The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...


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Valara grins at Sia's suggestion, she hated sitting around and not being active, it just grated on her. Her smile grew bigger at the prospect of wrestling around and training with Set, she would get to show off for him, and t would get her ready for the hunt, she had been rather inactive since leaving the Jungle world after all.

"I defintely do need more practice Master Set. If you will wait for me to change into my leathers we can get started." she says grinning at him mischeviously. "Much as I don't want to admit it, I am not good enough to spar with a real lightsaber Set, can we maybe use something less dangerous, like a stick or a training saber? I wouldn't want to ruin your beauty." strangely enough there isn't any teasing at all in the last bit.

"So, are you up for it?" she asks, her eye's shining with anticipation.
 

Kaz comes out of the bathroom with a content look on his face. "That's the biggest dadgum toilet room I ever seen. Weird thing is, they got this short little fountain next to the toilet. The water tastes kinda funny, and they didn't leave ya any cups to drink it with. Too much grease on m'hands I 'spose."

Let's all go to the gym and kick the stuffed tartar out of each other!"

"Dadgummit if y'all are gonna go rasslin', I'm just gonna stay here and see what kinda shows they got on."

"I'll take any Jedi without my 'big gun', if he...or she... will fight without their big glowing stick."

"Hey if'n ya ain't takin yer gun, leave it right here and I might could make ya some modifications."
 

Oh crap! I meant Set! Abort, abort! She was annoying, but Vor'en had little desire to beat senseless the irrepressible redhead.

"Er, uh, right. Are you sure about this?" For the first time since they've met him Vor'en sounds nervous. While speaking, though, he begins to take off the various bits of heavily regulated hardware from his person and place them on a table.

"Right! Let's go!" he adds with false decisiveness, striding out the door, without realizing he's forgotten to remove his body armor. His shout drifts back "And keep your hands off my gun!"

Calm down... it took a minute or so to get up here from the lobby, so you've got 90 seconds to figure out how to get out of this! Get on it, solider!
 

Sia-Lan ran after the solider, more really skipping than running. "Hey wait a minute! You plan on sparring me with your body armor on? Strip, big boy!" she demanded but spoiled any imperiousness with her stifled laughter right after that.

"Keep his hands off your gun?!" More laughter. "You'd have more luck keeping Kaz-Lo from a tech fair!" she responded with a good-natured thwack on his back. "And try not to sweat too much on my new robes, okay? Deel and Arani would throw a fit!"
 
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Vor'en strides on in silence, not uttering a word as he presses the button for the elevator and waits for it to come. As the doors slide open, he waits for the previous occupants to leave (and earns a strange look for the blast vest), and then enters himself. He hasn't even reached the gym yet, and already he can feel a trickle of sweat running down his back.

Sixty seconds! Let's go!
 

Sia-Lan whistles to herself as she follows him into the elevator. Wow he's moving fast...he really wants to spar! she thought cheerily and with great amusement. He must really hate me!

Whistling turns to humming as Sia's mind goes onto thinking about one of Set's holovids featuring a rather annoying teen pop princess. "Hey do you know the way to the gym?" she suddenly asked, glancing at Vor'en briefly and then shrugged. "Oh well, we'll just ask! I bet its going to be spectacular in a place like this. What do you think?"
 

"I think," said Vor'en, that this is a really bad idea. Because frankly, I don't dislike you enough to plant a foot in your stomach, or any of the other various masty techniques I've been taught. Because then I have to live with you for however long Deel keeps on paying me, having beaten you to bantha fodder. "That we should have waited for the others. They seemed like they wanted to watch, or at least exercise. You, er, wait by the elevator and I'll go find the gym, OK?"

Good job! Play for time! Estimate 60 seconds, now!
 

Sia-Lan's cerulean blue eyes grew wide and she stuck a hand out to grab his hand before he could get away. "Oh no! Not that annoying male thing where you hate asking for directions and stuff!" Dragging him into the now empty elevator, Sia glanced over the listings for the floors while keeping a firm hold on him. "Well, there's got to be one here somewhere, right? And like all hotel elevators...they'll list it on the pad...there it is!" She pressed the button for the correct floor.

"There, see? Painless."
 

Manhood down! Manhood down!

"Painless. Right."

It seems like no time at all when the door slides open, and a few followed signs later they're in the sizable and well-equipped gym. Despite some halfhearted attempts to set down his heels, Vor'en is dragged inexorably towards a sparring area visible from the entrance, consisting of some mats and padded clothing for various body structures on a rack. Vor'en gives in and begins putting on the gloves provided.

It's no good. Mission failure. Get the REMF working on spin and flowers for the families...
 

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