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Gol Zhavromi
Main hold
Gol let the water run through her fore arms, taking two handfuls and splashing it to her face. Turning the faucet off she grabbed the towel slung on her shoulders and dried herself. Taking a satisfied look at herself in the mirror, polished horns and grease free, while tucking strands of her hair behind her ears. The longer she stared, her nose wrinkled at the unflattering sight of dark circles around her eyes, clusters of freckles on her cheeks and oh my god is that a huge ugly zit? " Man, This job's taking a toll on me. " She heard a grumble below her, as if to second her statement. " And I think I just grew a second stomach. "
Exiting the bathroom, she headed to the cargo holds. Grabing somthing to drink at the coolers, she went and checked the ration storage. "Well hello." At the depths of the refrigerated containers, there was a box of chocolate bonbons neatly hidden as if someone attempted to save it for some special occasion. Gol thought the owner wouldnt mind, if they did they should've hid it better enough. She grabbed the box and tossed a piece of delight in her mouth.
After that Gol then went to the Main hold for the briefing. Matthew was at it at his favorite victim again. For some reasons, of all the people he had pulled a prank on, Kayala's the most fun (Gol herself being the total opposite). Could be that she makes the best comebacks, or because of glorious moments like these. Leaning on the post while popping another treat on her mouth, Gol snickered as Matt's attempt at the Face painfully blew up on his sorry face. "Oooh, Better luck next time, Matt" Gol teased him.
The senator was just next to her, both of them never talk much except for the respectful nods whenever they pass by w/c Gol never misses. Though she tries to be friendly when she gets the chance, the senator prefers to keep to herself. Which the iradonian respects, surely she has more important things to do than waste time on the grease monkey. Nonetheless, out of politeness, Gol reached her the box, coughing slightly to catch the woman's attention. "Bon-bons?" she said, then hustled up a "..ma'am. as if it was part of protocol she's so afraid of breaking.
Marcel Severion
The Vindicator
The Agent made a dimple as he turned to Targon. Indeed he had reviewed some of his tactics, could say he's a fan even. "Ahh, yes of course. 47-b." " scratching his chin, a habit he does fondly when deep in thought. " A rather melancholic start, which i would agree to say it contributes to the psychological torture. The middle was intense, yet unhurried, as if savoring each tormenting slit.." he turned his head up closing his eyes to recall the rest, one hand behind him. He made a slight frown "yet a bit too messy , I wouldnt go as far as calling it'classless', but I think I would've done it quite differently." he then turned to back to Targon, with a smug smile of his own. " I do recommend Scaflo's sonata 10 G Op.14,2 be played in the background whilst torturing. You'll be surprised how effective it is, aside from making the whole moment more delightful than it is."
Marcel had been an interrogator himself once upon a time, a job he admits is more productive than what he does now. Though sometimes he likes to think of himself as a frustrated artist, and considers every subject a canvas that he can inflict 'art' upon. But after the last he hadnt had much assignment in that department. Deep inside he was avoiding it for some reasons, aside from ruining his favourite suit that is. He might have grown squeamish as time went by, though thinking about it he strongly objects himself on that one. This could be his chance to test himself, even if in the back of his mind he'd rather let the poor sods watch Kordath's magic on a projector screen than doing all that nasty work.
Marcel then turned to the commodore once again as Shira voiced out her concerns on the mission. " Yes, It would be nice to know beforehand if we're about to dive into." He nodded in agreement with Kordath's suggestion.
Ayyy I'll get mine posted aftr i come home from class tomorrow :*
Gol Zhavromi
Medbay-> Bridge
Gol smiled back to Nali, that silly snort whenever he laughs gets her all the time, it awfully reminds her the sound a baby Bantha would make. "Well from now on I'm fully entrusting you with that bit of information." Her smile went sour as Nali applied the cold compress to her ankle, this time though she seeped the air through her teeth instead to avoid a whimper, or cursing the doctor.
"Hell no." Her restrain hadnt been that effective when Nali prescribed her to stay put for a day or two. "You mean just sit in a corner and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day? Nope. I cant just do that when I have so much work clogged on me, I still have to repair Artie and...." She paused for a second to asses her workload for this week. She hadn't realize that she already done almost all of them. Her focus had been on R3-T3 lately, or Artie as she affectionately calls her. Its been long overdue to get the broken astromech fixed after she got herself lodged in the lift. It was pretty much the droids fault for being so helpfully eager at everything, pretty much like Gol but with a much bigger emphasis on cuteness and harmlessness.
She took one long glance at Nali then finally agreed to his advice. "Fine. No heavy duty working for today. Got it dad." The doctor did recommend her to stay put and knowing Gol she cant stand taking another minute of doing nothing. After a while, mere seconds to be exact, she stood up and limped to the door. "I'm not gonna touch a hydrospanner just yet. " raising her palms she assured the concerned doctor "Just gonna wash this grease off of me then get something to drink at the hold. Want me to get you anything?".
Some of the crew gathered on the bridge as they took off. She could've wished there was time to explore the planet but of course the mission was the priority. On the bridge she got a chance to have a talk with the captain about awhile ago "Captain." she hobbled towards him. " I just wanted to properly apologize, it was my job to inspect the engine if it were faulty before installing. But I assure you something like that won't ever happen again."
Marcel Severion
The Vindicator
Jaina slipped herself from behind him as she enthusiastically called for the Commodore's attention. The times Marcel encounters this on a regular basis, it hardly shocks him anymore. His almost sister-in-law could get a bit exasperating at times, a far cry from the meek little Jaina he once knew. His parents almost married him off to her older sister, desperately wanting a force sensitive heir to succeed them as Marcel himself wasnt. Somehow he knew, in their eyes he was a disappointment, he only agreed with the union to win back their trust. Only at some point the marriage didnt go off and though he had prepared himself for this for a long time, he was relieved that the marriage dint go.
"Jaina you're looking extra ebullient today." He greeted back, "I'm guessing you have missed your medication?" From the obvious looks of it she might have.
As Shira announced that they are about to head off to Anchorhead, delightfully he might add, Marcel then excused himself to the commodore , "Commodore if you have any need of me I'd be in the interrogation room with our star crossed lovers." he said in his High Couroscanti accent " If you want you could go ahead and give me an icebreaker. It would make my job a little bit easier for once." he smiled to Jess.
@The ElvenqueenShe's just salty cuz she didnt get to punch the guy who ran her over X)))
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Gol Zhavromi
Medbay
Whenever Gol gets to visit the medbay, there could only be two things as to why that she got injured at work or that she got herself into a fist fight with some drunkass at the cantina. Getting run over by a hovercraft was an entirely new experience though, so was running away from a fight. Her teeth gritted at the thought of that smug driver's blue face, both her fist unbearably itched to pound those pretty teeth of his off of him. Gol sat there as she let Nali do his medical magic, indeed there's no worst injury that the echani doc could'nt heal, as Gol herself realized by the many times she frequently ends up here.
A sting of pain ran through her left injured leg while the good doctor was in the midst of his doctoring. " Dammit Nali!" she said, disgruntled "Watch what your doing will you?" Gol felt great discomfort at her injury but she knew Nali was doing everything to help and once again she compulsively unleashed her inner dickishness on someone who doesn't deserve it. She felt sorry, and only to let it show in her face rather than directly saying it as she turned her gaze away from him. Gol broke the momentary silence after that, "So." Trying to ease the tension, and though she was not really the best at cracking jokes, that's pretty much Matt's department. She tries still, feeling this one desperately calls for it. "Am I gonna make it? If not, then tell everyone I want my body be carried on a X wing and fly me through the galaxies." she said in a deadpan expression.
Marcel Severion
The Vindicator
The Vindicator's surveillance where monitors show every possible corner of the ship is where Agent Severion usually frequents to do the most part of his job. A handful of the crew technicians operate them, which whom Marcel would receive certain reports on any suspicious happenings on the ship. On another adjacent isle, is where they facilitate the ship's security features. Part of being in the internal affairs was having a high level security authorization, whatever it takes to get the job done most effectively, and his job does a lot of lowkey snooping for any suspicious activities within the ship. Gazing from one monitor to another Marcel stood as he observed the usual happenings onboard the Vindicator, his eyes glued to one person in particular. Recently there have been reports of two crewmen having suspicious meetings on the ship's cargo holds , one of suspects, a junior crewman had been regularly dropping by the same location, and then followed by another crewmember all of these meetings occuring in the most questionable hours. It will be no surprise if these private meetings could be a brewing treason, after what he had witnessed in the past he knows what these rebels are capable of. If they are able to go as far as slipping inside the Empire, he admits that it's quite an impressive feat.
Marcel signaled two of the men as they are headed immedietly to the cargo holds. The armed men complied, walking with the Agent as they ready to take on whatever is on the other side of that room. Pausing by the blast doors, the men waited for the agent's signal before they barged in, Marcel drew a bemused look at the suspect, pants down and was over his topless lover, their faces distorted in fear. The agent could do nothing but shook his head in disappointment as the two scurried to put their clothes back on, both of them may not even be older than 20 or so. With what's happening in the Empire right now, it's just a great idea to let loose and get crazy before taking a blaster to the head that could likely happen one of these days. It wasnt that long that he himself was once young and stupid and in love, he couldnt exactly blame them for this, but as such things can only lead to destruction topped with an ugly blotch on their permanent records as it's what he intends to do right now.
"Take them to interrogation. I'll personally send my reports here to the commodore." He left the room and over to the the bridge. On the way he got pass Jaina who was dangling on the rails by the corridor then to Kordath and Kayla whom he greeted with a nod. He then turned to the commodore, his stoic demeanor slightly lightened, as he always does when he's around her. "Our suspected treason case proved to be nothing but a steamy randevous between two junior crew members. If you ask me I'd arrest whoever screens these soldiers for subterfuge." Marcel just then caught a glimpse of a man, dangling by the edge of the bridge. Sighing deeply, he then turned back to the captain. " You see my point?"
Hnng i wrote a post in the pms yesterday and I thought i've posted it here already lmao, anyway one steaming hot Gol/Marcel post coming right up
Same, I have some work atm but gonna post probs later on if i finish up early or tommorow.
Great now that I've gotten rid of my hangover I'd go ahead and message the vindicator characters for Marcel's relations. I know it's been loong over due, sorry about that. X)
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