Alderaan - Love and Intrigue

He shook his head. "My visions? No." His smile disappeared, sadness there, a melancholy seemingly effusing his features. "But a Sith.... guard yourself. Don't.... let too much time go between speaking, between seeing each other. There will be plots and plans and schemes. If you're trusted with them;...

"There's a lot of work to do in the beginning with the new trade deal. I want to be hands on for that." Durasay noddedin agreement. "I've told you before, it's the will of the Force. Not chaos. Very different." He listened to him, taking in the advice. "I know there's a lot of unanswered questions a...

"Don't be so calculated with her." The advice came from a place of care. "Just let the moments happen as they do, but don't think about every possibility. But also be yourself. She likely likes you for you, Nudimsu. So keep... being you." His smile widened, finally making their way up into the hold....

Listening to Nudimsu, Durasay could only do one thing. Pulling him by the handshake, he brought him in. Embracing the other man, warmly. "You're family, too, buddy." He clapped the man on the back in the hug, twice, before pulling back. "I'm happy for you. Be careful, but I'm happy." He beamed a bit...

"We clearly never established what this relationship was, if you're thinking I'm your CO, Nudimsu." He looked to the young man. "She's your ship, I've served as First Mate for how many years, and we've been friends just as long. You've always been able to take her where ever you need to go." He smil...

"Barely any wounds to recover from. I may not have been in my armor, but it'll take more than some stray carbine fire to put me down." Slowly the hand was withdrawn from Nudimsu's shoulder, climbing aboard. "Besides, battle scars are more Mandalorian than Pantoran. The tale alone will suffice." He l...

"A gentleman never asks, Nudimsu." His smile never waivered, before clapping the Chiss on the shoulder.

Nodding up the ramp, he took the lead heading up to the ship. "All in all, Alderaan was a very good time. Made some scratch, but more importantly, we got some time off."

Garth Wayne Ulgo wrote: ↑

Fri Aug 13, 2021 6:24 pm

Had some interesting conversation.

Wondering if you had a motive, or end goal? As the counterpoint to Tethys, Durasay had some character defining thoughts going through Garth's head.

Just to sow doubt and discord. Slowly erode at the strength of the Jedi. All according to keikaku.

Alysele Organa wrote: ↑

Fri Aug 13, 2021 5:29 pm

Gah, the only time we managed to actually talk was when the spaceport was invaded!

Still, had fun in that thread!

It was! Even if a brief catch up, and then the horror of foresee showing Durasay Alysele's dead body. But good times!

Durasay's cost was draped over one shoulder, a finger hooked into the collar of it. He was in an inordinately good mood. He hadn't known what to expect of this festival. There was still a lot up in the air. But he felt good about where things stood. Walking through the Spaceport, he found himself at...

I get one game to take advantage of cold weather adaptation! Every one else in heavy parks and Durasay walking around in pastel shirts, khakis, and flip flops.

So possibly!

I couldn't come up with a good title. Not super active. Had my fun little scenes, a good time was had. If you've got any, ask!

Thanks for the game. I had a blast, as always.

The ADF Interceptors - on the take or were they dudes just doing their jobs?

Durasay smiled back, stepping so he was toe to toe with her, looking to her eyes. "Maybe most people don't. I've never been most people, though." His voice lowered, tilting his head slightly.

"You're right. That's all in the past. I'm here for you."

"I wouldn't say anyone was playing hero. Just doing what anyone would that cares about what the Republic stands for." He smiled, before thanking her for the drink. "The assault was cowardly, using the festival to strike while every one was distracted. If he had felt he was the right fit, the people ...

"I don't think the coup was counting on visitors being more than tourists." He replied, rather cooly. "I wad at the Spaceport during the incident." Durasay seemed almost sheepish now. "The Turtle may have leveled the control tower. Something about stopping a Slicer."

He took hers gently, standing before her. The salesman wasn't here. He wasn't trying to secure a job, or lend aid. He was here simply to be. "Thank you. It means a lot that you would share something so private with me." His voice a hushed tone.

"The vista on the way up was breathtaking."

"It's an honor, Verash." He thanked the Droid for the escort before looking to her. His eyes seemed to brighten upon seeing her, and the Pantoran stepped across the floor towards her. He didn't bother looking about, not yet, not until she decided what the focus would be on. For him, he was here for ...

It was a classic look. The long overcoat. His old Pantoran defense force officer's pants and boots. A simple tunic. He wasn't the retired senator. Or the military leader. No, here he was, the smuggler and privateer. The scoundrel. His hair was artfully messy, giving a youthful appearance. The cascad...

"Hardly. He'll calm down after a few. Though the flying was more improvised. I was just trying to lure the enemy combatants towards this..." he nodded as he flicked a button on the comm, and an auto-turret sprung out from beneath the ship, tracking for a moment, before retracting. The shot at Garth'...