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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 1:47:23 GMT -5
Chopper frowned. He had hundreds of brothers, and their survival depends on one another. You went in to battle with your platoon, and sometimes you didn't come out as a whole. His platoon had travelled far and nearly killed thme selve sin training. They were tough and a tight knit group.
Slick had mentioned something along those lines before he was hauled off. That we were slaves for the jedi. He shook his head briskly to clear the thoughts.
"Some of us have tattoos, and I can guarentee you that everyone one of us knows where why got it, how, and maybe even why." He smirked. "No reason, hmm?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 12:43:14 GMT -5
Kayla narrowed her eyes at Chopper. "Also another story that I'll be taking to my grave with me," she growled as she crossed her arms across her chest. No way in hell was she going to explain the story behind her skill tattoo. It hurt to even think about him. "Let's just say I've been to one end of the galaxy to the other end," she added.
There was a moment of silence between the two.
The doors opened and the sargent walked in and glared at Chopper from behind his helmet. "Chopper," he growled. "What's this I hear about you punching out a fellow officer?" he asked with his arms crossed. He glanced at Kayla. "And secondly why and how did the stowaway get onboard the ship?" he added. (OOC: You can control the Sargaent  )
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 18:58:38 GMT -5
Chopper frowned. This certainly was a person of many mysteries, or personal background. That was one thing Chopper liked about working with the Republic, he had nothing to hide really. His brother's knew about him, and he about them. Aside from the fingers and Slick, he didn't have anything to hide.
He heard the door hiss open and was on his feet in an instant. He snapped to attention, his mind reeling with anything to try and defend his position.
"Sir!" He started off, always a good thing. "I didn't punch out an officer sir. I ... had tripped over supplies that had fallen out of the crate, sir. I heard the noise from next door and came over to secure it. He had happened to walk in at the same time that I tripped over the fallen supplies. Unfortunately, sir, I had a pair of metal clippers in my hand and as I fell it slipped from my grasp, sir."
His gaze never wavered. He couldn't; the moment his eyes flickered the Sergaent would have his suspitions. He was suspected of being a spy, that must not look good in the books. But regardless, they were all brothers.
"This is not a stowaway, sir." Chopper blurted, turning to "introduce" Kayla to the sergaent. "This is a friend to the generals, Commander Alyak. I was told to show her about the ship and become more familiar with the crew, sir. CJ-58621 dropped by and noticed I wasn't to busy, so I offered. Then we came in here to check the crates before we carried on, sir."
Sergaent studied Chopper's face, then glanced to Kayla. What Chopper said would have been possible, but it would be impossible to check unless there were other people close by that had overheard what was happening. He frowned, thinking. If this was a friend to the generals, he could always check when he returned to the bridge. Perhaps he'd do that. they wouldn't get too far.
"As always Chopper, questionable. Carry on." He said roughly, leaving the room and walking down the hallway the way he had come.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 19:05:14 GMT -5
Kayla snorted. "Nice save," she said with a smirk. "Though he'll find out that story is bullshit considering the fact that most of the Jedi generals know I ain't part of the order anymore," she added with a grin. "All I have to say is good luck finding out more on me because I ain't that likely to tell more than I intend to," she added as she stuck out her tongue in the process knowing that would likely anoy the hell out of Chopper.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 19:18:15 GMT -5
Chopper was in some deep osik now.He had lied... again... to an officer. He gave a small groan as the door hissed closed behind the sergaent. He was so screwed, no doubt about it. He had two options, catch Kayla or get her off the ship... ASAP.
He clenched his fists and spun around. Using as much speed as he possibly could, he darted his hand forward to attempt to clamp his fingers on Kayla's tongue. Yes, that pissed him off. Grow up already. His other hand reached for her arm to hold her steady.
"If you wanna get out of here alive and not behind bars you're gonna listen. I've just lied to the whole entire ship's company that you're a commander. For now, they'll think you are."
His gaze intensified, hard and harsh.
"If I'm gonna give you a tour of this place, I recommend the first stop being the docking bay. You get yourself a ship, and get out of here before I turn you in, fair?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 19:27:35 GMT -5
Kayla smirked. "Technically you won't get in trouble," she said. "I still have some ties to the Jedi so keep your skirt on." She shook her head. "Demanding ain't you?" she said snickering. "However if you want me to behave you don't act like an ass," she added seriously. "And if I don't get a ship and end up getting dragged into being the general of your command then you can't do anything nor boss me around," she countured with a snicker. "However lead the way to the docking bay."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 19:34:25 GMT -5
Seven hells, Chopper just didn't know what to expect from her. He let her go, dropping his hands by his side. Fine. If somehow his bullshit story worked, and she did become a general he could either be saved, or not. He decided not to think of the 'not' possibilities. Althought, the thought of Kayla's sass to the officers made an amazing mental image.
Feeling slightly relieved that he wasn't going to be considered 'disfunctional' and decommissioned, he decided to keep to the lie and show her about. Making things appear somewhat normal for a new Commander. She wanted to see the docking bay, then fine. She will.
"Very well, Commander Alyak." He smirked. "Right this way." He turned, keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn't disappear, and opened the door. It hissed open, showing the hallway.
"After you..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 19:45:29 GMT -5
Kayla glared at Chopper. "Next you grab me like that again I will shoot you in the balls," she growled with her arms crossed against her chest as she walked out of the room. She stopped when she saw Chopper watching her. "What the hell are you staring at?" she asked. "You better quit staring at my ass." She walked out of the room and then grinned. "Though how do I really know that you're taking me to the docking bay?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "After all for all I know you could be trying to pull a fast one." She stood in her spot not moving yet.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 20:05:43 GMT -5
Chopper couldn't help but chuckle. He tried his best to keep it hidden, but he couldn't. He'd like to see her try. He wasn't stupid, and was definitely fast enough to protect himself. Tough luck trying!
"I was making sure you didn't run off .... again." He said dryly, following her out into the hall. He pulled the metal cutters out of the wall as he did, throwing it by the crates to be retrieved later. He reached behind him and closed the door.
He put his hands on his hips and raised an eye brow. "Hmm, well let's see..." He had forgotten his helmet inside, oh well. He could always fetch it later. There was no need for it at the moment. Technically, he was off duty... he had just been spending his free time... working with spare parts.
"Unless you know where the docking bay is, then I think you may, for once, have to have somekind of faith and that I'm not kicking you out into space. Or, Commander," He said with a smug and smart ass expression. "If you wish, you could lead the way, and I'll point out what is what. If that suits you better."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 20:33:11 GMT -5
"....Pervert," Kayla grumbled under breath as she shook her head. "That depends," she said dryly. "I think you were enjoying staring at my ass," she mused with a snicker. "And if you do try to grab my tongue again I will shoot you in the crotch," she added seriously. "Besides I didn't say I don't have any surprises onboard now did I?" she added with a wink. She made a face when he called her commander. "No need to be so formal damn it," she said as she shook her head. "Besides my tattoo has a story behind it one that will go with me to my grave," she added with a snort. Kayla was just digging herself another hole.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 20:43:04 GMT -5
Chopper frowned. He was no pervert, he was being honest. Kayla had run off once already when he wasn't paying attention, he made sure not to let it happen again.
"I'm sure my glove and armor taste great." He said sarcasticly. It was also the second time she threatened to destroy his manhood. Honestly, he had to keep a closer eye on this one. His eyes briefly narrowed cautiously.
She was mentioning the tattoo again. It was almost as if she was brining it up on purpose? Did she want to talk about it, but to afraid to? Perhaps she just wanted to make her point clearn.
"You're beginning to dig yourself a hole." He looked smug. "Do you want me to continue interrogating your tattoo?"
He motioned down the hallway, for their 'trip' to start taking place. Standing in the middle of the hallway wasn't the brightest idea ever.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 21:00:37 GMT -5
"You could try but I'm telling you that there's more to me than good looks," Kayla quipped with a smirk. "Then again depends on how well you behave I may tell a little bit more about myself," she added softly with a friendly smile.
She thought for a moment. "As I said before more stories to be left in the gravyyard, though I will say the tattoo is a past memory." She stretched and followed and when she followed her shirt pulled up revealing her skull angel wing tattoo with the name Emile-A239.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 21:06:42 GMT -5
Chopper rolled his eyes. "Clearly. You hit me with a smoke grenade, and proceeded to threaten to blow up the ship."
He walked down the hallway, slowing his pace so he could walk beside her to make sure she didn't scamper off. He snorted quietly. "I tend to not behave very well." He mutter jokingly. His eyes wandered curiously to her tattoo again. What made it so special to have it branded into her side but it must be kept hidden.
He quickly looked away, making a mental note of 'Emile-A239'. A clone trooper? Maybe a droid? He almost gagged. Definitely not a droid. He didn't ever consider it again.
"What planet you from?" He found it best to change the subject.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 21:16:22 GMT -5
Kayla smirked as another idea formed in her head. 'Might as well have some fun,' she thought with a snicker. "Then again I could have laced the ship with at least two dozen rounds of CS-4's," she said jokingly.
"I can damn well see you don't like to behave judging by what I've seen," she added sarcastically and he noticed he was staring at her tattoo again. "And what are you staring at again?" she grumbled, shaking her head.
"I'm was from Corellia until I was discovered by the Jedi," she said. "I don't exactly have the best past either which I ain't telling yet." She crossed her arms. No way in hell was she revealing her past and reason for leaving the Jedi yet. She had to get to know the Clone a little bit more.
"Anyway since you been asking me lots of questions," she mused. "I thought all clones were emotionless."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 21:42:27 GMT -5
Chopper glanced in Kayla's direction. "You already threatened to blow up the ship once, and said you were really planning on it. Why should I believe you know?"
He laughed quietly, deciding to not bring up the tattoo until she was a little more at ease. Clearly she becomes irritable when her personal background is brought up. However, that was hard to avoid. He was amused, he had never met someone like this before.
His laugh quickly faded, but he kept a civilized tone to keep her temper, and his own temper, from flaming again. That would be something nice to avoid.
"No. We're not exactly identical, like cookie cutters." He explained. "We're more like twins and brothers depending on our age. We follow orders, do our jobs, but we're still human. We're still people." He searched her face for somekind of understanding. He looked back in front of him.
"Although it seems a lot of people don't recognize that." he added very quietly.
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