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Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

You are so beautiful. Kaylee said softly as she slid up from the comfort of Nyxia's bunk. She placed a soft kiss on the girls neck before resting her head on the younger girl's shoulder. She ran her hand hand under Nyxia's shirt gently rubbing the woman's back. You should of woke me. You know I hate interrupting you. She gave a playful giggle as she slid off the bunk. I'm gonna shower. Feel free to join me. She gave another smile before disappearing from the bunk. Kaylee made quickly for the shower. Her head still racing the girl was practically skipping to the shower she was in such a good mood. But that would soon be interrupted. Kaylee hardly had time to get into the shower before the chaos began. Soon after she began washing herself she picked up and her naked flesh slammed into the wall causing a rough pain the unsuspecting girl. Fuck! She cried out as she slid down the wall . Once the ship finally stabilized itself the young blonde hurried out the door. Putting on her clothes as she ran she slipped into some dark panties a tight black tank top and small denim like shorts. Fuck is this what happens when I'm not flying? She asked herself as she rounded the corner nearly running into Dani as she did. But the plasma conduit exploding infront of her was a painful realization for how bad things might be. Shit Dani we have to help her. She quickly ran forward sliding down to hug the ground trying to draw under the flames.
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

Yai nodded as she gave a curt bow to her captain. As you will Captain. And took her place at Station 4, doing what she could to assist but not oversteping her bounds of knowledge.
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

Dani She acknowledged Kaylee her voice metalic through the helmet, the young pilot was not at the helm and so likely was reporting to the fighter bay which lay on Dani's route. She grinned in the helmet when she saw Krysta and a second later cursed as the conduit exploded - we do she answered Kaylee stay back - your not equiped for this and not losing both of you she instructed. Dani trusted her armour and endurance to stand to her for what needed to be done and in one motion stepped directly in front of the flames grabbed Krysta and shielded her with her own body as she dragged her to safely even as she felt the flames at her back and tried to ignore the pain until - immediately patting out any fire Krysta prior even as she ignored her own until the other woman was safe. OOC See more Not sure if this would be on fortitude defence, endurance skill etc, or just direct damage to her. Thinking it is fire obviously but not sure if standing directly in the path would boost the damage - your call
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

With the body count rising from whatever the hell just happened to the ship, Doctor Fandomir would enlist Keiko to set up a triage in the cargo hold. With the nurses by her side, it would be a fairly simple request. Keiko would be in charge of trying to figure out who needed to be in the bio-beds within the medical area proper while using the somewhat empty cargo bay as a impromptu waiting room. It was clear to her at least that she could not take much in the way of resources from the medical unit so Keiko would need to get back to her room and collect her personal gear for this. Of the upmost importance would be her miniaturized medkit and surgery kit. It was likely that she would need to perform some level of surgery in the cargo hold while not having the benefit of proper medical facilities around her. It would be a good training exercise for going out into the field, except that there was no training dummies or cadavers being used now. There would be no room for error as it would likely result in casualties that Keiko would do her damnedest to avoid. Keiko felt inspired and she was going to do the best she could given the crisis situation. This was what she was trained for afterall. While Keiko was going to spend a few minutes getting her own personal medical supplies, she needed to find a few able bodied soldiers who could assist her in setting up the makeshift triage unit. Most simple injuries, Keiko or one of the nurses could handle right there in the cargo bay. Anything more severe and they would need to be taken into the medical unit of the ship where Fandomir would hopefully be able to handle the more extreme cases of trauma and injury. While this was all going on, Keiko would hope that the situation did not worsen and that whatever had happened to the ship was a one time malfunction of some manner that could be corrected. If everything went to plan, Keiko would have her first group of patients lined up in the cargo bay while she went to get her personal equipment. This was going to take a lot of doing by not only herself but those around her to make sure that everything could run as smoothly as possible.
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

Gekki Use computers test to find out specificly where we are. With sensors coming online, Gekki found that they were in the middle of a star system, a little over an Astronical Unit from a cozy yellow star. A green spec to port--close enough to be visiible to the naked eye--was revelead by their senosrs to be a lush, heavily forested planet. Dani, Kaylee Dani andor Kaylee Endurance Test to get through the flames to pull Krysta out.
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

Dani See more not sure who Alric7808 is on that. Endurance 21 129. Kaylee would likely be better but Dani does no know that
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

The heat was imediate agony as Dani's armored body forced in through the flame, but she held resolute and pulled the pilot out, sheltering her body with her own armored form. See more The fire overcome's Dani's fortitude defense with a critical and deals 13 damage, but Krysta's life is saved.
Thread: (Star Wars: Going Into the Dusk) Ep. 1, Ch 3: Landing Party

Dani Her task complete she focused on making sure that any fire on herself was extinguished, and than returning to Krysta to note any serious damage - before letting out a sign of relief that her life was saved. Removing her helmet she grinned to Kaylee do me a favour and don't mention that stunt ok - the boss would be mad her smile turning sour as she winced in pain as the adrenaline of the moment receeded and ... ah don't want to have to visit the medbay . Looking at Krysta you however have to get treated she winked before clipping on her helmet and using the comlink and contacted ship maintenance services Security Officer Dani requesting immediate power cut or reduction to ship section JZ762 - power conduits overloading one injured currently. Further please confirm injury room nearest this section assume JZ762-1V23? - this was of course what she should have done to start with but Krysta might not have had the time, or such would be the justification if her boss called her on it. Assuming confirmation she took her helmet off again for the sake of showing a friendly face Krysta this is important - can you walk, myself and Kaylee mouthing the word ' please ' to the pilot who likely had her own tasks can carry you but better if you are mobile if possible .
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon Hargrave had a most unusual life for a twenty-one year old. For the past year, he had the distinction of being the World Middleweight Kickboxing Champion, a goal he had been working toward since he was seven years old. This kind of life meant that he spent much more time in training than socializing like other young people his age, and he had learned to get along pretty well on his own due to that. The night out on the town was rare, and due to his training and responsibility, alcohol was out of the question. He was a native of Manhattan, New York and thought that he would spend the rest of his life in that city. That was, until an incident that happened just a month earlier. In the early days of Boxing, it was not uncommon for the Mafia to be involved. Illegal sports betting, fixing fights. and roughing up contenders was just a part of life. While times and policy had changed to pretty much push the Mob out of sports, they still tried to influence fights within Boxing, Kickboxing, and MMA. Shortly after becoming World Champion, a small Mob family known as the Perettis approached him and wanted him to take a fall. Brandon refused, but the Peretti representative let him know that he had better do it or else. Needless to say, Brandon did not comply with their demands and won his next fight. The next day, around 7 AM, a Peretti legbreaker broke into his apartment with a tire iron and the express purpose of ending his career. Brandon defended himself, and in the process, the legbreaker took a headkick that sent him tumbling down the stairs. The fall broke his neck and killed him, a complete accident in the course of self-defense. However, killing this Mob peon meant that they would now be coming after his life, leaving Brandon and his manager no choice but to flee the city. They had ended up in San Jose, California, where Brandon was staying in a new place under an assumed name. For safety purposes, he carried no cell phone and kept out of sight as much as possible. However, Brandon needed to better his life, and that meant going to college. He enrolled in San Jose State University under the same assumed name, although the right people at the college were aware of his real name and situation. His classes started soon after that, and it was a sunny California day as he walked into the college, his wavy brown hair rustling in the slight breeze his walking generated while his opaline green eyes took in everything around him. Brandon was not an easy person to miss, standing tall at 6'2 with a muscular build, and he drew a few stares from the girls he passed by. When he entered the classroom, he sat in the back and waited quietly for the class to begin. For right now, it was in his best interest to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Just listen to me! Vanessa Vasselli bolted down the large white corridors of San Jose's State university. A place she had been attending for a year, currently going through a break up that lasted nine months. Vanessa... Her sad excuse of an ex boyfriend begged Please The doors of Mr Horowitz class came into view among the sea of students, Vanessa grinned, thanking the man up above. Her happiness however was short lived when the scumbag held onto her satchel strap, tugging the short brunette back into his hard chest. You So- the failed sentence had been interrupted by a pair of familiar lips of hers. Vanessa shoved Mark with all her might. What the hell are you doing? It had been safe to assume the quarreling pair attracted many eyes with their outbursts. Its called a kiss Mark smiled like a douchbag. You can't kiss me I'm not breaking up with you Vanessa nodded I'm breaking up with you Nessa it was just one freaking night, it won't happen again I don't really care...and I don't want to be hurt anymore...so just leave me alone. We lasted a year, but I'm sorry I couldn't ride you like Steph Mark clamped a hand over his annoying ex girlfriend's mouth The fuck you trying to do Vanessa mumbled her words, unable to form a coherent sentence. Mark released his hand, still holding her my the pink strap of her satchel. This isn't over he whispered It is...because... Becaue what? Mark muttered dangerously Her eyes blinked, eyeballs moving frantically as she tried to come up with an explanation. Because I'm seeing someone Ha! Got you she thought when Mark became visibly stunned. Her words causing the blonde haired blue eyed footballer to step back, hurt evident in his eyes. Vanessa frowned at his reaction before stepping back, Mark releasing her with ease. The raven haired beauty spun on her heels and crossed the few feet toward the classroom door, gripping the silver handle, turning it quickly as she stepped in. Mark Bassett still hot on her heels. Vanessa spotted a guy sitting far off in the back. Odd, but he would do for what she needed to accomplish. Hey! She smiled brightly, practically flying up the middle aisle toward the stranger. Acting like she knew him Vanessa placed her bag onto the desk near his, placing her bottom in the seat. Sorry I'm late she leaned over bringing her lips to his in a quick peck. In the year Vanessa and Mark dated she gave the footballer no reason to be jealous or possessive. Vanessa Vasselli had an inkling she was in for a rude awakening as her ex boyfriend stood in the doorway, eyes piercing into her skull and the boy sitting next to her.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon looked toward the door as he heard the sounds of an argument going on outside the classroom door. He couldn't make out many of the words, but it sounded like a couple going through a break-up and one not taking it very well. When the young woman entered the room, he had to admit that she was quite cute. The short brunette moved with surprising quickness up the middle aisle, calling out to him and making a beeline for the desk right next to him. She sat down in it and apologized for being late, leaving Brandon very confused. What are you- His question was cut off as the cute brunette gave him a short kiss on the lips. Visibly stunned, Brandon just sat there for a minute with a wide-eyed look on his face. Everyone in the class was staring at them, but they looked away when Brandon noticed. Brandon noticed the muscular young man in the doorway glaring daggers at them, and sighed as he realized that he had just been used to make this young woman's ex-boyfriend jealous. Great...My first day here and I've already made an enemy. It was then that the professor, Mr. Horowitz, appeared in the doorway. I don't believe you're in this class, Mark. You should get to your own class before you're really late. Mark nodded at the professor before turning back to Vanessa. Still glaring hard at her, he mouthed the words This isn't over before leaving the doorway and heading down the hall. Professor Horowitz made his way to the front of the room and began to take role. Brandon answered when his name was called, as the assumed name was only on the public roster and not the professor's actual class sheet. Brandon looked out the corner of his eye and shook his head with a smile at the young woman's antics. He had learned from the role call that her name was Vanessa Vasselli, an interesting name for an interesting woman. He had expected his college day would be a rather dull affair, but she had certainly livened things up. It seemed that his life was full of surprises lately. As the class began, he opened his book and went over the syllabus that was passed out. He stayed quiet and listened well as the class on what would be expected for the semester went on.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Mark's parting words left an odd chill in his ex girlfriend. One that the bubbly brunette could not quite shake the feeling of. What did he mean by it exactly, how long did they have to go on like this. Mark trying to change her mind and Vanessa sticking it to him every single time. Did the boy just not get it, Vanessa Vasselli was never going to change her mind about a cheater. It was not in her nature to forgive easily, and she hated that about herself. Such a trait reminded Vanessa everyday of where she came from. Who her father was, and the life that she had been trying to escape. Despite the constant reminder, trying to be more like her bubbly mother kept the brunette sane. When Mr Horowitz started his roll call. Vanessa's eyes widened as if suddenly aware of the fact that she had just kissed a complete stranger. Putting the poor soul in the middle of her lengthy and tiring breakup. Before an apology could be issued the guy whom Mr Horowitz referred to as Brandon Hargave opened his notebook, an actual notebook. Vanessa smiled, How cute . The apology would have to wait, she collected her belongings and moved a few rows down. Feeling bad about the situation hadn't lasted long, because after an hour Mr Horowitz had been wrapping up his lecture on the Pros and Cons of Online Marketing. Students lingered in the classroom, some chatting up the dearly beloved Mr Horowitz, quite a handsome man in his late forties. Others were busy doing whatever it is that needed doing before that next class, hands typing furiously at their laptops. Vanessa, despite having a paper to send closed her laptop and slid it into her pink satchel. Carefully and with much shame the brunette made her way up the middle aisle for the second time Dont trip, don't trip, don't trip . Hi... she muttered with a tight smile. Unable to meet the eyes of the man. I don't know how to say it Vanessa lifted her gaze to his chin I'm really sorry....you know...about earlier...Guilt flooded her soul like a disease and she met the gaze of Brandon Hargave. I'm not usually the type of person to do that, I'm really sorry. Her hands came up to gently tuck a stray curl behind her ear If Mark...my ex ever gives you any trouble just let me know. He can be...difficult at times. Oh ! Forgot introduce myself She rambled I'm Vanessa This time when the dark haired beauty smiled It was genuine. The simple act brightened her face, highlighting her chocolate brown eyes and rosy cheeks.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Brandon watched as Mark mouthed a threat to her before leaving. It was clear that this guy was not about to let this go, and he expected an angry confrontation in the near future. Vanessa moved down a few rows, clear self-conscious about the whole affair. Brandon brushed off the affair and focused on the class, which was rather boring but something required for a Generals Degree. It was clear that he had the least tech in the classroom, being one of the few to use a paper notebook instead of a laptop, but that was another way of avoiding the Peretti dragnet. He did not have a laptop for the same reason that he did not have a cell phone, and aside from that, the PC back at his apartment would work well enough for college purposes. After the class ended, Brandon gathered up his things and prepared to leave the classroom. He would be defending his title tonight at the Red Rock Casino Resort Spa in Las Vegas, so he would have to hurry home in order to make the flight in time. However, before he could, Vanessa approached him and apologized for earlier. She seemed genuinely remorseful about it, and even though she wouldn't look him in the eyes at first, he smiled. It's fine. Don't worry about it. She then told him to let her know if her ex, Mark, gave him any trouble. He thought that was sweet of her to say, but he doubted she could really do anything about it. Brandon would have to take care of it on his own, preferably without violence. She gave him a smile as she introduced herself, and her whole face seemed to light up. It was easy to see why Mark did not want to let her go, she was so beautiful and sweet. I'm Brandon, nice to meet you. He checked his watch, seeing that he needed to be home so that he and his manager could make it to the airport. I really have to go. It was nice meeting you, Vanessa. He rushed out of the classroom and speed-walked down the hall and out the door. Brandon made his way to the front parking lot, where he found his vehicle, a mid-size Chevy, and got in to head back home. When he got home, his manager was waiting outside with their luggage. His manager climbed in and they were headed for the airport. Along the way, he did the usual manager pep talk and gave him tips he had heard a million times before. They parked in the airport parking lot and made their way to the gate with tickets in hand. Once on the plane, they stowed their luggage and took their seats. The flight to Las Vegas would put them there in the evening, leaving them an hour to get to the Red Rock and settled in before the event started. There would be six fights on the card, with Brandon defending his belt in the Main Event, so he settled back to get some rest as the plane ascended into the air.
Thread: Love and Kickboxing (Grave x EveningSky)

Mornings were always the most peaceful at San Jose. Vanessa enjoyed the warmth of the sun, her against against the pathway as she jogged around the entire campus, trees swaying gently above. The crowd had been non existent, barely anyone straying except the after party crowd. Drunk college students-stumbling back to their dorms. One night stands- and the usual walk of shame. Vanessa Vasselli smiled, that was college life. Not that she would ever partake in such activities. The brunette considered it the behaviour of a whore, and a whore she was not. Vanessa was a girl who did not favour things of a sexual nature. Losing her virginity at seventeen had been painful and messy, and the few times she'd been with Mark was nothing short of dull. Nothing like she heard her friends describe, just sweaty and boring. Vanessa Vasselli came to conclusion that sex had not been for her, and it would never be. She was destined to be a woman who faked it, but the brunette was uncertain of what it was. How could one fake a feeling they've never experienced- that had been the million dollar question. As she ran past the girl who held her heels in hand, a sense of any washed over. For she told herself whore's were cheap, and she was such more. Yet Vanessa knew deep down that she desperately wanted to explore that part of life. Her body responding positively to her thoughts, she blushed as her nipples became visible through the thick fabric of her expensive purple work out top. Time to head home Her morning progressed as usual and Vanessa had been on her way to Mr Horowitz class. A little eager to see the kickboxing champion. It had been two days since the fight in Las Vegas, it seemed as though their only class together had been Mr Horowitz and their paths never crossed otherwise. She stepped in late, Mr Horowitz already their. He simply eyed Vanessa, giving her short nod. Embarrassed, and all eyes on her. The brunette took the first available seat she spotted, never looking away from it until she was firmly rooted. Being late for anything always sucked in her book. Her friends called it being fashionably late, especially when getting ready was always Vanessa's biggest setback. There was no denying she did look good in her white v necked knee length dress, black thigh high boots and an oversized washed out denim jacket.