Star Wars Iconic Characters: Interlude...

[Arani Korden]

Sia noticed the other two women over by some clothes. "Hey what are those scary things that you've got there, Arani?" Her face scrunched up slightly in mock horror at the garish affront to the designer fashion industry. "The Force, woman...what are you trying to turn her into? Some kind of fruit cocktail?"

Sinking her teeth into the nice juicy fruit, she took a generous bite, licking the sweet juice from her lips with a wayward tongue. "Maybe you should throw a tarp over her and be done with it." Those endlessly blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

"No. There's nothing here that would suit her."

Arani sighs.

"Remember that green gown I wore to the last school dance? That would be perfect on her, don't you think? Much better than it looked on me, actually. Too bad it's in my closet on Naboo instead of here."

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

OOC: Aren't Jedi Padawans taken from birth to be raised in the way of the Jedi? I don't think they go to regular school, do they?


Sia managed to take her eyes off the green alien to glance at Valara with a rather thoughtful look. "Hmm...well...frell, at least the multiple layers of Jedi robes have to serve some kind of use besides trying to make padawans sweat like little naboo diglets, huh?" Sticking her fruit into her mouth, she began to pull at her clothes, taking off her belt and removing her outer robes. She handed that over to Valera with one hand while taking the fruit out of her mouth with the other.

"There you go! You can have one of mine. Its pretty and light blue, not as fashionable as Arani's outfit but I think that she'll would approve of it more so than what you're wearing now or what the station has to offer."

She smoothed down the high collar white shirt and replaced her belt over that. "What do you think, Arani?"

 

[Valara]

"My dress is that of a warrior, why should I dress in clothes that don't mark my station?" She looks inquiringly from Arani to Sia-Lan and back again dubiously. "Though if they are the clothes of a Jedi, and a gift I will gladly wear them to honor our friendship."

She holds up the blue pants and vest trying to reason out how to wear them correctly. When she thinks she has it right she begins undoing the clasps on her hide vest seeing nothing wong with changing then and there in front of everyone. When she gets it almost fully unbuttoned she notices the raising eyebrows of the passers by, and the loitering. My body is well shaped, and athletic, it is right that they should admire it, but I do not see them admiring Sia-Lan or Arani in this way, is something I am doing wrong?

"What are they staring at, am I doing something wrong?" she asks Sia-Lan curiously.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

"No, no, no," Sia-Lan tsks with a smile, still busy chewing up her fruit. Shaking her head, she waves a finger at Valara. "Those are outer Jedi robes," she informs her with a wise nod, well an attempt at looking wise at least. "You wear them outside your clothes. So just slip them on over everything, that's it. Button yourself up before Set or Dorn get too excited."

One blue eye sparkled with amusement.

 

[Valara]

"Outer robes... outer robes." she repeats bouncing the words around in her brain. "Very well, I shall wear them on the outside then." nodding to herself she begins reworking the clasps of her vest, until it is fully bound again. Smiling at Sia in gratitude for keeping her from making a fool of herself she pulls on the blue linen outer-pants, sliding them over her loin cloth but leaving the tails of her vest hanging over, tucking them into the tops of her boots.

She decided against putting on the overshirt, believing that her own vest was more attractive then her friends'. She twirls around, her vest tails fluttering like ribbons until the come to rest.

"Is this more acceptable Arani?" she asks the noble, smoothing the material over her legs, unused to the feel of soft cloth on her bare skin.

 

[Arani Korden]

"My dress is that of a warrior, why should I dress in clothes that don't mark my station?"

"You are a warrior, Valara. You wear your station on your face and in your heart. But the sector we're travelling to . . . Their warriors have a different mode of dress. I just want to be sure you get the respect you deserve."

Arani steps back to admire Sia-Lan's handiwork.

"In the meantime, this is a start."

Arani will look for a computer with a decent Holonet connection. (If the ship's computer will work, great! Otherwise she'll check on the station.) She wants to research current Tapani fashion - for Valara, she's looking for something simple, elegant, and martial, which wouldn't restrict Valara's freedom of movement unduly, and won't clash with Zheev. If she can find something that might work, she'll poke around for ideas for the rest of the crew, then see if she can find anything for herself. If she finds anything she really likes, she'll have it delivered to Aunt Agatha's. (Credit cards - in spaaaace!!!!!)

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

"I think its beautiful," Sia-Lan answered as she started walking toward the ship, apparently believing that she had shared all the Jedi wisdom she could in the choosing of Valara's clothing. "See you later! Have fun shopping."

The whole atmosphere did feel so much cooler now that her heavier outer robes were gone and Sia-Lan had a jaunty spring to her step. As she neared the ship and could hear the zapping of the training remote, an auburn brow quirked slightly. Leaning against the side of the ship, she continued to eat her fruit while watching Set practise.

"Training remote 10, Set 2?" the young Jedi padawan mused with with half a laugh. "I think that your bum will be sore for the next few weeks if you keep using it to block the stun bolts instead of your saber."

 

[Set Harth]

Set pauses to glare at Sia over his blue-white lightsabre. The remote, sensing an opportunity, shoots a stinging bolt into Set afore mentioned rump. A distinct mechanical giggle eminates from the remote. (Kelko took a bit of engineers licence in programing the remote.)

"Youch!" Surprised, Set performs a somewhat graceful force-assisted flip at the sudden jolt to his backside. landing several feet away from the remote. Rubbing his behind Set glares back over his shoulder at the remote, which can now be seen hovering just behind a packing create.

"Sithspawned droid... I'm gonna talk to Kelko about thiss" Set hisses beneath his breath.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Sia-Lan tried not to choke on her fruit while choking back her laughter. Somewhat successful if not particularly graceful, the young padawan managed to surpress it to just a smile, but her blue eyes fairly sparkled with her mirth.

"Remote 11, Set 2!" she calls out, raising her fruit in salute to Kelko's mechanical genius. "And nice shot there, Mr. Remote. I'll have to commend Kelko later on this particular genius...and remind myself never to practice with you either."

Smiling at the other Jedi, she shook her head. "You need to relax a bit, Set. Have a good humor or two. It'll do you and your lightsaber exhibition alot of good if you can manage to crack a smile on that dour expression."

OOC: ack sorry...forgot to switch screenames. Its a little harder to remember to do that at work where I can't use two browsers.

 

[Sen Udo-Mal]

Sen will also smile at the robots response to Set "Strange behavoir for a droid..."