[h1][color red][center]Arrish[/center][/color][/h1]
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[color red][sub]Girls![/sub][/color]

[color red]Girls![/color]
[color red][h3]Girls![/h3][/color]
[color red]'Oh man! This shuttle is just packed to the brim full of beautiful babes! Statuesque beauties and bountiful alien chicks! Oh, he was in love with this place already.'[/color] He had to stop himself from vibrating with excitement and remind himself he wasn't here for sightseeing. [color red]'Okay, but... I mean, look at the view!'[/color] Nope. Nope. Nope. He reminded himself what had happened with the sniping instructor. That was a major lost opportunity, and he couldn't afford to let himself get distracted. Still, he certainly wasn't the only one with eyes on the prize. I mean, that guy in the corner was smoldering over the Tevranian girls.

He took a deep breath and reminded himself of the real reason he was here. Much as he loved the ladies, this place was a chance for him to make good on the name of the Duval court. He wasn't exactly the smartest branch on the tree, he knew, but he didn't need to be a genius-level intellect to be good at smashing down Cruxi. They had sought something in him and brought him in because of his excellent record and capability on the battlefield, not because he had charming good looks, lots of money, and came from a noble court. He was sure those were just secondary reasons. Probably.

He was just as eager as everyone else to get off the shuttle, if only because it put him well out of reach of temptation and into the hands of serious, capable authority. He could put on a serious face, do the salute, and be a good worker. There wasn't going to be nearly as much of a distraction as—[color red]"Oh. Oh no."[/color] The voice had come out of heaven and plucked his attention immediately, a beautiful delight with curves carved from heaven itself. He found himself gawking at her appearance, his jaw refusing to shut. He was fortunate that his lucky sunglasses had covered his eyes, or everyone would see him ogling like a teen who had just seen a nude magazine for the first time. [color red]'Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me.'[/color] he thought to himself. [color red]'How am I gonna focus with [b]those[/b] in my face?'[/color] A blush began to creep across his cheeks as he tried and failed to focus on what they were saying. His name had come up once or twice, and what was that about a sauna? He completely missed the context and found himself floundering for words.

It was only once they were talking about virtual reality and framewerks that his mind rebooted and he remembered that he was supposed to be a professional pilot, one of the best of the best, and that actually, he wasn't here to look at curvy women like a gawking teenager. He had questions—lots of questions, actually—seeing as he blanked out half of what was said because the blood had drained from his head all the way down. He turned to talk to one of his fellow pilots, seeing if they could fill him in before the questioning was over, and was met with Blondy, the guy who had been looking at the Tevranians, smirking at their fellow pilot. He finally spoke, lowering his glasses slightly and giving the man a petulant look. [color red]'Hey man, that's not a thing. They're called women. Show some fucking respect.'[/color]