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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:09 am
Jahan nodded in agreement, reading over the information Ember discovered.
"We might be able to use the ventilation system to enter the bay without being seen, as long as we're quiet. If anyone uses the exhaust system, however, it could become...uncomfortable."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:27 am
"The Ventilation system on these XQ2 Space Platforms is too small to fit an average human." The Officer replied. "Let alone a sentient of your build. Our best bet is to simply utilize the maintenance tunnels and lower level passages to reach it. Ember, download a map of the station onto your datapad so we can keep our bearings."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:39 am
"You learn something new everyday." Jahan muttered to herself over the ventilation size. She pulled her hood up once more and checked her blaster; everything she had was ready, though she didnt' carry much. There wasnt' much she could do for the medic but before they left she got the woman as comfortable as possible.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 11:57 pm
Red eyes peek up at the officer through red bang; embracement coloring Ember’s checks a rosier shade of red.
“Um, unless these belts come with a datapad, I don’t have one.” She admits, shrugging her shoulders and offering up a shy smile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:37 am
The officer groaned in annoyance and drew his own datapad, plugging itin and downloading the schematics.
"I hope this doesnt become a running habit where I have to do everything in this group. I may be human but even I have my limits." he said as he unhooked his datapad. "There. Now all we need to do is wait for Nolaa and we can be off."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 10:41 am
“Oh Mr. Officer, you know you like being a gentleman and helping a lady out.” She giggled at him, seemingly ignorant at the tone of annoyance in his voice as she gently bumped her hip into his.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:35 pm
"Thats Captain Roth Arlos of the Imperial Starfleet to you, female." The Officer declared as he studied the information.
His face fell as though he had remembered something suitably tragic and he sighed.
"At least I used to be..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:23 pm
Jahan bit back a snarky comment at the former captain's words. From his attitude she knew he had a hard time thinking of himself as a civilian. Instead of picking a fight she simply said "Her name is Ember, not 'female'. Try to remember, as there are now two females travelling with you. It could get confusing later if you referred to us in the same manner." She rose to her full height and stretched, making sure her body was as ready to go as her equipment.
"Your helper, Nolaa; he can be trusted?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:31 pm
"I was there for the introductions." Roth replied. "I dont need to be reminded."
Checking his chronometer he glanced up the hallway with an impatient frown.
"Nolaa? Yes she can be trusted. Her loyalty is unquestionable. While not the sharpest Twi'lek in the galaxy, I can assuredly trust her with my life. I dont quite understand why."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:54 pm
“What a lucky boy.” Ember giggled, her red eyes twinkling with humor. “You get to hang with nothing but girls! You’re going to have to start calling us by name now; otherwise, it’s going to get confusing if you keep calling us ‘female’ all the time.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:38 pm
Ignoring Ember for the moment, he gestured down the hall as an attractive, olive skinned Twi'lek woman approached. She was garbed in a tight fitting and revealing outfit, her stride graceful and balanced like a dancer's gait. A collar was clasped about her neck and she easily bore a pack of equipment over her shoulder.
"This is my twi'lek slave, Nolaa'ani." Roth said as the woman aproached, her dark eyes examining Roth's associates. "She was a graduation gift to me by some friends of mine in the Academy. Nolaa, this is Ember and Jahan.
Setting down the pack, she bowed to the two politely.
"Bo shuda." She said to them, greeting them in Huttese.
Roth aproached her and offered her the belt and carbine. The girl clasped the belt around her slim waist, adjusting it to fit, and then checked and primed the carbine with the practiced ease of a proffesional soldier, an action somewhat unusual for an apparant Twi'lek Dancer.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:49 pm
Upon seeing, the Twi’lek Ember wasn’t suppressed as Roth introduced Nolaa as his slave. She merely raised one eyebrow and gave a sidelong glance to Jahan as the twi’lek bowed and said something that she couldn’t quite understand to them.
“Hi.” Ember smiled broadly at her. “I’m Ember.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:12 pm
"Achuta, Em-ba." She said, bowing politely again though slightly mangling the name. "Kava na ta galu?"
Gauging and comprehending the comunication gap, Roth spoke to Nolaa.
"Nolaa, Ember ne rima di hatta."
The Twi'lek's lekku twitched and wriggled. Clearing her throat she bowed again.
"Hello Ember." She said in broken, heaily accented basic. "How you?"
"Her Basic needs some work." Roth explained. "Its not her first language."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:33 pm
Jahan gave a nod of her head to the attractive Twi'lek woman.
"Hello; I'm Jahan. Thank you for helping us." Though I know you didnt' have much choice in the matter. she thought privately. What a delightful combination of contradictions; beatiful but strong, shy but obviously a warrior. Jahan wanted to know more about this new person but knew the language gap would be a problem.
To Roth she said "We will follow your lead."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 6:42 pm
Roth frowned, crossing his arms as he arched an eyebrow.
"You want me to lead? Thats surprising comming from you. Perhaps you're just afraid of getting shot in the back again."
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