| Fajra_Merav | Date: Sunday, 10 Jan 2010, 1:06 PM | Message # 16 |
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| "Not bad" she said as she swept her gaze over the suit. She would then take the jacket from GP and drape it over her shoulder, she took the pants next and held them up to her twenty-two inch waist. Usually pants were always too long for her and needed to be hemmed, but these were tailored as if they knew her measurements. "Eyeglasses?" she would ask, wondering the design of the shades, but she would find out sooner or later. "I'll return to the cockpit when I'm finished" she said as the Jedi departed, leaving her within the company of her men. Fajra would change out of her clothes, leaving only her underwear and sports bra on. She had no shame, but after 9 years it was no longer awkward. There was a lot of movement throughout the ship, weapons were being checked and cleaned, and Patrols 1-5 were getting into their stations. When the Commander was ready, she would enter the cockpit a stranger. The suit was made for her slender frame, and for the most part she wore it correcly. Her blonde tresses were pulled back from her face and wrapped in a bun, a few small locks coiled down
and framed her gaunt face. Her sun-kissed skin was mostly bare, her lips painted a nude pink and eyes rimmed with black kohl liner. Her false eyeglasses were black and had thick frames, but they looked good on her and she already felt smarter =p.
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| Baird | Date: Wednesday, 13 Jan 2010, 1:06 PM | Message # 17 |
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| Sighed slightly. "To hell with that I'd rather go in fully clad in my armor, if it intimidates them then whatever." He then sighed and began to think about it, if he was to end up dead there then his whole adventure would end very shortly. He then nodded stood up and patted the Jedi on the shoulder. "I'll see what I have in stock. I'll be back soon." he stated calmly. He would then head into his private quarters, kicking his dwarf Kath hound. After that he chuckled slightly as it scurried on into its cage. He chuckled slightly then walked over to a footlocker in his quarters and opened it slowly, he'd glare inside then nod, there was something a bit formal that he could wear. He grinned slightly picked up a cloak, and what looked like a full suit. (http://ui11.gamespot.com/1226/renaissancealtair_2.jpg Too lazy to describe it all.) He'd then look around inside his quarters then nod. "Alright then." He smirked a bit then walked out of his private quarters again, with the hood down. He did indeed have all his gadgets hidden within the outfit. He made his way to the cockpit and stood there looking at Havoc. "I'll wear this today, but if I have to again. It better be for some sneaking around or something." The mandalorian would wink over at Fajra then take a seat at the driver's chair. Awaiting orders.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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