All Aboard! - The SJO Dom of the Ceraluen Hex

[Tanaski Yumi]

Luxury Cruise (Social)
Objective: Hang with [member="Zavii"], leave [member="Junko Ike"] in the dust
Post: 3

Tana quickly turned his head to notice Zavii standing at his side, going on about the history of the gang, "Hu, I did not know that", 'need to put some more time into study'. Looking at the Zabrak he could not help but give a small whistle to her attire, very, very different from his own, the boys attire being a old outfit from his childhood, a rather tight fitting sleeveless robe/dress like outfit with, long knee high socks and a red bow tied around the waist. It was casual and nice to wear, but at the same time felt a little embarrassing, question was how did Junko know about this? had she been talking with mother?

His little inner monologing was interrupted by Zavii, "Oh, Varindar, she is the woman who came to the beach party, the one with the red bikini on, also run a.... an now she isn't listening", giving a small internal sigh as the other Padawan quickly turned around to address Ike. "Dancing? Well yes I of course like to dance, I ain't no no stranger to a underworld night club, can I go master? please". Honestly he was not sure if the Astiran master would just let him scurry off with the pink Zabrak, the two having not spent a whole lot of time together as of late, all the attempted invasions by the Sith and military operations taking up quite a bit of time.

Thankfully, or so it seemed, the woman was allowing of it, a small smile appearing across the Jins face, followed by a small blush, and not that was not because his master was walking around in a very revealing bikini that barely covered up her more private areas, hopefully. "Well since master has given the okay, best we be on our way", he replied turning back to his 'date', eager to see what type of fun this girl enjoyed.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Pool deck – Blue Diva
Objective: Get some sun
Post: 3

Stepping out onto the deck, Roona felt a burst of sunlight upon her bare shoulders. With her bikini-clad form wrapped in a beach towel, she fit right in here by the pool. However, there was a strange pang inside that made her wonder if she would ever truly be at ease in a place like this. Compared to the ranger base or their mission locations, this was just… different. Not to say it wasn’t nice, she could certainly see the appeal. Shielding her eyes, she gazed out at her surroundings. Lounge chairs lined the edge of the pool, most of which were occupied by men and women hoping to get a bit of sun.

Across the deck, her sharp eyes spotted a very familiar sunbather.

Even from her current vantage point, she could recognize the familiar patterns that were inked onto the man’s skin. A surprised smile crept across her face, somehow finding it equally unexpected and amusing to see Colonel Calderon lounging about. Still, if there was anyone that deserved a little R&R, it was him.

Doing her best to blend in, she moved swiftly along the edge of the pool. Spotting Valkren place a drink order, she slipped off to catch up with the attendant. Catching the other woman by the sleeve, Roona said that she would have the same drink as the man in the lounge chair. Roona pointed at the Colonel, just to ensure that the attendant got it right.

Once the drinks were ready, Roona snatched them both from the tray.

Eyebrows lofting, she glanced down in wonder at the two drinks now in her hands. They were served inside a hollowed-out piece of fruit, complete with straws… and tiny umbrellas.

Continuing on her way, she quietly stepped up to the side of Valkren’s chair.

“Here you go, sir.” She said, slipping the drink into his hand.

By the time he opened his eyes, she would be lowering herself down onto the chair beside him.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Munificient X-class Heavy Cruiser Tidal Convergence, outer edge of the system's Oort Cloud

"No bogies yet," said he officer of the watch.

Gir nodded as he stood at the ship's viewport, watching the tumultous rocks of the asteroid belt tumble haphazardly in space. It seemed strange to stand on such a vessel like the Tidal Convergence. Its mere concept evoked the old Confederate Navy and its corporate backers, as well as the quality of "numbers" philosophy that was at odds with the Silver Jedi's prevailing wisdom. Yet this latest version of the design seemed to cast away many of its predecessor's philosophical elements while retaining others in an eclectic style that made him curious about its actual performance on the battlefield. Most of the other ships in his little task force will similarly foreign to him, ranging from Nubian Handmaiden escort corvettes to a single Damorian light cruiser. Better to familiarize with them here in practice rather than on the battlefield.

He spun about on his heels to face the ship's captain, a wrinkly fellow named Lod, allegedly from the fabled Agamar. The dowdy man slid out of his chair and walked up to the admiral. Gir peered into the other man's eyes and felt an unusual spark of kinship. It appeared that they were both equally uncomfortable in this position. Captain Lod apparently had a more informal command style than Gir with less observance to military decorum, which had already led to an unusual encounter at the morning briefing session. He would be curious to know if even after he left, if the chief engineering officer would show up in pajamas. Well, in the end it's his ship...and I'm just a passing guest here.

"Any news from the other elements?" asked Gir quietly.

Lod shook his head, "None yet...ah...sir."

"We'll get the signal soon enough," guessed Gir, "all we can do is wait."

Task Force Convergence

Spoiler

Munificient X-class Heavy Cruiser Tidal Convergence
Damorian Light Cruiser Enfield
Skor-class Monitor Frigate Dragon
Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette Mirror One
Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette Mirror Two

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: On deck of Blue Diva​

Objective: R&R​

Post count: #2​

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Calderon had begun to doze off in his position on the reclined chair, the warm sun bringing him memories of his childhood on Alderaan. The farms, the opens field, the cites, the royalty.

The Republic.

Suddenly, he was stirred from his daydreaming. The voice he expected to hear certainly wasn't the one that met his ears, yet he was much more satisfied with this familiar tone. The drink was slipped into his waiting hand, while Valks free hand traveled to the shades that covered his eyes. Sergeant Roona Osmari of the Radama Raiders stood there, covered by a beach towel. Even with the voice giving him plenty of warning, Calderon was caught off guard.

He began to sit up, feeling almost vulnerable in his short-floral-designed swim trunks. The fruity drink in his hand also didn't help the scenario either. Yet, a smirk came to his lips as he propped the shades to the top of his head. He'd point a finger at her, before taking a sip out of the straw of the same fruity drink she arrived with.

"I swear, if you tell Konrad or Lowder, even friggin' Clark..." Valkren knew all to well that his teammates found every opportunity possible to crack jokes at their boss, and even if 'Echo' wasn't one for cracking jokes, he was sure she would find enjoyment in their teasing.

Aside from the obvious embarrassment, he was glad to see Roo.

[member="Roona Osmari"]

 

[Taiden Keth]

Location
Blue Diva - Luxury Cruise
Buffet, Sitting
Post Count: 4

The stern but beautiful figure of a fellow Echani, [member="Taresa Kae"], nodded back to him. The two firm and fast companions after many adventures together for the Silver Jedi over the years. The old lineages of Keth and Kae healed and restored, or so Taiden thought, oblivious to her true nature. The Keth born carefully placed his tray to the table, and folded his clothes beneath him, placing himself in the chair with all planning of an architect, everything in its place. He took measured, exacting bites of his food, both of them did. Remaining quiet and enjoying the moment of peace.

It was Taresa that spoke first. “Have you noticed how the political climate on Thyrsus has changed as of late.” Taiden passed a subtle glance toward her usual prodding inquisition, because she knew how little he was interested in Thyrsian politics. “I had not. Perhaps you would enlighten me.” His tone dry but attentive to her, keeping a cheerful enough look on his face.

“The ascendancy of the old mercenary ways are unsettling Are they not?” Her posture at this point confused him, he wasn’t reading much communication from it, passing it off as nothing. Unknown to him it was a rare moment she had broken her usually brilliant mask. She was right though, he worried of home and of Wodenstam being out of contact for so long.

Taiden nodded, breathed out and got back to his food, finishing up and looking at the window. His posture spoke volumes, something such as. I really want to stay away from politics on a cruise, let me enjoy my food and the sun. Maybe this book and a moment of respite. To any Echani it would be clear as the wind.

 

[Mad Dog]

Location
Blue Diva - Luxury Cruise
Bantha Buster - Casino
Post Count: 5

Playing Backslider. Multiplayer Dice Game.
Rules:

Spoiler

Rules: 7’s 4’s Double’s or Triples are a result
Any result pays you back the value of your stake. Ex: One 7 you are even even. Two 6’s is Double. Two 7’s is triple (double and 7), 774 is Quadruple etc.
No matter what else happens: Any 1 is an instant lose, with half going into a side pot. Any 5 is an instant even no matter what else, and double or triple 6’s steals the highest players win for your own.
A lucky Triple 4 or Triple 7 gives you the side pot that builds up from people rolling 1's

Shebs rolled a 338

"Aaaaaannnnnnnndd Green and Blue are winners!" The tables announcer called out. The crowd around the table had swelled, mostly because of the free drinks, that and the game had gone up on a few monitors around the casino as one of the three top ones to watch, people were taking side bets of their own on the outcome. Plenty of money was exchanging hands to see which of the four would come out on top. There was a bet between each of them about that too of course!

"Jun jeeewba sun" <Easy come easy Go> Shebs remarked, taking a long pull on the oversized pipe and relighting it for good measure by a click on the side. His wide oval eyes blinked rapidly looking over his chips. The Sullustan decided to almost go for broke and put 3/4's of his remaining chips on a single roll. Which was gutsy, stupid, and something he loved doing. This was Mad Dog's game. Well second to sabacc and driving through hell in a hundred tons of steel, ears ringing from the music outside.

"Place your bets, last call!" The announcers voice like a typical holonet host, only with more squeak to it because of his race. Any side bets between the patrons came to an end.

Shebs handed over the dice for a particularly good looking Rodian female to blow on, she did, he gave them a shake and let them fall. Those black oval eyes lit up as they landed.

7....7.... annnnnnnddddd.

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

This was...well not like anything she'd ever experienced before. She'd known, subconsciously, that ships like this existed, that people could spend weeks floating around on the ocean without ever seeing land. Given she was used to the starships travelling through the empty medium of space but to have the same experience in the air was something else, something that left her more than a little awestruck and overwhelmed. She even had a room of her own! Which probably wasn't a good thing since the urge to hide away in the room was overwhelming but...she wasn't going to let that stop her. At least not today.

The young woman had traded in her usual clothes for a sarong wrapped around her waist, and a loose t-shirt as she leant against a railing, a cool drink clasped between her hands as peered out at the blue waves of the ocean as the wind blew back against her, ruffling her hair and clothes as she watched the wake spreading behind the ship. This wasn't so bad actually, maybe, just maybe, she could get used to this.

 

[Stephanie Swail]

LOCATION: The Blue Diva

It didn’t feel like the mighty Blue Diva was cutting through the waves very fast at all from so high up on the deck. The large hull glided across the blue waters of Ceraluen, a planet as beautiful on the water as it was on land. Their destination; the island city of Aquus. Mountains and skyscrapers teased the sky and allowed residents and tourists the space and security needed to live, work and play in a cool environment that catered for everyone.

For now, the Silver Jedi were sailing on their vessel and the sun was gently waning, but still warm and providing a perfect mix of tropical warmth with the cool breeze. Many of the passengers were out walking the deck, a few simply taking in the rays. Others were having fun down below in the various arcades, libraries, social rooms and pools.

Stephanie Swail was leant over the railing of the top deck, arms hanging over the side, body twisted a little as she lazily looked into the distance that slowly crept towards them.

There was something liberating about feeling the natural energy around a planet. The sea breeze swept over her and it was almost a cleansing sensation. The Padawan didn’t fight the breeze and just let it wash over her, taking in the sound of the waves below chopping against the ship in the otherwise motionless journey.

She didn’t care for anything about this trip right now, she had no objectives or motivations. She was just here to get away from it all following the unprovoked and cowardly act of aggression from the Sith Empire. The Silver Jedi had repelled them and already the Silver Rest and surrounding areas of the planet were operating as normal, repairs and renovations near complete.

Stephanie held her arm out and spread her fingers on her hand, catching the wind as it blew into her.

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Objective: Hostage rescue
Location: Ceraluen

"After the first lap, Zett is in the lead but look at Varindar: she has such a strong flip that she has almost closed the gap on Zett in the first half of the second lap, and Elianne is in third place" the play-by-play podcaster announced on air.

Tensions ran high for each of them, but Varindar had to remain mindful of not using up her Force-batteries too quickly: after all, the race was a marathon to her. In fact, she found that, for a first race in a long-course pool, she seemed to not adjust that poorly, and Elianne didn't seem to adjust too poorly either. But in fourth place was Delof in lane #1, and seemed to be catching up to Elianne; Terral and Harli seemed to be fizzling out. Probably, like Elianne and Varindar, people that never raced in a long-course pool either. I have to make every turn count; they occur half as often, she thought, while Elianne was catching up to her non-Force-using self by the end of the second lap. They touched the wall at the same time (even when accounting for electronic timing that is accurate at the hundredth of a second). By the end of the fourth lap, on the other hand, it became clear that swimming butterfly for eight laps in a short-course pool is not the same as swimming four laps in a long-course pool. And, by the end of the eighth lap, the trio of Zett-Varindar-Elianne were locked in a virtual stalemate, with Delof and Cain being about two or three body lengths behind Elianne. However, Zett was rather average by Nautolan standards, while Varindar and Elianne were pretty much the best swimmers among the human females that lived on Trandosha. So, in fact, Elianne may as well be taking that pool by storm.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Zavii"]

Junko watched her padawan head off with Zavii and raised an eyebrow as she spoke. "Padawan Tana, make safe choices, if you come back to the palace with a baby I will be most cross." But she turned her attention around with a small smile that she was joking above all else.. Flicking eyes over some of the others as she wanted to meet and converse with someone she didn't know for the moment. Eyes falling on someone she had yet to meet the jedi moved with her hands clasped behind her back and providing a smile before she gave a bow seeing the sarong of the woman's. She seemed uncomfortable may be to strong but Junko spoke. "Padawan, is everything alright?"

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective: Cruise

Outfit

Since check-in, Jyoti more or less had let Charlie have her way and lead them all around the Blue Diva. She was like a kid in a candy store, jumping from one attraction to the next (all while making return trips to the 24/7 buffet).

While sipping on a banana mango smoothie, she was now following Charlie along to the latest attraction to catch her apprentice's eye: the arcades.

She saw all manner of machines down on the floor, from simple little physical challenges like shooting balls through hoops to immersive holo sims. She almost choked on her drink as Charlie pulled her toward one of the latter examples, some fighting game. It took her a minute to reply, clearing her windpipe with a few small coughs.

"Hawk of Endymion? The angsty kids are the best part. I'm surprised you don't relate."

As she teased Charlie a bit, she leaned in to study the description on the cabinets. It was indeed a licensed game of Hawk of Endymion, simulating the use of the mecha in the show. She started to grin, just like the pie eating contest back at the Carnival, Charlie had no idea what she was getting into by challenging her.

"Let's do it. I'll give you the honors of choosing the site of your defeat."

She wasted no time dropping in one the cockpits, sliding her cup into one of the complimentary cup holders (every good cockpit had one) as it sealed shut. There was a moment of silence, then the blare of music as the cockpit left standby mode. The blank panorama screens lit up with a detailed rendering of a hangar, full of mecha and NPC pilots and mechanics moving about. Moments later, a window appeared in front of her face. A selection pane for a map and mech model. There were all sorts of environments available for their upcoming duel, from debris fields to jungles. Jyoti had a preference for urban combat, but she could fight well in any environment.

All that was left was for Charlie to select a map, so she could pick an appropriate mech for combat.

[member="Charlie"]

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: On deck of Blue Diva
Objective: R&R
Post count: 4

As Valkren sat up slightly, Roona’s expression warmed significantly. There was a smile on her face, and her green eyes had softness to them. It was certainly a marked change from her on-duty demeanor. Watching as he took a sip of the fruity drink, Roona did the same. Blinking, she lowered the beverage slightly, marveling at the startlingly sugary-sweet liquid inside her cup. But sweet as it was, it had a bit of kick.

She listened as Valkren spoke, and seized the chance to take in his appearance once more. Indeed it was a version of Valkren that existed in stark contrast to the Colonel she was used to seeing. However, she liked this version, too. And though her smile grew wider, she zipped an imaginary zipper shut across it to confirm her silence.

“I won’t tell,” She nodded, “But you have to give your word, too”

Her hands fidgeted with the straw of her drink before taking a long sip. After taking a bit of a nervous glance around, she let her beach towel unfurl to reveal a light pink bikini. It was not a color that she would ever have picked for herself. Unfortunately, she’d waited until the last minute to force herself into shopping. While she wasn't body-conscious, she did feel a bit odd in such a feminine shade. Roona favored sleek blacks, dark blues, and sometimes grey -- but never pink.

“It was the only color they had left…” She sighed, stealing a glance at Valkren to gauge his reaction.

[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Melanie Yoo]

Objective: Expansion
Location: Port Lucia – Government Building
Post count: 5

With fresh cup of caf and her assistant back at her side, Melanie continued on towards the government building. As they neared, her heart started to pound. There was quite a lot riding on the outcome of this proposal. Even if they did not secure all of the new ports, a contract to complete one would be quite a boon to Luna Corporation. It would be an unmistakable confirmation that they were indeed moving in the right direction.

‘Don’t mess this up, Yoo.’ The words of Sebastian Choi, Kingdom’s former CEO, rang in her head.

Of course, she had been aware that Kingdom had been the pride and joy of the Choi family patriarch. Now that his vision was now hers, Melanie vowed not to let them down. There were also a great many anxious employees waiting to know if their jobs were secure. Despite having provided ample reassurance, Melanie knew that the success of this project would play a large part in the number of former Kingdom employees that they could keep on. It was a risk, but it was a good one… at least, she hoped so.

Stepping inside, the two women stood in awe for a moment.

Making their way to the designated offices, they would be met with a queue of hopeful designers and contractors. The secretary behind the desk seemed to have her hands quite full at the moment. Taking her place at the end of the line, she drew the proposal from her bag.

Curiously, it was like standing there with heart in hand.

 

[Charlie Nooran]

Objective: Cruise :3

“I’m cuter than those angsty kids.”

Charlie stuck out her tongue as the Jedi Master seemed more confident than she should be. The padawan wasn’t the best no, but she could hold her own. The pods were interesting enough and before she could remark something smart, Jyoti had already locked herself into hers. Charlie slipped in and wished she hadn’t finished her own smoothie so fast. After this she would have to make a trip to the buffet once again. At least everything was paid for, already right? Charlie pushed a few buttons and the cockpit came to life.

The panels filled with the different terrains they could pick from. Charlie knew she should pick something where she would be able to sneak around, but she wanted to fight Jyoti out in the open. She cycled through the arenas and finally found a very simple flat treeless field. Choosing it, it alerted her opponent the choice and then Charlie went to picking her suit. She cycled through several and finally found one that she remembered from the show and snagged it.

Charlie cycled through the weapons and made sure everything was equipped that she needed. Close combat would be the way to go here. A smirk went over her face as she attached the cloak to the Mech. Shimmering onto the battlefield Charlie waited for Jyoti to make her choice. Knowing the Jedi Master, Charlie quickly made sure she was ready for any of those sneaky attacks. The woman had a greater knowledge of these things, but Charlie figured she had picked up on a few things.

Looking over she saw that she could have contact still with the other pod. [Hey! Jyoti, let’s make a bet! I picked the last one – you pick the conditions this time.]


[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Thom Naudir]

Location: Edge of the Oort Cloud

Sentus Olan walked along the length of the bridge slowly, nodding to the assorted officers and crewman going about their tasks. He resisted the urge personally begin asking each officer, ensuring that each station was running smoothly. It was an old habit of his, back when he was a lower ranked officer within the SJO Navy. When you commanded a small corvette, it was easier to help with every small task yourself. Thing had changed however. Folding his hands behind his back, Sentus walked to the front of the bridge, looking of the glass viewports lining the front of the bridge. Below him, and jutting out for nearly two kilometers was his new flagship, the Reliant, a Sionoma Class ship recently assigned to him. It was only a temporary station, but the sheer size of the vessel still astounded him sometimes.

Looking around, Sentus could just spot the other ships in his fleet, moving in loose formation towards the Oort Cloud gateway. They were a mix of heavy hitters and fast strike ships, specifically requested by Sentus for this assignment. He had orders to hold the gateway, and that is exactly what he would be doing. Flexing his fingers behind his back slowly, Sentus took a deep breath, before letting it out and turning back to the bridge.

"Send word to all ships to deploy their fighters in a picket formation around the fleet. Have all bombers and gunships maintain position near their carriers. Have the fleet deploy in formation Delta Seven, and have the Indenture bring its main cannon to standby alert." The bridge suddenly erupted into action at his words, and Sentus was briefly taken back by all the voices that began speaking into comm units, with deck hands rushing back and forth across the bridge. Turning back to the viewport, Sentus watched as his fleet began to move, following his orders to prepare for any possible engagement.

He hoped he would be ready.

Spoiler

Resolute
Indenture
Pride of the Rim
Renegade

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Objective: Hostage rescue
Location: Ceraluen

But now that the backstroke portion is underway, by the time the ninth lap, out of a total of thirty-two, was over: Varindar is taking the lead, but a highly tenuous one. Zett: I raced against him once, she thought, remembering the race she swam against him; he was very similar to Elianne in terms of S&Ws. Just that her heartbeat is steadily accelerated, her blood circulation as well, as she was just straining to move face-up in the water, using the techniques she showed Tana back at the hotel, in an attempt to hold on her lead, which was less than a third of a body length. However, Elianne seemed to be losing ground against Varindar and Zett, transforming what was a three-way tie into a duel between the swimmers in lanes 4 and 5 by lap #10. While, of course, Varindar was better at using the flip jump thanks to the Force, Zett's skill was enough to keep him in the running vs. Varindar's Force-aided turns. With Elianne falling behind, ending up being about a body length or two from Varindar by lap 16, the crowd seems to be encouraging either Zett or Varindar, mostly depending on where they fit with respect to the law, with the underworlders encouraging Zett, and everyone else rooting on Varindar.

"Looks like we have a duel in the pool, where Zett and Varindar are neck-and-neck, with Elianne falling behind somewhat"

 

[Kaili Talith]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

“Well now,” Kaili slurred as her brows rose in uncontrollable indignation. “I relax when I cheat, and cheat when I relax.”

The blonde’s nose found itself pointed towards the ceiling as her eyes seemed hard to control. Eyelids weighed heavier, each blink grew far more noticeable and there was something about the world that made everything just a bit too comfortable. She was in control of this though, absolutely. That’s what she told herself and to a greater extent it worked. Her movement wasn’t strained as long as she kept Allyson at arm’s reach and her hands were able to keep to themselves for the better part.

“No, you sssssss-” Kaili began to speak but quickly realized how nice the sound of the letter ‘s’ was on her tongue. “-ee. Thesssse rulesss, are all made by you.”

The girl lifted her arms in a shrug.

“Iffff you really want me to sleep in the tub, that’ssss on you.” Kay said, realizing more and more for each passing moment that every single consonant that she spoke was just amazing to hold. “I say you sleep in the bed, iffff I cheat.”

“That’s my rule.”

“We should play by my rule. You are just afraid you’ll lose. Like a little chicken.”

“I will kick your butt.”

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: On deck of Blue Diva​

Objective: R&R​

Post count: #3​

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Almost instantly, Valkren was caught off guard once more as the towel fell down from around her. Even in Roona's sitting state, her figure was breath taking. It wasn't like he hadn't witnessed it before, it was mainly the fact that due to the complicated and fragile state of their relationship and its secrecy, there wasn't often time for lounging about with one another. His face was in a rather awkward 'holy kark' look once she finally revealed the pink bikini underneath.

Roo' was stunning, and even her statement about the color of her clothing items couldn't change Valkren's mind. After a moment of gawking at the woman, he'd shake the dumb look from his face, pulling down his shades again to cover his gaze. The straw from his fruity drink found his lips as he looked back over the pool. He had to find a way to correct the obvious dumb-founded look that Roona was probably witness to, and the only way that made sense between people like them was more jokes and teasing.

"Hmmph, you look better in black." Calderon couldn't help but grin, his teeth biting into the straw after another sip, almost expecting to receive some kind of slap.

He couldn't even recall the last time he had teased someone that he was in a 'relationship' with, or even the last time he had a relationship. Most of his life had been dedicated to the Galactic Republic and then the Silver Jedi soon afterwards, leaving no time for courtship.

If he was actually being honest, he hadn't left much time for family either. In brief times of peace like this, Valkren was often found daydreaming about their farm. There were few things that could stir him from these thoughts, and the woman sitting on the chair next to him happened to be one of them.

[member="Roona Osmari"]

 

[John Locke]

Location: Edge of the Oort Cloud | Aboard Dawn's Grace

Ally: [member="Gir Quee"]

Enemy: [member="Elijah King"] | [member="Sentus Olan"]


While this might not be the first time he'd ever worn a military uniform, it had been a long time and John found himself shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he span his chair around once more to face the holo-table, watching the flashing lights that represented his fleet. "EX, when we get home, remind me to install a tactical module in you so you can do more than make the room look pretty while we're here." The man's ever-present droid companion turn slightly towards him, the droid's very posture indicating an amused irreverence. "Really now sir? So instead of working out the best way to handle any conflict, you'd rather I just suggest pulling out a blaster and shooting them? Cause I'll warn you, some of those board meetings..." The droid let one of its eyes flick on and off in an approximation of a wink as John just shook his head. "Fine oh wise one, you win. Maybe I'll just teach you to play games then, though something tells me I should probably never let you near a casino now I think about it, but I am teaching you to play chess."

Slightly more relaxed and mollified by the banter John swung his attention to the board again, falling silent for a moment as he observed the display before signalling a communications officer. "Send my regards to Admiral Gee and let him know that Taskforce Valiant is taking up position and is at his disposal. Have the fleet take up a diamond formation about and to the left of Admiral Quee's ships. Dawn's Grace will take the point, while Dancer and Grace will flank us. Freedom and Justice are to position themselves just behind them and Light Touch will take up the rear. I want Aegis in the centre of the formation for now." As the officer hurried off to relay the commands John gestured towards his sensor officer, "have CIC send us anything that looks suspicious right away, the defending force should be pulling into position soon, and I want to be ready for them when we do spot them." The man sagged back into his chair, resting his chin on one palm as he let his dark eyes watch the holoscreen in silence, running through the possibilities of the battle in his head.


Taskforce Valiant

Spoiler

Okami-class cruiser: Dawn's Grace: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A
Damorian Light Cruiser: Dancer: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A
Protector-class Frigate: Grace: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A
Skor-class Monitor Frigate: Light Touch: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A
Liberte-class Light Corvette: Freedom: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A
Liberte-class Light Corvette: Justice: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A
Handmaiden-class Escort Frigate: Aegis: Shields: 100 | Hull: 100 | Engaging: N/A

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: The deck of the Blue Diva

Objective: 1

Post Count: 2

Engaging with: [member="Junko Ike"]

The sound of a woman's soft voice shook Asaraa out of the reverie that she had sunk into, the young woman straightening as she shifted around to face the woman behind her, the wind catching her hair as she turned and blowing the pink strands back up and out into her face, into her eyes and lips. Spluttering the Padawan clawed at her hair, pulling it away from her face as she flushed red. Not really the greatest first impression to give, she chided herself. Especially since this seemed to be Tana's master, at least she hoped it was from the sound of their conversation. Otherwise, there had been a whole holo-vid drama going on under her nose that she'd missed out on entirely.

"Master Ike right?" The young woman's aqua eyes danced around everywhere but settling down on Junko's face. "Sorry I...I'm still getting used to his whole actually having hair thing, well this whole human thing. it's...a lot more difficult to manage than Lekku, I honestly don't know how you all keep it all straight...well you know in a manner of speaking anyway." Of course, she knew hat everyone's hair wasn't straight it was just she had never realised the easy it was to mess up the stuff, she'd woken up this morning looking like some kinda monster. Another reason to be happy that she had a room all to herself.