Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
Patrick had been wandering around the Crimson Ferret since some of the crew started to act insane. So far two of the crew had tryed to attack him, another wanted his hat for some reason, and others just were acting strange. On any other day, he would had thought that most of them were drunk, buttoday things just seemed to wierd.
He had ran down the hallway when he heard an alarm go off signaling an airlock had opened in dead space. Patrick followed the hallway untill he saw three high-ranking members of the crew. He first saw Rok, probabily the biggest crew member onboard the ship. Then the red hair of Saede Taggart caught his eye, she seemed to want to know answers like Patrick did. Finally he saw the person who had brought him aboard the crew, Serrena Alcine.
"Oye! Air lock alert for this sector... you two ok?"
Patrick looked back at Serrena and Rok, also wanting the answer to that question.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)The shot hit Lori squarely between her shoulder blades instantly severing her spine. Jon clung to her tenaciously as the autopilot accelerated away from the scene, turning the Jedi away from the Sith so he couldn't shoot her again, but, the one shot was enough.
A calm seemed to come over her and she smiled at Jon. Looking into his eyes she asked, "Jon, you know I always loved you, don't you? ¨
"I know, Lori,¨ Jon replied with tears welling up in his eyes, but, she was already dead.
Lori's lifeless body slipped from Jon's grasp and fell into the raging surf below.....
'LORI, NOOOOOOO!!!' Jon cried aloud, waking himself from his recurring nightmare. Realizing it was a dream didn't make him feel any better.
Sitting up, he looked around. Where in the hell was he.
He was in a small cubical room with a hatch-like door that had what appeared to be an observation window. It was empty save for an empty bottle that had been full of Corellian whiskey - that explained the headache - and his crumpled jacket he had used as a pillow - that explained the sore neck.
Getting up, he shook out his jacket and put it on. With some effort, he began to recall the events leading up to his being... here.
Here - was the Crimson Ferret's Revenge - the infamous pirate ship. Some time - yesterday? - he had arrived on board with Alema. She had showed him where his quarters were located and where the galley and the bar could be found. She said introductions would have to wait as the Revenge was about to depart on a new mission. Just make yourself at home.
So, Jon had found a bottle of Corellian and begun wandering the oddly empty corridors of the vast ship. He would have thought a vessel this size would have crew running about everywhere. Oh, well. He really wasn't in the mood for small talk. Eventually he had found this room - Ysalamiri Holding - and looked inside out of curiosity. Inside he found - silence. Other than the odd notation "Tantor was here" scratched onto the wall, the room was empty; but, it must have excellent soundproofing because the dull roar that had plagued Jon recently was silent in this room. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and feeling the effects of the Corellian, Jon settled in the take a long, peaceful nap.
Now he was awake and hungry and set out to find the galley. Upon leaving the confines of the small room, the roar quickly filled Jon's head again. It sounded like the staticky hum of a poorly tuned radio - just an extremely annoying background noise. @#%$! He was going to have to wear ear plugs to stay on this ship. Or did it start before he arrived - he couldn't remember.
Making his way along a corridor though the area that held the crew's quarters, he saw Alema. She was shouting at the back of a quickly departing crew member. It was the same Mandalorian she had been reading the riot act to when he first met her on Mygeeto.
"Everyone is alone, and everyone is going to stay that way. I hope you're happy. I'll be in my bunk."
Jon was definitely unsure what was going on, not that it was any of his business, but, she was the only person he knew here. If she was having problems, perhaps he should at least offer to help.
"Alema, is everything OK? Are you all right?" he asked the small twy'lek offering her an encouraging smile even though his head was still splitting from his hangover.
Edited by: Jon Paolo at: 8/9/07 2:59 pm
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Kady took the hydrospanner and the semi-important-thing-that-still-looked-like-a-piece-of-junk in one arm and tucked the data pad under the other. She nodded and moved into a niche in the side of the hallway as she received her orders from Curt. She sat cross legged on the floor, tucking her legs in as far as possible, to keep from upsetting any others that might pass by. When she was finished she was nearly invisible unless you were standing in front of her hideaway.
The device sat in her lap, almost clean enough to reflect a bit of Kady’s face back up to her. She bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed now that she’d gotten what she’d asked for. She put the data pad on the floor beside her, and called up information on the hydrospanner. Once she understood what her tool was and how it worked, she turned her attention back to the broken discharge motivator. She punched at the data pad until the information if came up.
It didn’t help much.
With a sigh, Kady dropped the piece of machinery on to her lap, and a faint clunking noise came from within it. With in minutes, Kady had mastered the hydrospanner, and there was a small hole in the side of the contraption. Kady shook it again. Nothing came out. She stuck her fingers in to pry what ever it was out, but a jab and a yelp later had Kady sucking on a bleeding finger. Five minutes later, three out of five fingers were down for the count, but the loose piece had been successfully taken from within the bowels of the horrible metal thing that she had done battle with. Nursing her hand, she set out to browse the data pad in hopes of finding out exactly what the piece of metal was.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Alema, is everything OK? Are you all right?"
Caught up in her own storm of frustration and bitterness, the Twi'lek didn't immediately notice Jon nearby. Ah! she noted. The nice one. You met him recently didn't you? On Tatooine? Ah, I don't even have to ask anymore.
There was a moment, brief as a flash of lightning, during which Alema appraised her current position. She and Jon had somewhat similar backgrounds, both of them knew that. It meant he was mostly likely to be vulnerable to an assault on his sympathy.
Was she serious about this? She barely knew him! But you can have him. Come on. Think about it. Show that Mandalorian idiot you don't need him. Her fingers strayed to the "love bite" Savin had left on her neck. The easiest way to gain his sympathy would also be an excellent way to avenge herself on the Mando. She could. She could make it believable.
No. Then he'll be too considerate and respectful to go near you himself. Totally defeats the purpose.
"I just..." her words caught and she drew a brief, shuddering breath. "I don't... I just don't know what anybody wants." Her hand dropped from her neck, her eyes forlorn and downcast. "Why does everyone have to play games with me?" It was a ludicrous thing for Alema to object to, her, as she was doing her best to play on the weaknesses of every man who crossed her path. But it wasn't so outlandish. After all, Alema normally was bothered by this contrived little social battle.
She sighed heavily and pressed her hand to her forehead. "I don't know anymore." She looked up to him again, her eyes and voice pleading. "Have you ever wanted something and felt like nobody noticed? Or cared?"
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Jon was perplexed. A woman's thought process was usually a mystery to him even when he had a clear head, and, he didn't really know Alema very well; but, this didn't seem like the same assertive, self-confident person that he met in Tatooine and invited him to become a member of the Revenge. And. he would have never expected that lady to have a - bite - like that on her neck.
"Have you ever wanted something and felt like nobody noticed? Or cared?"
Well, yes. He wanted Lori back. He wanted to go home to his family. Neither of which were possible.
"Yes, every minute of every day. What is it you want, Alema? he asked the little twi'lek sadly.
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Alema stared past Jon at the seam between the wall and the floor for a few seconds. There was such an odd sincerity to Jon that she found fairly endearing most of the time, particularly in constrast to Savin's swaggering manly displays. If something was bothering him it seemed like it was. When he was anxious or grateful or tired or upset, there were clues. It spoke well of his character as a man.
It also laid those weapons right in Alema's hands.
"I want..." Her jaw set in determination and she shook her head. "...to not talk about other men with you. What are you up to?"
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By then it seem judging on what she knew of Rok and Serrena...then of what she came upon to see earlier. Was something seem out of place. For if anything the two she knew as being the best of friends suddenly seem duke it out. In what appeared to be some sort of disagreement.
Was definetly something to ponder and seem be out of place. And yet with all this going on had made Sam feel a bit uneasy. Unsure of what was going on she slowly crept back to the sideline. Continue to avoid what little contact she had with the others. As a sense of uneasyness crept into her mind .....
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"I want ...to not talk about other men with you. What are you up to?"
So... that tells me what you really want is another man, Jon thought to himself. Obviously that mando'ad from the way she reacts to him. Jon quickly assessed his feelings about that and found he was rather indifferent.
He really never considered the possibility of finding a romantic interest on a pirate ship. Before he met Alema he had no idea there were women pirates. He wasn't even sure that he thought a shipboard romance was a wise thing. If things went badly, there would be no way to avoid the other person. If things went well, how would it affect your decision making in critical, dangerous situations? It just didn't seem like a good idea.
Mainly though, he still had unhealed wounds from losing Lori. That ordeal obsessed his thoughts. True, he was getting better; but, there was still too much raw emotion.
No, all in all, he had no problem with Alema being attracted to someone else.
"I was on my way to the galley," he replied. "I guess my last meal was that dinner we had on Tatooine and I'm starving! Then I need to get cleaned up. I never made it back to my quarters last night. I found, ..uh.., a quieter place to sleep. Care to join me in finding some food?"Edited by: Jon Paolo at: 8/10/07 1:12 am
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)Dinner on Tatooine. Oh, yes, that's right. Well, that's almost a date already. And what else do you-- stop it! You tell me. Alema flinched as the voice roared in her head, angry at less than immediate access to her memories. Ah. Lost a Jedi? Saving him, huh? So that's what's wrong with him. Well. With my motivation and your skills, we'll see what we can do about him, eh?
It didn't seem right. Something stirred again, alerting her that it wasn't right, that seeing his loss as a weakness to be exploited, as a challenge to be overcome... there was just something monstrous about it. How do you make it with that kind of sweet, stubbornly resistent sort of guy, huh? Alema didn't really want to. But according to you he's had something resembling your training. Don't you want to see if you're better? Of course she was better. That wasn't the point. Look. He's lost someone and he's lonely. You're lonely, too. There's nothing wrong with letting him know.
Privately infuriated by her own backpedaling and indecisiveness, Alema settled on figuring it out later. "I think that'd be nice. I've hidden away some leftovers from last night, and if Klassk hasn't found them there should be enough for two people." She headed past him and stopped to smile at him over her shoulder. "Well, let's go see what we can find. If one of the guys finished off everything, I can always make something."
About halfway to the galley, Alema found her gaze trailing along the wall as her thoughts wandered. It really wasn't fair to Jon to spend time with him and think about her recent disappointments with Savin. She'd given him more than a fair shot, and if he didn't want her then that was his loss. Maybe Jon would understand.
Bolstered by that thought, she turned on the lights in the galley and pointed toward the cooler. "Should be some rycrit stew in there, along with with a little bit of Gungan jambalaya I was saving for later. Help yourself."
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Kady seemed to be happy enough working on the little project Curt had given her, and so for the time being the Firrerreo was content to just sit nearby in the rec room devoting the time to some of his own jobs that needed doing, re-wiring the control interface for example. There were more pressing matters that required the mechanic's attention, but for one he wasn't comfortable leaving Kady alone in engineering just yet, and also the ship was still at its call to stations, although so far nothing seemed to have come of it. The ship had held together this long, it wasn't about to fall apart right this second.
Everything was quiet though... really quiet, too quiet, in the short time Curt had been on the 'Revenge' had come to realise that for all the many things it may be it was never quiet. Something was coming, the man could feel it in his gut, but whatever it was he couldn't pin it down and so just brushed it off as silly superstition.
It was at this point the Firrerreo noticed an alarm going off on the dashboard, there was always an alarm going off on the dashboard, but this particular one was different. It meant that an air lock had been opened on... nothing, just space, empty space. Hitting the comlink on the control panel, Curt called out over the system to check that anyone who was in that area was alright.
"Is everyone alive down there? What's up with this ship at the moment, everything feels... wrong."
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"Rycrit stew! I haven't had that since I was at Corellia University. There was a small twy'lek cafe by campus - kind of a Mom and Pop operation - that catered to the students. But to eat it right, you have to have munch fungus bread to mop the bowl! Have any?"
Jon knew he was rambling. He was just trying to buy a little time to observe Alema. She was definitely not the same person he had met on Tatooine - or maybe - this was just a side of her that she didn't reveal there. It could be that she was being all business there and here - this was home - and she was letting her .. tchun-tchin down.
It was actually really nice to see that she had this side to her. He found himself liking her - not necessarily in a romantic way - but, he had shared more of his story with her than anyone else. He felt comforted that they had similar experiences - unwanted as they were to both of them. Misery loves company he thought to himself wryly.
He was happy to find that there was some stew left in the refrigerator. Taking two bowls from the cubbard, he prepared them each a healthy serving.
Folding a small towel over his arm, he set a bowl in front of Alema, and, with a small mock-bow, asked with a grin, "And how else may I serve, m'lady?"
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Alema, were she in her usual frame of mind, would have been thrilled that her new acquaintance had some familiarity with Twi'lek cuisine and even enjoyed it. It would have been a chance to make a few generous social gestures, certain in the knowledge that they'd be an appreciated comfort for someone like Jon, someone like her. Someone who needed it.
But this wasn't Alema's usual frame of mind, and at this stage remarks like Jon's last would not escape unnoticed. I told you he'd come around. Putting on a brave face, little jokes. Pretending he's having a good time. Your friends are all just like you, honey. Aren't they? There was no reply. Well, I guess that means I've got free reign.
"M'lady?" She arched her eyebrows and kept in a low chuckle. "I kind of like that..." Reaching for her bowl, she said lightly, "I think perhaps you'd just better have some stew before you get too involved with 'serving' me, Jon." She laughed, but the shrug of one shoulder betrayed some truth behind her words. "Dinner first, Alema's needs second." She made a shooing motion with her hands. "Eat."Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 8/10/07 1:18 pm
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Kady had the whole thing disassembled now, and was carefully piecing the parts back together, as she would a puzzle. Following the diagram shown on the data pad, she rebuilt the entire gizmo, and still had not found a place for the little piece of metal that had fallen loose inside. She began dismantle the thing again, but soon lost interest in repeating that particular engineering feat again. Instead, she examined the loose piece that seemingly fit nowhere.
It was about an inch long, and covered in some kind of metal that she was not familiar with. As she looked closer (wishing that she a pair of those goofy magnifying glasses that jewelry sellers always wore, she noticed, plug like shape at either end of the bit. Intrigued, Kady called up the information on the circuitry of the gizmo. She’d found the answer to her puzzle, though she had no idea on how she could have missed it in the first place. She quickly completed the circuit, then decided to take her own sweet time to finish the rest of the machine-thing.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Just a minute. There's just one thing missing," Jon replied and, leaving the twi'lek for a moment, hurried to the storage room next to the bar. Jon discovered the room during his explorations the previous evening. It seemed to have bottles of wines, beers, and liquors from every planet imaginable. Someone definitely wanted to keep the crew happy on this ship.
Here it was. Jon thought he remembered seeing it last night - a half dozen very old, dusty bottles of fermented fungus ale - the perfect drink to accompany rycrit stew.
Taking two bottles, he returned to Alema and showed her his prize.
Grinning disarmingly at Alema, Jon said, "Here we go. The perfect drink to go with the perfect meal with perfect company!"
Jon wiped the dust from a bottle and opened it for her. Handing the bottle to the small twi'lek, he said, "It's old stuff. I hope it's still good."
Jon opened his bottle and tried it. Grimacing, he laughed and remarked, "It's good, but, it's definitely an acquired taste for me."
Sitting down to eat, Jon looked at Alema intently. Sobering somewhat, he put his spoon down, turned to her and said, "I know I'm being a bit silly. It's just that you've been very kind to me and I wanted to make our meal.. as special as possible.. to show you my gratitude. Thank you, Alema. You've allowed me to come here and have given me a chance to have a future that doesn't involve running from shadows all the time. It means everything to me."
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Alema wrapped her fingers around the neck of the ale bottle, skimming over her fears of intoxication like a flat stone over water. Look how cute it is. He likes you! He wants to be your friend. You've done half my work for me already. Did you plan this and not tell me? Absurd notion. She'd just understood that being alone for years wouldn't make him happy, and wouldn't make him safe. She gave him the same place to go that had accepted her. Yes. And having this nice little boy right here on the ship made no nevermind to you, I'm sure.
"Koahiko," she responded. "Don't worry about it." This next.... this was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea. She shouldn't do this. He didn't need to know any more. Already he knew more than anyone else living. His weaknesses aren't the only weapons at our disposal. Now shut up and let me do our job.
"After..." Amazing. There was still hesitation. It's actually difficult to get the words past you. Still some fight in you yet, huh? Well, it isn't cute. So knock it off."After Theo died, I was alone for a long time. Functionally alone for years. No one to know if I was alive or dead or, worse, if I relapsed and eventually faded away somewhere. It always seems safer at the time, seems sensible. But it doesn't help."
Taking a long drink from her ale, she set it back down on the table. "And y'know, if I hadn't gotten shot nearly to death by a Crimson Guardsman when the Imperials invaded Myrkr I would still be living that way. It was luck that brought me aboard and now that I'm here... It's not good to be alone, Jon." She took a long look at Jon, taking in his posture, his expression, the way his hand was laid on the table. Alema spared a little half-smile. "For anyone." The smile faded. "Especially people like us. Being alone is part of the problem with us, isn't it? Aren't you tired of trying to forget a past that separates you from everyone you meet? People who couldn't possibly know... what it means to go through that and... and come back."
"How about this." She held her bottle out halfway across the table for a toast. "To second chances."
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<<OOC "little boy"? I remind you Jon is 6'5" and weighs 230-240 pounds. Any other measurements you're curious about you have to find out for yourself - but, I assure you there's nothing little about Jon :) >>
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Jon took his ale bottle and gently clinked it against Alema's, solemnly repeating her toast, "To second chances."
The improbability of the situation hadn't been lost on Jon. What were the odds that the only person he had gotten to know since he had been released from the Jedi Compound following his recovery, would have had a life that so closely mirrored his - at least the recent parts of it. He would have bet against it. But here he was, sitting next to another.. survivor.
Your right, Alema. Being alone is hard - very hard. I.. I grew up in a loving family on Dantooine - Gods I never realized what a sheltered life I lead. I fell in love with the girl next door and expected to spend the rest of my life with her. I was never alone - never. Now everyone is a stranger.
Looking into her eyes, he continued, "Until I met you."
Perhaps looking into her eyes was the wrong thing to do. He had never looked closely at her eyes before and now he found them mesmerizing. They were glistening umber pools of unfathomable depths. Depths a man could easily become lost in.
Sitting back, he shook his head and thought, What the hell? Where did that come from?
He picked up his bottle of ale and looked at it, took a sip and put it back down. Maybe those girls he took to that twi'lek cafe in college had been right after all - they claimed twi'lek food made them... receptive.
Looking back at Alema he thought, But @#%$ her eyes are beautiful!
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((OOC: She has a very condescending ghost in her head right now. Pay her no mind. And yes, perhaps she will learn the rest. We'll see!))
"Until I met you."
Something inside Alema laughed wildly. This was going to work. This one she could capture for herself even if she'd been meddled with by Savin's 'guests.' This is so easy! He's been under your nose for a little while now and WHY didn't you go after him immediately? Obviously it had been because she felt Jon needed a safe place to stay, not a lover to take care of. And anyway, Alema had her own problems and nobody to help her with them. Jon certainly didn't need to deal with them. Your problems ARE the problem, honey. What a terrible thing to say.
Face it. He likes me better. Everyone likes me better.
That was... too stunning to bear. Alema put her hand on the edge of the table like she was going to shove herself back away from it. We're not going anywhere. Now stop. You finish this. It's not going to take much more. This was wrong. She should leave him alone, go back to her room. Have some tea, maybe.
Stop interfering with me. You've had your chance to do things your way. Now it's my turn and everybody likes me better. They've all been frustrated by you long enough. Watch.
Alema glanced down to the tabletop, her lashes coming down to break eye contact with Jon. Careful now. She lifted her eyes again and there was a long slow moment of silence before she spoke. "Jon," she said quietly, uncertainly. "What do you think of me?"Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 8/11/07 1:39 pm
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"What do you think of me?"
Jon was pretty sure his eyes glazed over at the question. It was of those dreaded questions women inevitably ask that no man has an adequate answer for. No matter how much he likes the lady, deciding exactly what she needs to hear, what she wants to hear, is always an elusive enigma.
That she would ask it was rather shocking. After all, they hadn’t known each other very long. True, they had some things in common that gave them a foundation they may build a friendship upon; but, really Alema. What kind of question is that?
“It’s kind of soon for a question like that, isn’t it, Alema? Do me a favor; ask me that again in a couple of months. For now, I’ll give you a couple of impressions I have.”
Jon took a sip of his ale, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.
“First, I think because of your past you’ve built a defensive wall around yourself and it’s hard for you to trust and open up to others. I know that inside that wall you have a kind, caring heart because you saw a stray like me and gave him a new home. I understand the need to protect yourself, Alema, and, I feel honored that you’ve chosen to share as much about yourself with me as you have.”
“That’s one thing. In an entirely different vein, I..”
Jon took another larger drink of his ale and ducked his head, seemingly embarrassed and continued in a much quieter voice.
“I think you are one of the most exotically beautiful women I’ve ever met.”
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"Hm," Alema replied thoughtfully. She made no effort at hiding a smile of pleasure at his words. She knew how this body looked, and it was a tragedy that its original owner didn't get more use out of it.
Ask him again in a couple of months, eh? Thinks he'll be there that long... maybe he will be. If he's as entertaining as he promises.
She stood up to put away her empty bowl as a pretense to leave her chair. "Well, thank you for that, Jon." Alema's smile turned inward and private as though reacting to something entirely different. She brought her ale back over and instead of reclaiming her seat across from Jon she slid in beside him. "It's been a long time since I was interested in attention from men, but sometimes... sometimes it's nice to be noticed." She reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "You're not so bad yourself." She pulled back and laughed at herself. "But I'm sure that's not news. You probably have a lot of women hanging on your every word. I don't have to tell you why."
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By then seeing all was well...that is from what she figured. Being that with every second they came farther and farther out. The more stranger and uneasy she felt about things....that being an understatement. that nothing was ever normal or sane here but this was ....'
Something she rather not think of now with them come so close to the edge. Close to the edge of know space and into the abyss of outerspace. Where few seem willing to venture and just the same for good reason. For deep within its boundaries...lurks danger beyond what they can imagine.
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Serrena's lips opened to reply, but that was as far as control of her own body would go. Her eyes fluctuated wildly between crimson and green as she struggled for control of herself. Eyes wide, she scrambled away from Rok and Saede, and barely heard Curt's voice over the comm system.
Getting to her feet, the dancer bolted from the hanger, running at full speed through the halls and back to her quarters. Once inside, she locked the door and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol she saw, a half empty Varasian brandy. She drank it down, nearly choking as the amber liquid burned its way down her throat.
Moments later, she found herself sprawled out on the floor, gazing up at her ceiling. Only, she wasn't herself. This time...this time was different than the warmongering spirit who'd invaded earlier.
Serrena stood, under firm control of her new 'friend' and sauntered over to her full length mirror. Her crimson eyes were now a dark, sultry blue, and a decidedly wicked pout rippled across her lips.
"Oh honey...this will never do if we're gonna have a little fun. It's been all too long since I've had a body to work with..." she purred, her tone darker and more malevolent than anything Serrena herself had been able to utter.
Slender fingers opened the nearby closet and a peal of delighted laughter passed her lips. "My kind of girl! Let's wear something wicked..." the voice uttered, plucking out a little black lace number and a pair of spiked heels that added several inches to her height.
Once dressed, her hair was artfully mussed and left loose, the chestnut curls hanging loosely to her waist. What remained of Serrena in her own mind had retreated once more to a tiny corner, too weak to fight back and beginning to fade away.
Slow, sensual steps carried her through the Revenge's hallways, reveling in the men's glances and purring at the glares of the women. Voices drew her down a side hallway, where she sauntered through the mess hall and into the kitchen, and paused just outside the door.
You leave Alema alone!
Quiet, honey...I'll do what I want and whom I want. You body needs to be used again...this almost celibate life you've been leading is so over.
Stepping into view, Serrena leaned in the doorway, her body posed just so, brilliant dark blue eyes gleaming. "What do we have here, hmm? Found yourself a little playmate, Alema?" the malevolent voice purred decantly passed her lips in a voice that was and wasn't Serrena's all at once.
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An incoherent tide of rage built inside the Twi'lek at the sight of the half-Chiss dancer. The fact that she would be here at this of all times! She could hardly believe it, she certainly didn't appreciate it and she would never tolerate it.
She appraised the situation quickly. Serrena was an expert with men once she had them in bed, and no mistake about that. She was also an expert at marketing herself to the men she wanted. Their specialties diverged in one area, though. Alema was schooled in manipulating people and once their immediate purpose was done the idea was to keep them under her control indefinitely. That took a special sort of mindset, and Alema was not going to shrink from this contest.
Does she have to take EVERYTHING? Everything I look at and decide that I want, this little tramp slides in between and takes it for herself! Without fail!
Alema took a deep breath and her mouth curved in an intensely-amused mocking smile. Under the assumption that Jon had experienced training similar to hers in body language and subtle signals of attraction, Alema leaned forward and crossed one leg over the other so that the top leg was pointed toward Jon. Between two people it was a nonverbal sign of growing intimacy and Jon should know that. Here? It was a gesture that was confrontational even as it served to claim the man next to her.
"You seem disturbed, Serrena. What's the matter? Half the ship not enough to keep you amused?" she asked lightly.
Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 8/12/07 12:31 pm
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((OOC Sorry for the delay – it’s been a busy weekend!))
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"You probably have a lot of women hanging on your every word. I don't have to tell you why."
“Do you really think so?” Jon asked laughing at Alema’s implication.
“Honestly? I was pretty bad in college. Lori and I were apart – she was off learning how to be a Jedi and I was in a big city for the first time. There were just too many… opportunities… to play. After college Lori and I got back together and, it was…”
Jon voice broke as memories of his time with Lori flooded back momentarily overwhelming him with emotion. He reached deep down into a pocket and pulled out Lori’s lightsabre. He placed it on the table in front of him and ran his fingertips over its smooth surface, looking at it thoughtfully before continuing..
“Alema, I don’t know if you’ve ever been truly, deeply in love. What I found was that making love with someone you love unreservedly, someone you are totally committed to – is so much better, so much more fulfilling than just- casual sex – with someone you may hardly know. You share your heart and soul with each other, not just your body. Missing that level of intimacy is worse for me than just being alone. It’s what I want, Alema, what I need."
"Since I was taken by the sith, four years ago, my only – relations – were those that were required of me by my mistress. Since I escaped from the island, I… I really haven’t been looking. When I consider it – like that waitress in the bar on Tatooine. She made it clear she was available… I realize it could never be as good as with Lori and I don’t even want to try."
"Maybe those wounds will eventually heal and I’ll be more… interested; but, I know, in my heart, I’ll always be looking for someone to love – not just a lover."
Jon took the last swallow of his ale and, sitting up and looking the twi’lek in the eyes, smiled and asked, “OK. That was my true confession. It’s your turn. What’s going on with you and that big Mando’ad?” With a nod oh his head and an arched brow, he indicated the bite on her neck.
Alema's answer was interrupted by the arrival of another crewmember - a rather scantily clad brunette. Jon recognized the tension her arrival caused in Alema. He put his left hand on Alema's shoulder in a reassuring manner and stood to introduce himself. "Hi. I'm Jon. I guess I'm the newest member of the crew." Edited by: Jon Paolo at: 8/12/07 10:29 pm
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Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)"No, it isn't." Serrena smiled wickedly, arching a delicate eyebrow at Alema. Brilliant blue eyes flickered to the bite mark on Alema's neck, and what little was left of Serrena in her own mind recognized the mark instantly. She sported such a mark on several occasions, and vastly enjoyed the violent foreplay that had led to them.
A hand slowly reached up, deftly tugging the silk woven choker from her throat, and allowing to slowly silde down her flushed skin. It revealed an almost identical mark, but deeper and darker, indicating a sensual repetition. Her head tilted and she shifted her stance, making it markedly more decadent as what light there was danced across her skin to higlight the near-wound.
"We've already been dipping into same candy dish, honey, why stop there?" her voice darkened as she purred, distinctly unlike the dancer's usual tone. Serrena winked slowly and deliberately, at Alema, and let her eyes travel over the lusciously built Twi'lek. As Jon stood, however, she gazed at him and purred appreciatively.
"Welcome aboard, Jon...I'm Serrena." she said softly, tilting her head and extending her hand gracefully to him as she took in the details of his handsome features and exquisitely sculpted physique, though hidden by clothing.
Re: On the Fringes...(CFR Only)
The conversation with Jon had begun to cause some problems before Serrena showed up. Things were getting a little too weird. Love? What was all this about? What an irritating waste of a good chance to flirt, and it was only made worse by the fact that her body's original owner was acting up again.
Honestly, do you think I care what you have to say? You're all revolting. Sulking around mooning over each other and creating a lot of hassle for me. Making everything complicated. It's just that this whole thing was terrible. For a moment Alema fought back the mad urge to scream at Jon to stay away from her, that she was dangerous, that she wasn't worthy of his confidence because all she wanted to do was trap him, possess him. It just wasn't fair.
Stop it. You're making it hard for me to concentrate.
The struggle got fiercer and... then Serrena upped the stakes. The dominant will was too stunned with rage to fight and one genuine moment of agonized shame slipped through the cracks in her self control. For a moment Alema had a chance to take control and stop all this.
Her eyes dropped to her lap and she gave in. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted this to be over, and she didn't have the strength or the will to decide how. She didn't care about fighting anymore. She just didn't want to hear this.
Of course. You'll never have to hear it again. The reassuring thought came on a tide of rage.
No. It stopped here.
"Listen," Alema said, her voice sweet as honey. "We don't need to be like this. There's no reason we can't all be friends." She stood next to Jon and walked away from him, past Serrena, to the opposite cupboard. "I've been hiding this from Savin and Klassk for two days now, and they still haven't found it yet," she whispered confidentially as she pulled half of a pecan pie from behind a stack of ancient cooking magazines.
She set it on the counter and turned to face the others. Without looking away from Serrena she reached back behind her and pulled a long, broad kitchen knife from the block on the counter. She tapped the flat of the blade against her other palm. Once. Twice.
"No room in the galley for all three of us. Jon, why don't you go find us a table out in the mess hall and Serrena and I will settle out some dessert."Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 8/13/07 10:27 pm
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