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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 16, 2015 12:32:15 GMT -5
Jada was changed now, wearing black leather mostly. Pants with a utility belt and drop holster (housing a Boska DL-44 knock-off), boots just under the knee, and a leather vest/tank-top sort of affair with a central zipper. It held in her not-small cleavage admirably, presumably to Donnie's disappointment. There was a large green duffel slung over her shoulder, and she looked about with idle curiosity. The ship was nice. It was surprisingly spacious, and the truest surprise to the black Twi'lek was that she had her own private quarters.
Of course what was best in her mind was that it was closest to the main entry. That made it a good place for her to be.
The tour was very informative, and when they did finally finish it and Donnie asked for questions, Jada tried to think of ones to express. The fact was that she knew there'd be questions in the future. Quite probably no limit to them. But she still had trouble thinking of any right away. Questions emerged with time, not with concerted effort. The only way was to just deal with them. Still though, she felt obliged to have at least one question now. For decorum.
"Why me?" Jada asked, the thought sort of surging out. After all, she knew the things the others had probably been saying. The distinct lack of trust that was there. But she'd been picked, for bodyguard duty on top of it all, something she'd never done before. How proactive should she be? At what point did they want her to swing her vibroblade or pull the pistol? It was uncharted territory.
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Var led the slicer through the corridors towards the hangar, and she candidly wondered if Sen'da got lost frequently. He seemed absent-minded enough. She'd repeated Enarin's name a few times and the closest that Sen'da usually got was 'Emiliano'. She had visions of having to babysit the man as he sliced just to make sure he spelled things right. Or else just trust he'd read a datapad she left for him. Either way her confidence wasn't particularly high, though the man had come highly recommended from every techie she'd spoken to.
The only downside was the man's status as conspiracy theorist.
If he'd been in past vintages, like Var's awkward Padawan years, he'd probably have had some ideas about the Jedi being a secret society who ran the universe. It was the sort of general things like that which he bubbled off that sincerely made her hope the stick was good enough with computers to find something about Enarin. She needed the kid back. No matter what Donnie said, she still felt responsible.
"And here we are," Var said, gesturing to the Snowball docked before them.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 22, 2015 22:37:09 GMT -5
Donnie smirked at the woman's question. To her, it was obvious, Jada kicked more ass than she'd ever seen anybody kick at once. So far as she was concerned, that meant that Jada was the best to have around in case anybody decided they wanted to hurt her family... That and she was kinda hot, it a sort of death by snu snu way. The latter point was something the Twi'lek decided to keep to herself, however, as Doneeda wasn't entirely sure about how her dark companion would react.
"C'mere" Donnie said, gesturing towards the kitchen, headed to the fridge to grab a drink, explaining while she walked.
" You wrecked the guys who'd been recommended, who were apparently the best on offer...in like 3 seconds." The woman explained, coming to the fridge and popping it open, peering in.
Goddess Var...do you even groceries? Donnie thought to herself, noticing they were out of nearly everything, beer included. She frowned and closed the fridge, turning around and leaned back against it.
" Segway...but you kill it you fill it, ok? We've got like, condiments., and no beer!...I swear to Kuuva'tu everything goes to - " Donnie stopped in mid sentence, Var walking in during her mini-rant, a skinny, green skinned guy in tow.
"Heeeyyy Var! Soo, this is Jada-" Donnie said, gesturing to Jada.
" Our new bodyguard, Jada, this is Var, my lovely and fastidious wife who never forgets to replace things we're out of when we're out of them, ever...." Donnie said cheerily, with a toothy grin, gesturing to the appropriate person as she spoke.
"...aaaand who's this guy?"
Donnie asked, flatly, contrasting her previous tone somewhat.
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Sen looked out the small porthole beside the airlock and saw the side of what he assumed was a YT-2400. If he had an eyebrow to raise, he'dve done it, it wasn't typical of the Boska to have equipment made in the same decade, let alone century, as the rest of the galaxy. This Doneba person was important, if he had to guess. Man hadn't had much time to research who she actually was, his people putting him into contact with Var and things moving relatively quickly caused that lapse of judgement.
The skinny man sighed, turned back to his pale benefactor, now somewhat worried about what he'd gotten himself into. Silently, he turned back around and keyed the lock, the door popping open with a slight hiss, followed by a pair of voices carrying out of the ship. It sounded like one was giving a tour, of sorts. The man put his right arm back through the strap on his backpack, the pack now being "correctly" carried, and climbed down the short way into the ship, waiting at the bottom for Var to descend.
He'd never been inside a 2400 before, and was surprised by it's spaciousness. The Corellians had really outdone themselves, even from where he stood, it was already nicer than any of the ship's he'd been in before.
Sen was careful not to ogle his companion during her descent, she didn't seem the type to take kindly to it, and he wasn't too keen on pissing her off. Summing it up to a gut feeling, the man was keen on staying on her good side, something he figured ogling her ass would probably cause to change in a hurry. Once she'd finished descending, he gestured for her to take the lead, after all, it was her ship.
"After you, m'lady."
He said in a joking tone, making a gesture like he was tipping a hat in the process.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 23, 2015 0:08:31 GMT -5
Var clambered into the ship, with the slicer in tow, who made a deferential show of letting her go in first. As if it mattered. He seemed to be trying very hard to be polite, artificially polite she'd wager. He probably took one look at the freighter and figured their family was an important one. Well he wasn't wrong. Still though, they put on their pants the same way as anybody else. He'd get over it in a hurry.
Once inside though, Var froze to a halt as she looked up at a very large, very black, very scarred Twi'lek. That was unusual for a few reasons.
The first was self-evident, black Twi'leks were absurdly rare, and the more religious among the Boska (which Var still hadn't picked up on save for the occasional nominal holiday celebration) attributed that as a sign of Kuuva'tu, one of the dearer and more important gods. The second though was that the woman was tall, taller than Donnie, and that rattled a few nerves. Finally, the woman had what looked distinctly like acid burns across one side of her face. It was clear immediately that Donnie had picked as a bodyguard some sort of insanely competent commando.
Var's very first thought was that her wife had done some kind of 'favor' for that. Didn't bear thinking of, and she was derailed by the refrigerator stocking.
Truth be told she hadn't eaten anything in two days? Three? It was hard to keep track of.
"This is Sen'da, he comes highly recommended. And the autochef will do until we make landfall. We'll stock up then."
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Jada stared at her new employer's expression, and dutifully followed to the galley area when beckoned. The first explanation given didn't quite make sense to her. The fact she'd beaten down three people wasn't magical. In fact, all three of them were plenty capable. She wasn't too personally angry to appreciate the facts. They would have done just as well for a bodyguard. It wasn't as if bodyguards had much to do unless it was an emergency. The majority of it, or so she'd been reliably informed, was looking the part and simply paying attention.
It seemed to her that anybody could do these things. It wasn't like Doneeda wanted her to fight in a ring.
The tan woman immediately focused on the contents of the cooler, and Jada didn't say a word about it. It wasn't her business to say anything.
She turned to see the two people approaching, one a much shorter white Twi'lek with blue tattoos, wearing armor in fact, and a very slender green male. Both were designated as 'approved' people, which she made a mental note of, providing respectful nods to each of them.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 23, 2015 0:44:56 GMT -5
Donnie nodded in Sen'da's direction, figuring he was the slicer they'd need. If for no other reason than him fitting the steriotype. Short, thin, and in a very un-boskalike way, had a distinct absence of ink. The woman had a feeling he was probably a stray they'd picked up somewhere, given his build and general look. That or he was just unlucky, and got the short end of the proverbial stick genetically...The Twi'lek made a mental note about the pun, and moved on, Var's comment about landfall reminded her they probably had bigger things to worry about than weather or not the fridge had salami. As her wife had said, they had the autochef, and Doneeda knew they had the "goop" and some of the powdered stew...They wouldn't starve, that was for sure, but Donnie wasn't having a beer anytime soon, that was pretty much decided for her.
The woman thought better than to argue with her wife on that point. While they probably could have gotten some supplies...of the alcoholic variety...pushing the topic was something that seemed to be an unwise idea. Var looked like she hadn't slept in days, and having not eaten put her on edge on the best of days....Doneeda's reaction was to nod to Var.
"Sounds like a plan then." Donnie said, realizing she should probably explain why everybody was there.
"Uh...so I guess I should kinda explain what's up then..." Donnie mused, trying to figure out how to phrase my son got stolen and you guys are going to help me get him back, by hacking into a secure police network on a friendly planet and chase down a bunch of mandos who may or may not be overtly hostile in a way that sounded like it actually stood a chance of working.
After a moment, she decided to speak.
"Basically, my son, Enarin, got taken. All we've got to go on is a holonet video, grabbed from the news. From what Var tells me, it was Mandos." Donnie stopped, and gestured to Sen'da.
"You're job is to get into the security network once we get there and see if you can figure out who they were and what ship they were on, ideally." The Twi'lek continued, turning to look at Jada next.
"You, my shadowy protector, are here to make sure we don't get offed in the process. Or kidnapped, or hurt, or whatever. No shooting unless we're getting shot at...that being said, use your better judgement, goddess know's mine's not the best." Donnie explained, a bit of a smirk at the end.
Finally, she looked over at her haggard looking wife, still in armor, and her face softened somewhat. Donnie hated seeing Var like this, it was obvious that she was probably wired and running on adrenaline and pure, concentrated rage. She needed sleep, that much was obvious to Doneeda. Var's endurance was commendable, however help had arrived and they had a day or two, traffic depending, between them and where they were going. There was also the fact that Donnie was, though she was dealing with it pretty well, pretty hungover. She'd woken up the prior morning the top half of a Mirilan sandwich after a night of heavy drinking, and hadn't really slept much.
"You and I, need to get some sleep though. So unless anyone has anymore questions, Var, get your pale ass moving." Donnie said, mock-commandingly at the end, gesturing towards their room.
Just as the tan woman started to move, Sen's hand went up, and Donnie groaned. Whatever he had to ask, that couldn't wait like, four hours, had better've been good, she thought.
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Sen'da listened intently.
His job was clear and made sense, was basically what Var had told him a few hours previously before they'd spoken in person. Nothing surprising or overly difficult, so far as he could tell. Unless where they were going had some kind of unknown imperial presence over and above what he expected, if they stayed out of his way, they'd be in and out in no time.
The thin man was, however, somewhat worried about the gigantic, scarred and black Twi'lek standing nearby. She wasn't really his type, preferring more purple, and less huge, women, and didn't really say anything. Her role in this made sense, however, that of a body guard. Sen made a mental note to just avoid her, to keep his life simpler, he wasn't overly fond of having his arms ripped out of his sockets.
As soon as Donnie asked her final question, he came back to reality, and popped up his hand, getting a groan from Doneeda. He didn't really care, her mention of sleeping did pique his curiosity as to just where he'd be resting his head.
"Uhh, so, Donnie, right?" He asked, receiving a nod from the very busty, very tattooed, tan woman.
"So uh, where do I sleep?" The man asked, somewhat timidly, her groan earlier indicating to him she just wanted to go have a nap.
"The couch, in the den, shit pulls out, yo..." Donnie said, gesturing towards the area of the ship.
Sen responded with a thumbs up, heading towards there to setup his laptop on the coffee table and start working with the holonet to see if there were some other recordings of the "incident".
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 23, 2015 22:52:51 GMT -5
Var blinked a little. Normally when Donnie invoked her ass, she was hoping for something beyond sleep. In fact when ass was mentioned it had always revolved around frisky activities. The fact was, as Var was well aware, she had a nice ass. But yet somehow she couldn't quite believe that her wife was going to be frisky when her son was kidnapped. That prompted a quizzical expression as she obliged, and headed to their room. At the very least she'd change out of the armor, which had become somehow less comfortable than when she'd put it on.
Somehow it didn't bear much thinking about. Either it happened or it didn't, so she turned and looked back over her shoulder just a second at the slicer, the bodyguard, and the wife. Then she entered the room, unzipped herself from the armor, and clad in her tank top and panties fell fast asleep on the pillow immediately. It wasn't dignified, but it was well earned.
Jada, on the other hand, stood quietly during the interchange, noting that to her relief the family she was protecting wasn't snobby. If they were stuffy and boring, or refined, or generally elite in the way that came with tapestries and accents... That probably would have gotten on her nerves. She didn't care for lavish excess. Not one bit. In fact, it grated on her, got under her skin. That wasn't a wise thing to do. No, pissing off the hulking Twi'lek with the huge vibroblade on her belt was a bad idea.
The slicer darted off after talking to Donnie, and the black Twi'lek paused for a second, noticing that almost everyone had left. She gently tapped Donnie on the shoulder for a moment of attention before the woman made a beeline for the bedroom. It was best to intercept her now with the practical concern that somehow nobody had quite addressed.
"Where are we going? And do you want me to fly there?"
Her tone was a tad bit uncertain, as she was still trying to feel out her role.
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Post by The Conman on Nov 23, 2015 23:47:49 GMT -5
Donnie shot a quizzical look back at Var as she left, but figured it was probably a bit too late for the woman to have caught. Either she wasn't pleased about being told she needed sleep, or she thought something was up. Either way, Donnie didn't really mind, chocking it upto lack of sleep and general loopyness. The woman watched the green skinned slicer todder off towards the living room carrying a shoulder bag and a backpack full of what she figured was probably energy drinks and cheese flavored snacks...feeling sorry for him. Some people the gods just didn't smile upon, and he seemed to be one of them, she thought, turning and heading off to follow Var to the sweet sweet retreat of slumber.
She hadn't gotten two steps before she felt a tap on her shoulder. It took a measure of effort to resist a vocal outburst, but she managed it, and turned around, seeing Jada's hulking form within arms reach of her, asking if she should fly them wherever they were going. Donnie hadn't even thought of it, and was intending on programming Tater to do it. The thought of somebody with an actual brain flying the ship was a breath of fresh air, and actually put her somewhat at ease. There was about a 1 in 4 chance of Tater flying the ship somewhere entirely unrelated, or to deep space, or until it ran out of fuel.
The tan Twi'lek nodded and then looked up at the woman and spoke.
" Jada, you're awesome. We're going to Vandeltheim, and please, that'd be great. The keys are in the ignition."
Donnie explained, Jada's features becoming clearer now she was close by. Doneeda had to admit to herself, the woman was, physically, stunning, though the scar across her, somewhat masculine, face was a bit off-putting, and her eyes weren't the same colour. That thought passed, the Twi'lek realized that without the scar, she'dve been a good looking girl, not galactic supermodel quality, but still...it made her wonder how many others had taken the time to actually think about what they were looking at rather than just go "ogodshe'shuge".
Doneeda turned to go, her hand coming to her chin, then stopped herself, holding a hand out to signal Jada to hang around a sec.
" I...uh...never answered your question, Jada..." Donnie said, turning back to the woman, looking up at hear again.
" I picked you 'cause you aren't them. You're a missfit, you're different, you weren't trying to impress me, you weren't jockeying for the job...I knew that if I asked you, you'd do it because you wanted too, not just for status. Be here as long as you want, I won't order you to stay or stop you from leaving, but don't stay against your will. If you're going to do a thing, do it right and do it well, or don't do it at all." Doneeda finished, hoping Jada got her drift.
She was here by her choice, and Donnie wanted to make sure that was clear, while she'd ask somebody to be a bodyguard, she'd never order them too, as to her, a body guard should have loyalty of their own volition, not because of a gun to their head. Donnie yawned, covering her mouth at the last second, and smirking sheepishly and letting out a quick laugh.
"Anywho, enough deep shit, I gotta sleep, I dunno about Var but I'll be back in the land of the living in about 4 hours. We good to go?"
Donnie asked, hoping Jada was gravy and she could go konk out.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Nov 24, 2015 0:38:09 GMT -5
Jada nodded in response to the instructions, and she was perfectly content to leave it at that. However, Donnie added more.
Different people were impressed in different ways, some harder, some easier. It wasn't much of a stretch to say that Jada was on the harder side of the spectrum, if only because most physical feats out of reach for others weren't for her. It was all the more impressive then that Donnie's statement to her was met with that kind of approval. It was one thing to do your duty, to fulfill honorable obligations. That Jada would do. She was sworn by familial binds, she'd given her words. It was written in her tattoos that she was sworn to this life of service.
Donnie's statement showed she knew about commitment, about practicality, about sense. That was a language Jada could speak.
Of course she'd stay.
"I'll get the ship underway," Jada confirmed with a nod, and headed up into the cockpit.
This was going to be a good position. She could tell it. It was an opportunity, the tan woman was quite right about that. Any of the fighters would have been glad to get the chance. It was her luck that she'd been afforded the same consideration, and she wasn't about to squander it. No way in hell. She'd fought all her life for the chance to prove her worth, for the chance to do something. This, well it was important. Not cataclysmically so. Not in galactic terms. But in closer, realer terms that she was invested in. She'd get the woman's son back safe and sound. Or she'd bring people to justice.
There was no chance for failure because Jae'daneri wouldn't allow it.
She slid into the pilot's seat and began the preflight checks that they'd trained her in.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 3, 2015 20:54:36 GMT -5
Donnie nodded to Jada and gave her a thumbs up, then turned around and headed towards her room...and bed...and sleep. While the woman was obviously worried about her Son's well-being, she couldn't waste time or sleep over it, there'd be a time and place for that, she thought, striding towards her room.
The woman popped the door open, stepped in, and nearly stood on Var's armor, smirking a bit. She'd dumped it into a pile on the floor, and was currently asleep in their bed, passed right out.
That didn't take long...
Donnie thought to herself, flicking on the desklamp to her right, so she could see and not fall on her face trying to find the bed. After keying the door, closing it, the Twi'lek took off her holster and put it on the desk, and disrobed, shirt, pants, socks, bra, right down to her g-string. Donnie wasn't about to sleep in her dirty clothes, and wasn't going to bother with a shower at this point, she was way past being able to care.
If Var complained, she'd just change the sheets, Doneeda figured, flipping off the light and taking the step to the bed, moving the blanket and getting in, trying to make sure she didn't wake up her wife. After getting under the covers, Donnie realized...she didin't have a pillow. Gingerly, with great care, and much slowness, the woman gently pulled the bottom one Var was using over to her side of the bed. Donnie moved herself towards Var, put her arm around the woman, and closed her eyes, sleep coming on quickly.
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Sen had been setting up for a few minutes, and was finally online. He was starting to compile a bit of an idea of what'd happened, simply from the various security cameras used in news reports. Donnie's Son had been walking with his friends, completely innocently, eating what looked to be an Ice cream, when what looeked to be a firefight broke out, and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time...Poor guy got snatched because he couldn't run away fast enough, and whoever'd taken him, what looked to be mandos, stuffed him in a speeder and took off.
He even lost his ice cream.
Sen shook his head...This was gonna be an interesting story to uncover, he had to admit, it seemed like something out of a movie.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 3, 2015 21:32:10 GMT -5
Var was almost surprisingly a very sound sleeper. It was a skill she'd developed over the years, mostly because Niri was a fishy little ball of hyperactivity and learning to sleep through little things like the couch being set on fire had been incredibly essential to sanity, peace of mind, general welfare, et al. As a result she was quite thoroughly asleep until some nebulous time her internal clock decided it was time to start waking up. As was the way with a pair of Twi'leks, the position she woke up in was an unusual one. She was looking at the wall, upside down, and realized belatedly her legs were curved, flush with Donnie's, but her upper body was curved and the back of her head rested on Donnie's stomach, with her headtails dangling over, under one of her wife's arms at that.
Extricating herself without any caf or wake-up period was a minor challenge, but the pale woman did manage to slide out, silently padding in her bare feet (her socks had a way of disappearing off her feet in the night) over to the wall to find a pair of pants. She felt about for texture in the drawer, grabbing when she felt the smooth texture of leather, and pulled the pair on. It was a pleasant side-benefit to favoring different materials from the wife.
Then she hit the door release, and padded across the cold floor to the refresher, splashing water onto her face, and then heading straight to set up the pot of caf. To her surprise, it was already freshly brewed, and she filled a mug and crashed into the nearest seat, sipping quietly.
As she drank the hot beverage, one hand resting firmly on her thigh, her mind strayed back to the whole experience. It was her fault yes... But she didn't like the focus that way. There was something more. Mandalorians being involved raised some questions. They were generally quite focused on honor. It was something they prided themselves on, and harming a hostage who was innocent... It was the kind of thing you didn't see outside of the Death Watch. But that was gone, that ship had sailed. It wasn't in play.
Somehow she hoped Enarin was alive and safe, just under wraps. They'd have to see.
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Post by The Conman on Dec 3, 2015 22:08:27 GMT -5
Donnie didn't notice her wife get up, unsurprisingly. She could sleep with her head in a bucket of shit, as her father said, and Var could have gotten up, jumped on the bed, and then left...and she'dve probably slept through it. One thing she'd trained herself not to sleep thought, however, over the years, was the chrono on her wrist bleeping. Even though it'd take awhile sometimes, to the point where Var would whack her with a pillow to get up, eventually, the tan Twi'lek would arise, even if she'd only given herself a few hours to sleep.
The woman groaned and rolled over, expecting the warm body of her wife to be there, and extended an arm to put around the woman, finding nothing but sheets.
Var?
Donnie muttered into her pillow, watch still bleeping away on her left arm, her left eye popping open to see if she'd just moved, and being disappointed. Var was gone, probably having woken up earlier on. Donnie sighed, and rolled over onto her back and fiddled with her chrono to turn off the alarm, resigning herself to getting up. She was still tired, but figured with some caf and food she'd wake up well enough. Doneeda pushed the blankets off herself, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, and got to her feet, stretching her arms out over her head and across her body, pushing her lekku over her shoulders as she walked to the dresser.
Since Var'd obviously woken up, she flipped the light on and popped the drawer open and pulled out a white tank top and a pair of skin tight yoga shorts. It was just her, Var and Jada...she didn't need to actually put on real clothes, Donnie surmised, not putting them on and grabbing a clean pair of underwear as she headed out to get into the washroom.
The nearly naked Twi'lek took a quick peek and didn't see anybody, so she quickly took the two steps to get to the washroom and zipped in, closing the door behind herself.
After a quick shower, and mostly drying herself off, the woman got dressed and pulled her shorts and the white, and somewhat tight, as nearly everything was across the woman's chest, tank top on. The white ( and a touch damp ) material didn't leave much to imagination, brown nipples pretty visible. Donnie didn't really care, Var would like it and Jada, as far as she could tell, had probably seen a boob before, so the woman wasn't about to give too many fucks about covering up if she could avoid it, she just wanted to loaf around and try to relax for a bit, justifying her lack of clothing, she thought.
Donnie popped the bathroom door open and tossed her towel down the hall, landing in her room in the pile'o'clothes now collecting just inside the door. Barefoot, the woman padded down the hall, smelling Caf and walking into the kitchen with a warm smile, seeing Var there.
"Morning hon...you make caf?"
Donnie asked as she walked by the table and grabbed a cup out of the cupboard, and poured some Caf in, turning and heading back towards her leather-clad wife, sitting at the table. The larger of the pair walked over , stopping before pulling out a chair beside Var and leaned over, and planted a kiss on her cheek, then pulled her chair out and sat down beside her, taking a sip of the dark goodness, unsure where everybody else was, figuring Jada was probably up in the cockpit. The Twi'lek made a mental note to go releive her after she'd finished her caf.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 3, 2015 22:35:34 GMT -5
It wasn't Var's habit to shower first. She was nothing if not consistent in her morning routine, and caf came first. Then a little socializing, then depending on her level of cleanliness at the moment, it was either shower or cleaning her face. Plus her usual makeup routine, because vanity was a minor sin of hers. If she didn't have her smokey eye shadow she was only half-dressed. Donnie, on the other hand, was more a shameless expositionist than anything else. Var's tank top might have had the same size and straps and skin, but it was a sedate teal color and not trying to hold back a pair of Krayt Dragons trying to burst out. Also it wasn't wet.
Of course the smaller woman didn't resent any of it or feel bad about it. It was part of married life she'd gotten used to, and she smiled a little when Donnie kissed her on the cheek and wished her good morning.
"I didn't actually," She answered the question about the caf. She weighed her thoughts for a few moments, analyzing, carrying the ones, dotting the Is before she reached a conclusion.
"I think Jada did. She seems capable. And also I think the slicer forgets food exists sometimes. I mean most of them usually do," Var added apologetically. It wasn't as if her fault, but in general it was true. Slicers tended to be so busy in their virtual worlds of networks and systems that reality tended to fall by the wayside. Sen'da was probably no different and was probably where she'd left him.
Jada though... That Twi'lek was big, on the scary side, and seemed quiet. Var had to admit she had some questions. If it wasn't for the disfiguring burns she might have wearily guessed Donnie'd picked the woman for being tall and almost as ridiculously stacked as she was, but she knew well enough that wasn't the primary motivation for Donnie. Not when it came to family. She was surely taking it seriously, but still...
"So, tell me about that bodyguard you picked."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 3, 2015 22:55:02 GMT -5
Doneeda blinked, thinking for a second as she leaned back in her chair, one of her arms resting on the table still and the other holding her cup of caf. She wasn't entirely sure what Var wanted to know, but figured some backstory on why there was now a very large, very dark, woman on their ship. The question did make some sense, looking at it from her wife's side, she asks for a body guard, and they get Jada...there was defiantly a why there, after thinking about it for a moment. She looked over at Var, noticing she hadn't done her makeup yet, the telltale sign she'd woken up recently, and spoke.
"Jada? Huh..." Donnie began, thinking for another moment, her brain still in "slow". She took a sip of her Caf, then spoke again.
"Found her doing combat training with Ven...y'know, the guy who does the hand to hand stuff for our boarding parties...anywho, wasn't even looking for her really." Donnie explained, taking another sip of her Caf.
"This is good...Yeah, so basically there were a bunch of other people there, told Ven I was on my way and he was like-" Donnie then switched to a deeper, somewhat dumb sounding voice and and used her free arm to gesture around "- Perfect Dee, I got some folks who'd be perfect! Just come on down!" Donnie explained, switching back to her normal tone.
" So, I like, went down, and he had these three, and they were like, good, I guess. One of them just wanted the job to get in my pants...I'dve probably let him too...seriously pretty piece of man, anywho, he was right out, cause, y'know, body guards can't like...guard...if they're busy playing hide the sausage...." Donnie took another sip of her rapidly draining Caf.
" I was talking with Ven, assessing the situation, and like, out of nowhere, I see Jada like, FUCK UP some people in the ring behind them, and I'm like, holy shit, so I decided to do a contest, and let 'em duke it out and see which of them, the three or Jada, would win...fucked up, I know, but still, all's fair in love and war. So the bunch go in, and apparently they didn't check themselves cause Jada rekt them, hard. Like, stretchers were involved Var...stretchers. Naturally, I was like, I want one, so I extended the invitation and Jada accepted, and now she's here making amazing Caf and piloting the ship and rockin' that amazing bod of hers." Donnie finished, taking in the rest of her caf and getting to her feet.
"Round two..." She muttered, striding over to the Caf machine and pouring herself another cup, figuring she'd ask Var if she approved.
"So...what do you think so far?" Donnie asked as she walked back over and poured some into Var's cup, refilling it, then returning the Caf machine to it's home, before striding back over and sitting down.
"Does she meet your black glove inspection?" Doneeda asked with a smirk, referencing Var's love of black leather.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 3, 2015 23:40:24 GMT -5
"Heh, Dee," Var snerked over her mug, snerk being the technical term for a snort and a smirk combined. It was amusing because only a select group of people called Donnie that, and they were about exclusively family. Or family friends. It always amused Var endlessly to sit down as people went over 'little Dee's' embarrassing childhood pictures and recollected embarrassing stories about eating dirt or running around with her lekku stuffed through the legs of her underpants. It was always good for a laugh, but mostly she was interested in the story, so it stayed at a snerk.
Var rolled her eyes over Donnie's slight lecherous moment, but the eyebrows she had tattooed on climbed up her forehead as she described the woman's excellent performance in the ring. If that wasn't exaggerated, it was hugely impressive. Like, quite the accomplishment, and woe to the person who messed with her.
"Frell," She muttered before immediately choking on caf over the body mention. She sputtered a little, and then laughed.
Her initial guess had been right, there was a body element. Donnie sometimes didn't seem to have an off-switch. It was part of her charm of course, but Var thought back to the burned face and the yellow eyes, and she had to admit the woman was immensely intimidating. Frightening even. Of course before the comments she was trying to form could slide on out of her mouth, Donnie made another comment prompting a laugh.
"Yeah honey, I think maybe you're misunderstanding the point of the test with the gloves. I think maybe your mind's just slid through the stormdrain in the gutter, and is floating around somewhere down there," Var chuckled before backtracking, her voice on the low side. "You saw those burns though, that looks like acid. I don't know what she's been through, but whatever it was must have been very serious. That's not a minor injury. What's more, it looks personal. Actually..." Her mind strayed to her own personal tastes and squeamishness and she had to admit while Donnie casually saw the body with pleasure, Var was stuck on the scar tissue.
"I'm a little surprised and impressed you can see past those scars, I spent half that time thinking how much that must have hurt." She shuddered a little as she sipped the refilled mug. "Points to you on that. I guess I'm not as broad-minded."
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Post by The Conman on Dec 10, 2015 22:59:40 GMT -5
Donnie let out a small laugh at Var's view on the location of her mind. The woman could see how that'd be true, and it wasn't entirely off the mark, she had the tendency to slide right on past the gutter if she didn't pay attention, Doneeda was woman enough to admit that much to herself. Var pointing it out was partly why she loved her, part of the sarcastic woman's charm. Some would find her abrasive, Donnie thought she was hilarious.
That thought through her skull, the Twi'lek did have to admit that Var had a point about the scars looking like they'dve hurt. Doneeda never really thought about it, they happened whenever they happened for whatever reason, didn't much matter to the Tan woman, the past never really had interested her overmuch. She did, however, mentally make a note of the point and try to remember that Jada might have some sore points about them.
The taller of the pair let out another laugh at Var's comment about seeing past the scars.
"Ahhh..Var, C'mon, so she's a little scarred up, big deal, doesn't mean she's like some kind of disfigured lepper or something, and besides...-" Donnie paused, taking a sip of her kaf to hide a somewhat devious smile.
" You're not looking at the mantle when your poking the fire, babe." Doneeda continued, complete with a stupid smirk, hoping Var caught her meaning, taking another sip from her Caf.
By this point the woman wasn't serious, while Donnie did find Jada attractive, but she wasn't about to make any moves. Frelling the bodyguard wasn't the best idea, even to the typically decisionally challenged woman.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Dec 12, 2015 23:40:50 GMT -5
Disfigured leper wasn't a phrase Var heard often. Or at all really. She was only aware of leprosy as an old disease you heard about in mythology and in classical theater about the times long ago, when lightsabers were connected to battery-packs. She smirked a little as she raise the caf to her lips and took a long sip... Only to have it shoot out her nose and mouth at Donnie's subsequent comment. It was precisely the kind of brusque, off-color, and deeply-hilarious thing the woman was apt to say, and yet it was still unexpected and funny enough that no liquid could be contained.
The burning sensation inside the nose led to quite a bit of sputtering as Var laughed, while fishing out paper towels to sop up the front of her shirt, the table, and everything else freshly drenched by her secondhand-beverage.
It was still self-evident Donnie didn't mean it. That kind of comment was usually flippant. There were limits. Even Donnie knew you couldn't sleep with the people who were supposed to take blaster shots for you. Well, you couldn't without things getting complicated, and Donnie knew well enough to avoid that. Var finished wiping the caf off.
"Oh shit that burns. Donnie, you're going to owe me a fresh cup."
Var grinned and moved on.
"So, I've been thinking about when we get there. I think you and I should try to explore. Slicer guy," Var'd already forgotten his name, "And Jada can stay back and keep the ship ready. I'll have my lightsaber hidden away. We'll both have blasters. And we can cover our tattoos. I think we do this low profile, get the information, and then see what we do next. I want to play this one quietly, and carefully. I don't want to make mistakes here. Not when our kids are on the line."
Enarin may have been Donnie's biological child, but he was like flesh and blood to Var, as much as anyone else in her small family was.
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