Scarif Seaclusion

[Graf's Archive Account]

I'm sorry

The voice was soft in his head, one that sent a fluttering feeling through his stomach as he drank in the words as it had been a week since he last spoke to his love, and he honestly missed her with every passing moment. But he was still angry, he was still betrayed, he had heard he talk to that damned agent, kiss him upon the lips like she did to the High Inquisitor.

But the feeling would never go away, no matter what she was always on the Dark Lord's thoughts. He had been a Sith for over half of his life, had killed countless hundreds, he could harness the power of the Dark Side to fuel his thirst for blood, but the one thing; the one kriffing thing that made him weak was his love for that damned woman.

He wanted so bad to just hate her, to just forget about her, but there was something that just kept him from staying on his path of grief. The Sith was spite-filled, he wanted to set her straight, as rough as possible. He wouldn't kill her, no that would be idiotic, but he would show he that he wouldn't let this little incident blow over that easily. He smirked as he sent a telepathic message back to [member="Zesiro"].

You deceived me, you left the Empire. And now you show up in that. There is no escape now, I am going to punish you.

 

[Zesiro]

"I'll take the sweetest drink you have."

Still trying to avoid fully answering Natassia's question, the situation took a turn away from her and back to her friend. Letting out a mental sigh of relief, she noticed the feeling of her friend's elbow on her side. Catching a hold of it for a moment, Zesiro gave it a squeeze and found the solid metal instead of flesh and bone. However, she wasn't given the opportunity to ask about it as her attention was pointed to the man approaching.

In her time with the Empire, Zesiro had only met a handful of people and this man wasn't one of them. He was considerably older than either herself or even Natassia, but it was obvious he had worked his way up over time. She had an immediate respect for him. Turning her head to her friend, she looked at her questioningly.

"Who is that and what happened to your arm?"

Of course turning to look at her friend again brought her sight back to Skaara and his reply to her through the Force. Taking a drink, she looked at him and slyly smiled. Here nobody but her knew him and that little secret knowledge he had shared with her made her feel special to him.

I don't expect to escape without punishment, master.​

[member="Skaara Carlon"] [member="NT-6922"]

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Reaching the bar, Travis would have ordered a glass of gin from the droid currently in attendance. The Director would wholeheartedly inhale the drink before setting down the glass for it to be filled again.

During this time he turned his eyes back upon [member="NT-6922"], and with the stalwart composure of a gundark he opened his mouth to speak; "You know, when the Empire first discovered Scarif I believed it the most beautiful thing in the Galaxy, but I'm certain the Force just proved me wrong by setting my sights upon you." Caalgen uncharacteristically asserted, his lips curling into a smirk.

DT-5981 coughed behind the Director, the word 'Smooth' barely audible underneath the feigned sound. Caalgen turned only to say with a glare "Castration used to be part of death trooper doctrine, do you wish it reinstated?", causing Five-Nine to turn away, his arms moving to noticeable cover his lap.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Enara]

[SIZE=9pt]Alema had been surprised to receive the invitation, she was still new to the Empire and imagined that it, like all bureaucracies, was prone to rank-based segregation. But, in true meritocratic fashion, an invitation had been extended indiscriminately to all those who had fought and sacrificed to liberate the Bothans. It was only further evidence, not that she needed any, that the Empire was a force for good. That said, the idea of a beach party seemed uniquely human to her. Her stepfather had talked about missing the lush beaches of his home world, but had never taken her to visit any of them. Ryloth was hardly a place suitable for beach parties- one would freeze to death in the Nightlands and then was no water at all in the Brightlands. Even in the twilight band water was too scarce to be stored in vast pools for recreational purposes and only the bravest would venture out into the caves, away from the sanctuary of the subterranean cities, to seek out bodies of water yet uncharted. Still, she was beginning to see the recreational purpose of water here. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]While she couldn’t swim, she had learned to appreciate the seldom cool shower while on Tatooine, and the ocean was essentially a giant bathtub as far as she could tell. She sat in the shallow water, relaxing. The cool waves washing over her as they came in and out in a rhythmic melody. It was relaxing. Alema, being unaccustomed to such gatherings, had been uncertain what attire to wear and was initially going to simply wear her uniform. Fortunately, she had checked with some of the other women invited and was informed that it was too casual for that and she should wear a swimsuit instead. She had taken to the holonet to investigate what, precisely, that was. The result was that the young woman was now wearing a simple white two-piece, a gold ring bringing the cups of her top together, and a thin strip of fabric holding it around her neck and tying behind her back. The white could be seen as a homage to the Imperial Stormtroopers who had brought so much good to the people of the galaxy already. It also didn’t hurt that it provided a pleasant contrast with the deep blue hue of her skin. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She glanced around the beach, while she was enjoying the water she was cautious of becoming too enraptured and missing what else these beaches had to offer. She glanced over at the bar, pondering fetching a drink, but it seemed that there were already a fair number of Imperials over in that direction. Besides, she noticed with a shake of her head, they had a droid mixing the drinks. She had learned while living on Tatooine that one did not simply trust a machine to mix good drinks. You needed someone with taste buds for that, or at least someone capable of being intoxicated. She rose up out of the water regretfully, water dripping off her lekkus as she stood. She’d make her way to the beach and try laying out on the sand, it seemed some of the others were trying it and it she was generally up for trying new things. [/SIZE]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

There were only so many moments in Dominic's life where he could say he was filled with a sense of peace, this was one of them. Water flowing over his body as he could hear the joyous uproar of his friends and peers, music echoing over the beach adding to the pleasant atmosphere, and the knowledge he had just come from another successful mission.

The Starfighter pilot leaned back into the water, spreading his arms out to help him stay afloat.

When Sara finally joined him he chuckled at her words. "Sure you would." He said, before looking back to the beach. He could see a group gathering around the bar, making the idea of a drink better and better.

His eyes fell on Sara and a smirk came to his face. "Want a drink?"

Dominic brought his legs into his abdomen, forcing him into a backwards roll under water. He quickly resurfaced behind Sara, wiping the water from his face. "Or three?" He continued with a smirk.

[member="Sara Lee Jones"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Dominic Crowley"]

Music always has something Sara enjoyed, back on dosuun she collected music offtime...she frowned at that thought tjat he rmusic may not be there...she could only hope some stuff was there

She came back to reality after hearing dom as she blinked and looked over, Sara wasn't much a drinker but...this sounded fun. She watched him go under and turned looking at him grinning

Sure I could go for a drink, haven't had one since you picked me up off that junk world

She started for the shore again with a smile as she looked back and then forward again

 

[NT-6922]

Natassia slightly panicked as she realized she had elbowed [member="Zesiro"] with her robotic armor. "That's nothing!" she said vary fastly, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment. "Besides, I'll tell you what this is if you tell me what's on your min-"
The newly-promoted Captain turned around at [member="Travis Caalgen"] 's comment, raising an eyebrow at the words, making sure the towel still covered her mechanical appendage. "Uh. Thank you, sir?"

She clearly wasn't used to being approached like that. Even when she was on permission and looking for a one-nighter, she was often the one on the prowl, approaching people. Being on the other side felt weird - not that she minded that much. Taking a sip from her drink, she eyed the man up and down once more, nodding ever-so lightly. Turning her able arm toward her friend after setting down her glass, a small smile tugged at her lips. "I apologize - I didn't intend to come off that way."

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

Skaara smirked at her response, downing the unconventionally fruity cocktail that he had ordered in one go before standing up from the bar stool. He would approach [member="Zesiro"] in full view of others, that damned smirk still plastered onto his features as he grabbed her, roughly one would say, by the arm. Nine hells, it had felt like an eternity since he had touched her soft skin when in reality it had been only a week.

"Very well then, apprentice. Consider this the first phase of your punishment." The High Inquisitor notified before promptly escorting her off the scene.

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Caalgen garnered himself a wide grin when he observed [member="NT-6922"]'s apprehension at the Director's compliment. Preparing to speak, the man paused when he watched a certain High Inquisitor, who's real identity he only knew due to his position, step past him to accompany another equally-beautiful woman. Turning once again to look the stormtrooper captain in the eye, he was most pleased to discover that she was checking the middle-aged man out.

Copying her action by imbibing his gin again, Travis listened to her next statement, apologizing for her behavior. Personally, the man found it cute the way she acted, it was one of two ways he favored for making people stutter. "No need to apologize, I am aware of how uncomfortable it may be due to our...differences..." He put delicately "But I'm certain that won't stop me, how about you?"