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sticksofthejedi) wrote2013-09-17 11:59 pm
sticksofthejedi) wrote2013-09-17 11:59 pm
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Memory 74
Memory: Needling Jagged Fel.
Received: Day 284, morning
Form: Memory Form is a pair of handkerchiefs. Give one to someone and keep the other and you'll both receive the memory simultaneously (forced shareable). Your initials will appear on the handkerchiefs after.
Summary: Not-boyfriend Jagged Fel comes to interrupt Jaina while she works on her commandeered alien frigate. They practically indulge in pulling each other's hair.
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Jaina and wookie pal Lowbacca are taking stock of her commandeered Yuuzhan Vong frigate, the Trickster (formerly known as the Ksstarr). They're trying to work out the intricacies of the extra-galactic biotech, so it's worth noting here that a Vong frigate is a capital ship somewhere about 200 meters long, with a battery of plasma and magma missile-spitting weapons and arrays of "dovin basals," which project miniature black holes for defense and propulsion. It can stock about three months of supplies, and has room for hundreds of crew or passengers -- not that Jaina ever fills it. The primary structure is made of a coral-like substance, and gross membranes serve for most doors and seals. There's no windows or view screens; crew members don hoods connected to the ship that shows data and so on.
In this particular moment, Lowie's laughing at Jaina, and she's letting off an impressive string of Star Wars curses. She just found out the hard way how to turn on the ship's shower -- which, it turns out, involves being doused in a pale green gel. And of course that's when Imperial pilot Jagged Fel knocks at the door. She responds quickly, drawing up short in the middle of the doorway and putting hands on hips. Jag stares.
Jag: I've come at a bad time.
Jaina: That depends. If you're interested in having a shower, you're in luck. There's one on this ship, and I just figured out how to start it.
Jag: Ah.
[Jaina eye rakes him.]
Jaina: On second thought, the last thing you need is more spit and polish. And when I say 'spit,' you have no idea how literally I'm speaking.
[Jag remains cool on the outside, but inwardly, the comment gets a rise out of him -- and Jaina is empathic.]
Jag: And what is it, precisely, that I do need?
Jaina: You tell me. You're the one who's barging in here and interrupting my work.
Jag: I came to offer you a ship, and a place in the Vanguard Squadron.
Jaina: Thanks, but I've got a ship. It just needs a few adjustments.
[Jag takes a moment to look over her.]
Jag: And how is that going?
Jaina: Great. No problems.
[Jag hesitates, debating whether to press the topic. He seems to think the prospect of fighting with her would be "surprisingly intriguing."]
Jag: I should leave you to your work.
Jaina: Fine. Good. You do that.
[Jag leaves; Jaina turns to see Lowie grinning at her.]
Jaina: I don't see what's so amusing.
Lowie chuckles at her, so she reaches up, drags his head down to plant a kiss on his forehead, then plasters herself against him in a hug, leaving a great deal of her shower goop on him. He's confused a moment, then notices all the goop in his fur, and yelps.
Jaina: Now that is funny.
Received: Day 284, morning
Form: Memory Form is a pair of handkerchiefs. Give one to someone and keep the other and you'll both receive the memory simultaneously (forced shareable). Your initials will appear on the handkerchiefs after.
Summary: Not-boyfriend Jagged Fel comes to interrupt Jaina while she works on her commandeered alien frigate. They practically indulge in pulling each other's hair.
--
Jaina and wookie pal Lowbacca are taking stock of her commandeered Yuuzhan Vong frigate, the Trickster (formerly known as the Ksstarr). They're trying to work out the intricacies of the extra-galactic biotech, so it's worth noting here that a Vong frigate is a capital ship somewhere about 200 meters long, with a battery of plasma and magma missile-spitting weapons and arrays of "dovin basals," which project miniature black holes for defense and propulsion. It can stock about three months of supplies, and has room for hundreds of crew or passengers -- not that Jaina ever fills it. The primary structure is made of a coral-like substance, and gross membranes serve for most doors and seals. There's no windows or view screens; crew members don hoods connected to the ship that shows data and so on.
In this particular moment, Lowie's laughing at Jaina, and she's letting off an impressive string of Star Wars curses. She just found out the hard way how to turn on the ship's shower -- which, it turns out, involves being doused in a pale green gel. And of course that's when Imperial pilot Jagged Fel knocks at the door. She responds quickly, drawing up short in the middle of the doorway and putting hands on hips. Jag stares.
Jag: I've come at a bad time.
Jaina: That depends. If you're interested in having a shower, you're in luck. There's one on this ship, and I just figured out how to start it.
Jag: Ah.
[Jaina eye rakes him.]
Jaina: On second thought, the last thing you need is more spit and polish. And when I say 'spit,' you have no idea how literally I'm speaking.
[Jag remains cool on the outside, but inwardly, the comment gets a rise out of him -- and Jaina is empathic.]
Jag: And what is it, precisely, that I do need?
Jaina: You tell me. You're the one who's barging in here and interrupting my work.
Jag: I came to offer you a ship, and a place in the Vanguard Squadron.
Jaina: Thanks, but I've got a ship. It just needs a few adjustments.
[Jag takes a moment to look over her.]
Jag: And how is that going?
Jaina: Great. No problems.
[Jag hesitates, debating whether to press the topic. He seems to think the prospect of fighting with her would be "surprisingly intriguing."]
Jag: I should leave you to your work.
Jaina: Fine. Good. You do that.
[Jag leaves; Jaina turns to see Lowie grinning at her.]
Jaina: I don't see what's so amusing.
Lowie chuckles at her, so she reaches up, drags his head down to plant a kiss on his forehead, then plasters herself against him in a hug, leaving a great deal of her shower goop on him. He's confused a moment, then notices all the goop in his fur, and yelps.
Jaina: Now that is funny.