keep looking up it said. As she stepped out and onto the ramp, she looked up, fixing her gaze ahead as she released the paper from her hands.
(ooc: I don't mind if anyone wants to jump in. Just make sure you're involved in other threads. I take a long time to respond :p)
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Sunday, 15 Jan 2012, 6:23 PM | Message # 2 |
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| He stood in his full dress uniform, which was black, and otherwise indistinguishable from that worn by the Starfighter Corps or Stormtrooper Corps, except for a few noticeable differences. First was the unit patch on middle of the upper arm portion of the sleeve, specifically his unit's. Second were the trooper gloves, which were also restricted in dress uniform to the Army itself, as if the unit patch wasn't enough to differentiate them from the TIE pilots or Stormtroopers. Thirdly, despite being in a room which had a large concentration of military, he was one of the few with a sidearm still present. The gloves weren't as noticeable now, being tucked into the belt, but the sidearm definitely was. It was rare for Commandos to have their sidearms ordered from them, if any weapons really. Such was the case now, as he and his unit of twelve men stood on a podium, in a room that a quarter of which was military that was in uniform, they were the only twelve men, aside from a few sparsely placed guards, to have any form of weapon. Otherwise, all others had them ordered from them.
They were in the grand dining room of a prominent casino on Precopia. Specifically, Fairweld Casino on Estalle Island. They were in attendance to a banquet, held in honor of the Imperial Army Special Forces. It was a form of the public "outing" of Karath's unit, that had largely been a black ops unit up until recently. Military enthusiasts that would observe the media coverage of the event would be puzzled by the unit markings on their shoulders, leading to likely fierce debate over their nature. It was of no matter, and faintly in the back of anyone's head, if at all. No, the focus right now was on the "fine Commandos" standing in front of a room of military officers and nobles. A chance for the Empire to parade its elite, and a chance to tap the patriotic nobles for more contributions to the Empire's war machine. Orion would do what he was told, but it was a rather odd experience for a man of his background to meet with nobles.
He didn't understand the air superiority, nor the wish to lord over one another like children. Then again, he was a humble child of life-time soldiers with a wide sense of humor, akin to any blue-collar, working-class child. He was able to make fun of himself without hesitation; say the wrong thing to one of the nobles and you'd have thought you stepped in something foul before entering the room. Before today, as he had never met nobility in person, he thought the full dress uniform of the Imperial military was one of the finest pieces of clothing a man could wear. Have a chest full of medals and you'd have women coming at you from all fronts. Here? He felt like he was wearing rags. After a rousing speech from General Shepard, the commander of the Imperial Special Operations Command, he was freed from his spot on the stage. Immediately, he hit the bar, getting a pint of Corellian ale, and proceeded to go outside on the balcony which served as the main entrance into the room as well. It was currently empty and devoid of anyone except the doorman for the event, giving him an excellent opportunity to smoke. Breaking out his cigarette case, he lit up one of his distinctive cloves, savoring the taste and seeming to have a brief moment of unmatched peace in the first drag.
((Didn't auto you in, just gave you a point to make your own entrance on if you'd like, or set up for a jump in.))
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 17 Jan 2012, 7:22 PM | Message # 3 |
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| She was never on time for anything. It started at birth, and hasn't stopped, or slowed down since. Her 'coming out' party. High School graduation. Duels. Social events. Academy graduation. Even her own death. Time just didn't apply to her. After awhile, she stopped trying. Stopped running to just catch tomorrow. Live for the moment. So here she was. Late. Living for the moment. She must be her mother's daughter. Because her father, was already inside, probably making excuses for her 'behavior.' High Lord Daiyu Merav, of House Melantha, was a decorated man. A fearless Imperial Warlord, and a respected member of Tapani's Elite. His only flaw...was me.
Part of her wanted to turn around before anyone noticed. Run away. It was almost easy. But that wasn't her. Truthfully. She was insecure. That's what had kept her in the first place. She wanted to done her dress uniform. But felt as though she hadn't earned that right. So she opted for a dress befitting of nobility. She sparkled in a strapless sequin gown, and dramatic emerald and diamond jewels. Her amber-hued eyes were accentuated by a shimmering pallet of pewter and silver shadow. Her long tresses were swept up in a classic chignon, leaving a few pieces out to frame her heart-shaped face.
She lifted the delicate fabric, bunching it at the sides as she gathered it into her hands. Once she reached the balcony, she relaxed her hands, releasing the fabric to the ground. The doorman recognized her instantly, and moved aside so that she may pass. As she did, he called her by name and title, causing her to pause and glance back. "Lady Merav" he said again, and then parted his lips to add "Welcome home." She couldn't help but smile at that. She started to take a few steps forward, and nearly walked into Orion, if she hadn't turned her head at the last second.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't see..." her gaze lifted to his face then, to get a better look at the man. "...You," she finally managed to say.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Thursday, 02 Feb 2012, 5:57 AM | Message # 4 |
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| And as fate would turn, he was robbed of his moment of reprieve by a surprisingly effective five foot two wall. He found himself quickly attempted to balance his drink so it would not spill, while also feeling some need to slyly drop his pack of smokes and lighter back into his pants pocket. He would find himself utterly awestruck. The wall happened to be a certain female Stormtrooper Corps officer he had been talking to for several months through correspondence over the holonet. Said female Stormtrooper Corps officer was in fact out of uniform, in a stunning dress, and looked as if she were something straight out of a fashion holomagazine. Despite subconscious recognition occurring immediately, it took his brain several moments to catch up. After a moment or two, likely with his mouth slightly agape, although he was unaware of it, he finally realized what was occurring.
By instinct, he snapped to attention, an unfortunate by-product of his intense training. "Commander Merav, ma'am." he spoke in a manner that made even his manner of speech trained to him. He had not paid attention to the presenter long ago, after the stream of Tapani nobles became steady. He shouldn't have, in honesty, but he never did well with nobility, in general. While she was nobility, there was something clearly different from the norm in Merav. Perhaps that was part of the reason she had piqued his interest. It was only part of the puzzle that she was, and as to why he found himself so interested in a singular being. Regardless, he found himself in an awkward point of attention stance, while attempting to hold a drink at the same time.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Friday, 03 Feb 2012, 6:29 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Instinctively, she brought her hands up, palms facing him. When she was sure that she wasn't going to fall into him, she relaxed, letting her arms drop to her sides. Years of Saber Rake training blessed her with good balance, but ceased to help when she didn't tie her boots(she tucks the laces in). It was just another of her many quirks. And she was pretty sure she stilled owed some Officer at the Academy push-ups. Though small in stature, her presence was anything but small. Charismatic, bold, and restless are just a few words to describe the pint-size Stormtrooper Corps Commander. While she clearly has the qualities of a leader, her fatal flaws are great, causing a constant switch between confidence and vulnerability. But at the present moment, it was her confidence winning the fight.
She almost wished she had worn her uniform, because she wouldn't have minded falling into him. Her amber-hued eyes took the opportunity to study him. Tall and undeniably handsome. And he had his sidearm. Cool. Any chance of the Commandos recruiting? Because she wanted to sign up. Wishful thinking on her part, but it did bring a smile to her lips. It wasn't until he adressed her, that her smile faded into a look of surprise. Lips and eyes rounding, and her confidence quickly slipping. What a silly girl to think she wouldn't be recognized by military. She was hoping to be lost amongst the sea of nobles, drink until she was happily intoxicated, and call it a night. Not to be saluted, and recognized as that Commander suffering from 'Algarian Madness.'
"I should never have come here," she said, her words barely a whisper. It wasn't just that she felt exposed. It was how he made her feel. As though she were deserving of her rank, either that, or she'd been around the Clones far too long. But before she could fall victim to her thoughts, she tucked her clutch purse between her left elbow and side, allowing her to salute in return. She started to walk away, and was almost at the entrance of the casino when she spun back around. "Would you escort me inside?" she sort of just blurted out, perhaps from fear of changing her mind.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Sunday, 12 Feb 2012, 4:05 PM | Message # 6 |
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| The Commandos were indeed recruiting, but not women. One of the flaws, at least to him, of the Empire was the chauvinism of Human High Culture. He honestly agreed with the entire policy otherwise, but felt that females were just as capable as males, with each gender having some advantage over the other in different and varied categories. He, however, was not the one who made the rules, High Command was. While most units had females serving alongside males, the Commandos were not one of them. He had pressed the issue since his unit was a "test bed" of new techniques, tactics, strategies, and policies for us by the special operations community, and the Imperial military as a whole, High Command would not break on this one, at one point threatening to discharge him in order to force him to yield on the issue. It seemed however, even in this room of all the right players, the military had as varied beliefs and ideals as the Senate, despite their portrayal as mindless drones. One could say, Fajra Merav, was an embodiment of this.
He observed her slightly odd behavior and reaction to him. He was a watcher, always had been. He liked to observe people, make notes about their personalities. His first impressions from this very small interaction, and based upon their many conversations through correspondence, was she was a natural leader, but seemed overwhelmed at times by her authority; and at this very moment, it seemed to him that she was someone who felt a constant need to prove themself. Whether or not this was the truth, close to it, or far from it, was another matter. His perception of individuals was a still evolving talent, and whether or not he was right, remained to be seen. He finally relaxed once she saluted in return, allowing him to get a normal grip on his then slowly slipping drink. When she turned around however, his mind went into crisis mode. "I, uh, apologize if I've offended... I'm Captain Orion Karath..." he said, fumbling over himself a bit in a very uncharacteristic fashion. For some reason, he felt himself pulled to this women over the past year. He felt a protective instinct towards her, and had no idea why... and yet, he had never thought, even in the Tapani Sector, that he would ever meet her in person. It was oddly, destabilizing.
Before she could respond to his awkward introduction, and once she had asked for the escort, he went from a relaxed stance back to that of a Commando. He turned back towards the door, and present his arm for her to take. "It would be my pleasure, my Lady." he said, with a wry smile in reference to her noble title. Despite his sometime gruff and even unpleasant demeanor, when in social environments, he was always one to try to lighten the mood in awkward situations, if possible.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 14 Feb 2012, 4:44 AM | Message # 7 |
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| "You have yet to write me back." Were the first words out of her mouth. Not like she was checking often, just...every day. 'Wait...what?" she said, her brows rising high over her eyes, which were now wide with surprise. And these days, very few things surprised her anymore. The ability to see Force ghosts and phantoms was one thing, but she never would have thought...And of all the things she could say, she says the first thing that came to her mind. But she wouldn't be Fajra if it were any other way. She believed that it was better to 'say what you mean, and mean what you say,' even if it didn't come easy. "Orion" she finally managed to say. For some reason, it felt better hearing his name fall from her own lips. She studied him for a moment, before lowering her gaze to his extended arm. She took a small step toward him, drawing herself closer to his side. A smile parted her lips as she linked her elbow with his, her hand coming to rest upon his wrist.
As they entered the Casino, she shot him a quick, apologetic look. Tapani society loved their nobles. Especially, the youth of the noble elite, which were regarded as celebrities. Fajra, was the daughter of the High Lord of House Melantha, and it was her first social outing since she arrived. The Tapani Free Press would be in attendance, along with their reporters, loyal to House Melantha. Her arrival would spark a media frenzy, one she did not miss in her absense. She didn't care for any of it. Having her life exposed as a form of entertainment? No thanks. But it didn't seem to matter where she was in the galaxy. She thought that things would be different when she left, but again, she was wrong. Corulag. The Algarian Campaign. Algarian Madness. How did they know so much? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, that she hadn't realized she was so tense, she was practically squeezing his wrist. "I need a drink" she said, giving his arm a quick tug towards the bar, before finally relaxing her grip.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Wednesday, 22 Feb 2012, 8:34 PM | Message # 8 |
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| He remained quiet, letting the apparent revelation sink in. He did smile though, watching her reaction, and while he walked her into the casino. The press no longer bothered him, spending over half the year adjusting from black ops to being the poster boy of the Imperial special forces. This was one of many public relations events he had been dragged to on behalf of the military, primarily in line with the upcoming opening of the Stormtrooper Corps to birth-born recruits. It was less encouraging the open spots in the Stormtrooper Corps and more of getting ready to fill the soon to be vacant spots in the Imperial Army, veterans obviously being preferred for transfer into the Stormtrooper Corps rather than green recruits, at least for now. It was probably good that Fajra was getting some time off, since should she prove to High Command she wasn't insane and in fact capable of command, she would likely be promoted and given her own legion... or possibly replace General Adenn. That was but a wild rumor based off of her being Human and his being Kaleesh.
The grandstanding, the rumor mill, the fame, the award ceremonies; none of it could prepare him, however, for the Tapani media and its infatuation with its nobles, especially one so brightly shining on the galactic stage, the only two of comparable star power being Admiral Octavian Grant, who was currently unassigned, and Moff Shey Versio of the Allied Tion Sector. He noticed while there was sole focus on her by most, a few of the media were becoming inquisitive about him. When he heard something about a drink, he led the way, shifting himself to 'shield' her, so to speak, from the media, and allow them to break through their veritable blockade of the entrance, and into the area of the tables where most were seated. To their right was the podium he had previously been sitting on, and to their left was an area set up for various gambling games to occur. Straight ahead was their target, the bar. And that, with a final reprieve from the media, and without, hopefully, any interruption from the nobles, would where they would end up.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
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Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Friday, 24 Feb 2012, 9:03 AM | Message # 9 |
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| The media, although effective, was no match for her even more effective 'shield.' It was hard to ignore their bombardment of questions, which ranged from the make of her gown, to what it felt like to take another's life. Inside, she felt her emotions stir, restless, and dominated by rage. Memories coursed through her mind, like a torrent of waves bursting through the ocean. The Tapani Free Press was always sensitive in her regard, but she couldn't say the same for the others. They prayed on her vulnerability, exposing her drug addiction, while she was fighting for her life. Enlistment couldn't have come fast enough. It wasn't easy. She never expected it to be. The Stormtrooper Officer's Academy on Cliffside. Having your leadership tied to the fates of the men under your command. The nightmares. Always having something to prove. But if she could go back, choose a different path, is this what her life would be? She'd be married by now, most likely to nobility, an arrangement between the two Houses. Did true Love have such little meaning? No. That life wasn't for her. Not if you liked being kept in a cage. Her way is Action.
She was doing fine, until the mention of Algarian Madness halted her step. Her face stayed impassive, not betraying the battle inside waging for control. Despite the anger that filled her, and her tendancy to be ruled by her impulses, she reacted as a true daughter of House Melantha. She would answer this one question, and that would be the end of it. Was she infact suffering from Algarian Madness? She flashed a brief and yet dazzling smile for the media, her big hazel eyes effortlessly concealing tension. She would then counter with a charming response. "Do I look like someone suffering from Algarian Madness?" Leaving no more room for questions, she proceeded with Orion to the bar. But her moment of peace would have to wait, quickly dissolved by a force vision. The change in her was subtle, most notably in her eyes, and then her breathing. When it was over, she didn't talk about it, or make any indication of what she experienced. It wasn't until she ordered a second round of Corellian Brandy, that she broke the silence between them. "Commando versus Stormtrooper. Who would win?" It was a playful challenge, in hopes to bring an end to her darkening mood. And her bet was on the Stormtrooper, of course.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Tuesday, 28 Feb 2012, 4:38 PM | Message # 10 |
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| He kept to his Corellian Ale but was intrigued by her choice of Corellian Brandy. He wasn't someone who believed in awkward silences, and he spent their quiet time at their table, observing her; studying all the little movements, mannerisms, and behaviors she display. He also noticed her mood, which had changed noticeably, as well as her demeanor. He would guess it was from the media attention, but it faintly called out as something more. Whether or not this was discussed, he would leave up to her. He could tell though, being in such a mood was not a good thing for her. He was mulling over how to lighten the mood, taking his second drink with hers, when she spoke.
He playfully laughed at her question. "Well, I guess that depends... and an interest matchup..." he said, taking some time to think. "Commandos are trained to be able to do any role required on the battlefield, we may, as individuals, have a focus, but we can do all things. We're also trained to operate in squads, no more, and often less. Teamwork is absolute necessity to a Commando, and at the same time, ability as an individual. We can do anything, anytime, anywhere." he said. After taking a drink, he continued, "Now the Stormtroopers, you have everything handed to you on a silver platter by the government. You get all the good gear, good armor, good vehicles, Navy flies you around in their best ships. You're also trained to be deployed as a division. Yes you have squads, platoons, companies, battalions, regiments, and all that, but I've never seen a Stormtrooper unit deployed as less than a Legion. Broken down into smaller units in its deployment, yes, but the whole Legion goes to the same place. You've also been specialized; these guys do this, those guys do that," he said, using several gestures throughout to iterate his point. A small quirk when he began to 'debate'. He smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes for a moment. "One on one, my credits are on the Commando. Now take a Commando, and make him a Stormtrooper... that's one individual I don't want to meet on the battlefield."
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
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Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 29 Feb 2012, 6:56 AM | Message # 11 |
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| Her drink of choice, Whiskey, there was nothing quite like a Whiskey hangover. She also enjoyed a good Brandy, and something she called a 'mind eraser.' It was a mixed drink she created, meant to be shared, and sucked down as quickly as possible. Not only does it get you stupidly drunk faster, true to its name, it gives you a killer brain freeze. Her second drink, she made an attempt to enjoy more. She let the glass linger against her lips, and when she took her next sip, she made it last longer, closing her eyes in the process. If one did take the time to observe her the way Orion did, they might think she were in her own galaxy. She sometimes appeared distracted, rarely sitting still, and when she did, was she daydreaming? She had a nervous habit of taking the polish off her nails, and twirling the same strand of hair that had come undone. And although it seemed like she wasn't listening, she was really holding onto his every word.
She took another sip, and another, and so much for her attempt at savoring her drink. After she killed it, her eyes would lock onto his, excitement written in her gaze. "My turn" she announced, both of her thumbs pointing in her direction, before finding her empty glass to hold onto. "The 13th are not your typical Stormtroopers. I suppose I'm living proof of that. One battlefield to the next, with no break in the front line. A constant unit, shipped from one war zone to the next or fighting on multiple planets, in multiple fronts. Experienced on numerous fields, and ready for any environment. The Commandos are sent in to fight and flee. Capture or kill. The 13th has to hold the line, they will do it to the very last man, no matter the odds." As the bartender came around, she paused a moment, and whispered something in his ear. Nodding in understanding, he walked away, leaving her with a smile of mischief and glint in her eyes. She turned back toward Orion, smile still teasing her lips. "One on one, my credits are on the Stormtrooper. But my heart is on the Commando, because I would hate to have to hurt you...ah just in time" she said as their drink came. She thanked the bartender as she took the drink, holding it between them. They each had their own straw, and hers was already in her trigger hand(the left). "On three?"
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Sunday, 04 Mar 2012, 1:29 AM | Message # 12 |
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| He listened to her response, and smiled. "I guess we'll have to agree to disagree on it, although... I'd love to see you try to hurt me," he said to with a cocky smirk that revealed his dimples. He was lost for a moment in the thought of a friendly spar between them, but observed her ordering of more drinks. He would try to order another ale, but the barternder promptly turned his back on him and walked away before he could. He was slightly annoyed by the man not even seeing to him, despite having two empty pint glasses now sitting in front of him. Then again, thus was the priced you paid when at a bar with a pretty girl. Thankfully, so far, no one had come up to try to nudge him out of the picture with her, as he was having a great time so far... despite the media storm when he walked her in. An event he had came into dreading, was now turning into an enjoyable experience.
When the bartender came back with a new drink, he popped his left eyebrow in mystery. There was no explaination, no warning, just a simple go order. He noted the left handedness, and was suddenly curious if that was natural handedness. Were they to ever go to a shooting range, or enter combat, together, she would find that he too, shot left handed, although he was right handed. It was an odd coincidince, which led to several confused instructors at the Academy. He didn't ask questions, as he assumed with her, it was best not to at most times. He was also enjoying the moment, for the first time in a long time. Alocohol also made the ghosts go away, but that was a conversation for a much different time. He went ahead and put his right hand on the straw. "Let's do it."
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Monday, 05 Mar 2012, 6:12 PM | Message # 13 |
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| "We can both agree that I'm right," she said with a smirk to match his, only she had one dimple on her right cheek. Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes this time. A sadness lingered inside of her, and no matter how hard she tried to stuff it down, it just seemed to keep coming back. When she had the force vision, she had absorbed part of Ne'tra's emotions into herself. It was a little overwhelming. A feeling she was becoming well acquainted with. It wasn't that she was getting used to it either, maybe she was just learning to make room for it.
She was doing it again. Beating herself up over something out of her control. What if she was there? Could she have stopped it from happening? She was blaming herself for not being there. It was where she belonged. Her place was with the 13th. For the first time, she felt more kin to the Clones than her own kind. Her father was over at the podium, and from the looks of it, he was engaged in a deep conversation with General Shepard. Her best friend Aimee, was seated with her doting husband, sharing a joke with friends. And what was the notorious Merav doing? Knocking drinks down like it was nobody's business.
For now, she would make another attempt to push thoughts of Algarian aside. The drink would perhaps give her the boost she needed. The mind eraser was a mix of club soda, vodka(SW equivalent?), and caf liquor. It is a sneaky cocktail that goes down so nicely that it takes two or three before the effect hits you. And by that point, you'll understand how the cocktail really got its name. "I'll race ya," she said, arching a single slender brow in the process of counting down to three. When she hit three, she jabbed her straw into her mouth and started sucking the drink down as quickly as possible.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Thursday, 15 Mar 2012, 1:18 AM | Message # 14 |
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| If he knew what she was going through, he would be able to relate. His first few years of duty were constant deployments, aside from training. He was always out in the field or learning a new job. Now, it was just training. Not to learn a new job, but just to train... stay sharp, maybe practice new techniques, strategies, or tactics, but in the end, training, training and more training. He was in a similar position as she was, more or less; he craved the field, craved action, but was denied by "politics". He was gaining a hatred of politics, and bureaucrats, who did nothing but collect a paycheck and claim the success of others for their own. It was kind of nice to get a break from it all in the relatively empty bar area.
General Shepard, the outgoing commander of the Empire's Special Operations Command, was likely either probing Lord Merav for information, credits, favors, or all three. Even at an event like this, the man always worked, either for the Empire or himself. Karath was more content with where he was right now, away from all of the people and the "chaos" of noble congregation, and here, in a near-empty bar off to the side, with who was probably the most interesting person in the galaxy, or at least to him anyways. The nobles provided entertainment, as if watching a holovid, except some were even more dramatic to the point of disbelief, as did the band that was playing. Jazz music; he found something to enjoy in all music, especially the band that was play, but he preferred Heavy Isotope, Core Drive and their related genres.
For a moment, a mere moment, she seemed lost, and then suddenly, she snapped back. When she issued her challenge, he gladly accepted. "You're on!" he said, flashing a smile, and then on her signal, sucking down his straw as well. Irregardless of who won their race to the bottom of the glass, and he would relentlessly try to win, a song began to be played by the band that perked his ears. Whether it was just that they were good, or the alcohol making it seem that way, he looked at her for a moment. "Want to dance?" he asked, realizing as he did, that he hadn't danced since the Academy's annual balls.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 20 Mar 2012, 2:29 PM | Message # 15 |
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| Fajra was in love with all the things she should resist. Alcohol being one of them. It was part of the reason she was in this mess. She didn't know when to stop, and once she started, it was a downward spiral from there. Alcohol was also the least greatest threat to her. The real problem was the drugs. And although she's been clean since Algarian. The temptation was there, and not an easy thing to ignore. Nothing was ever easy. She couldn't just fall asleep without it being a task. "It's always complicated," she said, a forced smile parting her lips. "I shouldn't drink so much. I didn't always..." There were a lot of things she did now that she wouldn't have a few years ago. But she was hopeful that things would get better. That she could turn everything around. She had to try, if not for herself, she would do it for the Legion.
The drink did seem to give a pleasant and numbing ice cold rush to the head. She nibbled on the straw a little bit, while stabbing at the ice chips at the bottom. It wasn't very Lady like, but she didn't really care. Fajra was always the little rebel, even when she hadn't been tainted by substance abuse. "Do I want to dance?" She repeated, surprised by the question. She hadn't really noticed the shift in music till now, taking a turn for the best. At least it wasn't the crap that was playing when they first walked in. After impaling her straw into a cube of ice, she set the empty glass down onto the bar top. Leaving her clutch with the bartender, she then offered Orion her arm. "To the dance floor we go!"
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