Smooth Entrances {Open}

[valadin]

Red is Jaa
Green is Val
Orange is Uniform
Purple is Danee
Blue is Chezz
Yellow is Kiqua
Maroon is Fira

The ship removed itself from hyperspace silently, right on the mark it expected itself to come in on. The occupants inside breathed a sigh of relief, many of them excited at getting the chance at having some serious fun on the station they had seen invitations to, though some were just out looking for some adventure, not necessarily fun. The pilot started to guide them towards one of the hangers, her hands marking the controls expertly as though she'd done it hundreds of times before.
"Good flying." The Twi'lek patted the pilot on the arm before returning into the back of the ship. The pilot twitched a little at the touch, shifting as the Twi'lek's pale hand touched her left arm.
"No problem." She murmured, tugging the sleeve down her arm further with the Force. The right sleeve, however, lay a good several inches further up the arm without much problem. Stifling a little bit of a bored yawn, Val guided the frigate towards one of the open hangers, transmitting their ID signatures as she approached.

"...and then I cut off his head. His eyes were still crying."
"Wow... really?"
"No, Fira, he can't do that. Tear ducts are controlled by the brain. Once that shuts down immediately after decapitation everything goes tight." Jaa scowled, deciding instead to remove himself from the room and see if there was anything more interesting in the cockpit, bumping into Kiqua on the way.
"Watch where you're going." She growled to the behemoth. He growled, dropping his hand slightly and she pressed hers against her belt, narrowing her eyes before he moved towards the cockpit again, heavy steps causing the floor to shiver. She relaxed her hand, breathing a grateful sigh of relief as the dark presence left her.
"Is it true that he killed all those people on Muunilist?" Chezz shook her head, tapping her fingers along the cane in her hand as she answered the young teen.
"Men like him are usually only good with their mouthes, child, and not in any way you'd appreciate. He'll find someone appropriate one day. She'll probably cut his arm off."

Val felt the presence approach her in the cockpit. It wasn't the same as the Admiral who had just left. It was a heavy, dark aura that pressed against her back as he approached. She resisted, pressing against his with her own as he took the seat beside her. She didn't give him a look as he sat, watching her with his malicious, black eyes. After a few seconds he finally spoke, teasing her with his tone.
"Something wrong?" She shook her head, trying to flick some of her hair to block him from sight.
"Everything is fine, I think we'll be landing soon." He smirked a little, looking out the viewport as he spoke again.
"You know what I meant." He tugged a little with the Force on her left sleeve, bringing it up an inch or so. She forcibly grabbed down on the fabric with her right arm, shooting him an angry stare before blinking, her eyes remaining closed for a few seconds before talking with strained words.
"Just don't." He smiled, moving back into a leaning position in his chair, placing his hands behind his head as a pilow.
"They'll find out soon enough you know?" She shook her head disbelievingly, bringing the ship level with a hanger as she slowly approached the entrance, applying the reverse thrust to reduce their speed as she slipped into the hanger with barely a vibration.

"It seems we've finally landed." The blonde woman looked up from the floor, her forearms still resting on her knees in her prone position. Glancing at the other woman laid on the head nearby. Even in the darkness of the room they were aware of each others precise presence. One with implants, the other with montrals. There was a short silence as the engines disengaged.
"I noticed. So... you don't know where you're from?" The blonde shook her head, not really caring whether the Togruta could see the movement or not.
"All I know is I began to... I don't know how to describe it. Something in me that was never there before. It makes my body do things I don't want it to..." The Togruta nodded, and another silence entered the small room.
"So you're a Mandalorian that used to be a Jedi?" The Togruta sighed, shaking her head also.
"Youngling, not a Jedi. I went into the Corps. No one chose me as their padawan." Uniform twisted her head to view the Togruta with her enhanced vision, as though expecting something visual as an answer.
"Why not?" Danee sighed, casting her mind back. Far back. There really was no reason.
"I don't know. Why are you coming here anyway?" Uniform turned her vision back to the floor, thinking a moment.
"Why are any of us coming here?" Danee smiled, thinking too, before replying with what she'd learnt.
"The Jedi is accompanying the Admiral. The Admiral is on leave. The Dark Jedi owns the ship, though we doubt the authenticity of that. The girl wants to learn of her roots. The doctor is apparently having a break too. I'm looking for a good time..." She paused intentionally, wanting the response she asked a while ago.
"I want to experience new things." Uniform finally answered, standing up easily as she prepared to join the rest of the occupants in leaving the ship through the boarding ramp.

[keilara]

The elevator rode with cautious deliberation, giving the woman inside a splendid view of the world below. Not that she was looking. Her first bit of time alone and someone talked her into coming back to Zeltros... for a party.

The station was creeping closer and she could clearly see the markings on the ship preparing to dock. The two appeared to slide into place at the same time. The elevator jolting softly as the ship attached to the airlock. The door opened and Oti's eyes fell on the most horrifying thing ever... Her mother as part of a welcoming party.

Well, the best way to keep her mother away was to just flood the room with negativity. Sneaking around the welcoming group, Oti continued to just channel negativity towards the welcoming committee. It was rather amusing to watch as they struggled to keep their bouncy happy attitude as she passed behind them and she paused at the door to watch how they handled greeting the group that was sure to depart soon from the ship.

Military.... military.... military...

Her thoughts stopped for a moment as a tiny Zeltron disembarked.

S-small Zeltron?

She toned down the pheromones a bit, no reason to ruin the party for another Zeltron. Oti was only out to make her mother miserable.

Human something... oh sigh, more military...

She sighed physically, not seeing anyone worth interacting with, and turned to go when her eyes fell on another member of the crew. She wasn't quite sure when he'd shown up, but there he was and.... Oti blushed, he was definitely worth having an interest in just from the looks of him. She'd have to see how this party progressed. Zeltron parties could last for days so she had time to observe.

Slinking along the wall and out the door, she tossed a smirk at nothing in particular and flooded the room with nice happy pheromones as she left. It was definitely going to be an interesting weekend.



Told you I'd have a dress

[valadin]

The unlikely group of seven paused at the top of the loading ramp as it began to descend. The whirring of its motors surrounded them, causing much of the floor there to vibrate fiercely as it lowered. Many of the group were unmoved, seemingly only Chezz who extended a hand to a pipe for support, and Fira who wobbled a bit on her small feet. With it down they went down one at a time, each receiving their beads, wreaths and ceremonial kisses, some more glad than others. Kiqua, then Danee, Val, Fira, Uniform, Chezz, and finally Jaa bringing up the rear. He wasn't one to trust the others in particular. Though he probably could react to anything coming in from behind, he was quite happy having the group in front of him actually in front of him. It was better for him to be watching their backs than having them watch his. He felt like he was definately too much of a target.

Rolling back his shoulders loosely he wandered with giant steps towards the welcoming committee, an incredible scent overloading his senses. Others may have just picked up on the whiff of something in the air, and smiled. Jaa's heightened senses picked up something far greater than just that. The smell flooded his body and caused him to breathe deeper and more fully. His mind tried to fight back the sense that was overrunning it, the dark presence around him starting to fluctuate in the sudden onslaught of aromas, and he was almost unaware as the Zeltrons placed a wreath somewhat clumsily over his head and planted a kiss as far up his neck as they could reach. Stepping past them clumsily as he tried to fight the senses trying to force happy emotions into him, he moved as far away from the Zeltrons as he could. Pausing at the opposite end of the hanger, the others coolly made their way up to him.

"Something wrong?" He shook his head, then nodded a little, not knowing exactly what to answer.
"Zeltron pheromones and Force-assisted Nautolan senses don't mix. Am I right?" Jaa paused, looking at the doctor, thinking over what she had said. This was possibly true, and she was certainly a lot smarter than she appeared to be. He nodded, still able to sense a few wisps of the pheromones clouding his system, glancing up at the little Zeltron girl angrily.
"You..." She took a step back as he stood up, walking over to her, only to be stopped dead by an array of deadly force. Slugthrower in his left temple, blaster in his back and a green saber pressed an inch from his stomach. He paused, then settled a little, moving further away from the group, all the weapons dropping except the slugthrower which followed him until he was out of sight.

"Wow... thanks, he's really upset." Fira shuddered a bit as he left, moving closer to her saviours.
"Indeed, but he's like that. I think the pheromones altered his thinking and he didn't like it." Chezz shook her head, rolling her eyes at the Nautolan.
"That or he blames a young girl for things that aren't her fault." The others all nodded a little at this. He was a Dark Jedi after all. There was a little silence before they began making their ways to the various elevators to the different areas of the station.
"Nice lightsaber." Danee offered, not turning to view the Jedi at all. Val nodded in gratitude for the compliment.
"Very quick reactions."
"I'm Force sensitive." Val could tell this wasn't a subject the Togruta was interested in pursuing, so decided instead to try another avenue of talk.

"You were pretty quick too." She offered the comment to Uniform, the blonde who barely registered the compliment at all.
"Mmm..." It didn't leave Val much to work with, so she decided to pursue a similar approach.
"How did you get like that with a slugthrower?" The woman shrugged, the weapon still not holstered, holding it up in front of her.
"I don't know. I don't remember much." A weird sense surrounded her as she thought of this, making her skin crawl and muscles tighten slightly.
"I was like that. I can't remember much past about a year ago." Fira offered her some company in their amnesias. Uniform looked at her, as though evaluating her a little, before offering a small smile of thanks. Fira decided to continue. " I mean it was only a few weeks ago that I found out that I'm half Zeltron and.."

"Half Kiffar." Fira paused, looking at the doctor, a little stunned.
"You... you could tell?" Fira was quite clearly shocked that it had been worked out so quickly by the doctor.
"Of course she can, child. She's the best doctor in Republic space, if I'm correct. Am I, Doctor Chezz?" Chezz nodded at Kiqua.
"I dress up as a clown and do kids' parties on weekends though."

[mrbobert]

White is Daleb
Red is Urias
Grey is Dak
Yellow is Zeth
Green is Idu

((All those above are links... You have no idea how confusing it was to make them all links...))





Dak was still confused as to what was happening. He had been invited to a... party on a space station over Zeltros. An Ithorian Jedi Master he'd just met had also been invited, so he had hired him as protection. Not that Dak thought he would need it, especially after seeing him use that double-bladed lightsaber. They'd then run into a Smuggler, who just so happened to also have an invitation (small galaxy, huh?) and offered to fly them there on his Dynamic-Class freighter. Dak had glimpsed a double-bladed lightsaber under his tunic as well. Strange coincidence. A Mandalorian, who also had a lightsaber on his belt, though that just meant it was a trophy-- at least, Dak hoped it was a trophy-- whom Dak owed for saving his life more than once, had also received an invitation. And last but not least, a Bounty Hunter who lived in an apartment at the top of the same building the ESA used as a recruiting center on Nar Shaddaa. He also had a lightsaber swinging from his belt, and he could tell he made the others feel uneasy, especially the smuggler and the Jedi. With a start, Dak realized he was the only one on this ship without a lightsaber. Oh well, he had all his gear, as well as one Elite Squad in the cargo hold, and the Solo Stealth Operative sitting in the chair behind him. He couldn't recall their names at the moment.

The ship jolted as it hit the deck of the station hangar, jarring Dak out of his thoughts. Maybe I should fly us next time he thought. Just then, the Smuggler and the Bounty Hunter, the latter in his fear-inspiring armor, walked out of the cockpit hallway together, murmuring quietly to each other. "We're here." the smuggler said when they'd stopped conversing. Dak nodded to the operative behind him, also in full gear, Goggles and all, stood. They both went to the boarding ramp, hit the button to lower it, and stepped out. There was another ship there, the people who'd come from it approaching a welcoming party. Among them was a girl with pinkish skin... probably another Zeltron, after all, they were on Zeltros... but this one seemed... more familiar. Then he realized... Fira?! The ESA's youngest recruit was here? Quite a small galaxy, indeed.

"Clear!" he called up the ramp, and the rest of the group, aside from the Elites, who would watch the ship for now, walked down the ramp and approached the welcoming party. Gonna be an interesting 'party' he thought to himself as they walked.

((not the best post in the world, but meh))

[keilara]

Oooooh a Nautolan... this will be very amusing indeed...

Oti had pressed herself into a corner not too far from the docking bay to listen to the group.

And one with an attitude....

Jedi, Dark Jedi... It didn't matter to her. The man passed her in the corridor and she smirked, releasing her own little wave of pheromones at him. Oti slide out of the corner and practically floated past him, not bothering to acknowledge that he was there as she flooded the hallway with high levels of pheromones.

They were on a nice big station. Lots of room to play hide and seek, and Oti excelled at games. Slipping off to a lift to the upper floors of the station she smirked to herself. It was going to be an interesting evening.

[valadin]

Another Zeltron. He wanted to throttle her as she passed him, and yet... and yet, his body didn't want to do that. She moved as though ignorant to him, but he could smell those damned phermaphones, or whatever they were called. He pulled away from the smells forcibly, and suddenly felt as though he was suffering some sort of withdrawal. He felt cold as the smells faded from his system, his body screaming for more of the overloading fragrances. She had gone down the corridor now, and he marched directly after her. He would catch her, grab her, and take her with him wherever he went if needed. Or at least until he stopped feeling that damned cold. That would teach her for intentionally aggrovating him. Growling that he had even bothered to come to this station, he reached her just as the elevator closed and sped off without him. Roaring and pouding against the wall with his fist, he bashed the buttons for the next elevator immediately.

The next one arrived a few minutes later. He climbed in, having watched the previous elevator stop at the upper levels first floor. Punching the button for that level, he waited as it rose up, feeling the cold edge back onto him. It wasn't the same one she'd went up in, and he was definately regretting it now. He wrapped his arms around himself, forcing his body to make itself warmed, increasing his own heart rate, but it didn't really help that much.
To kill or to capture, that is the question...