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Post by aardvarklord on May 4, 2015 20:30:04 GMT -5
It was amusing for Erin to pick out everyone who actually knew who she was and who didn't. The Maverick pilots and the members of Orion's crew seemed stunned to see her, a 'spook' as they called her, in a bathing suit. Her favorite was Pers--the guy looked like he had just seen a hutt pull out a lightsaber. As for the others though, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary... then again she'd never done that before so who knew. It did seem a little surreal, but she enjoyed it. Part of her wanted to see how many votes she got--not enough to win she was certain, but it would be flattering if she was on the podium... so to speak. Some of the girls seemed better looking than herself, at least in her own mind.
She found herself just one person separated from Bel as they were lined up, and as the woman came over, she commented with a smirk, "You looked good... for a Talusian." With that, then, she waited for the announcements to be given as everyone won. Erin, for her part, just waited patiently, withstanding the hooting with good humor, occasionally saying a joke to someone who passed by. To her own surprise she was pretty relaxed, making sure to keep an alluring pose up to better her chances, but otherwise just enjoying the jubilant atmosphere. When last call was made for tickets, she said to Bel with a genuine smile, "Good luck." As she looked out on the people waiting for the decision, she saw Pers again and gave him a wave and a friendly smile. She knew that he had probably voted for Bel; even if she was from the twins she was both his wingman and, if Erin was right, his girlfriend. He'd be dead if he didn't.
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Post by ThreeDawg on May 31, 2015 15:02:11 GMT -5
Bel found herself being edged towards the front of the contestants by their bustling. The contest was over, but the last call was still being made. She looked out over the crowd, hoping by the Force that Pers hadn't been watching the contest tonight. He'd be with his astromech, surely. Enjoying a quiet drink by the bar, like he always did. She'd not live it down if he watched her. Even thinking about it flushed her cheeks. A wave of a hand drew her attetion, she gave a great smile in the direction and drew a pose - her hand against her hip as she swung it out. Best play to the crowd, after all. She heard Erin next to her, letting out a short and confident laugh "I don't need luck."
But it was Pers. Her face dropped, flushing red. She kept her pose, trying to keep her composure by putting a smile back on her face. She raised her hand up to give him a wave back, but Erin beat her to the wave. For an awakward moment she regarded the Spook, was Pers waving at her instead? Her alluring pose seemed more than friendly in this context, her lips broke into a smirk at the sight. Pers must've bagged himself this Coreward Corellian Beauty in his spare time. She turned back to him with a renewed confidence now that she was sure his eyes weren't on her and, alongisde her grin, gave him a cheeky wink. That sly Akk. Although it meant he'd vote for Erin, so that was one less vote for Bel. She couldn't bare losing to a Corellian in this contest, that insult would reach back through space to the Twins and cause a war that would pale the Galactic Civil War with its ferocity.
Now was the waiting game, the judges pulled back from the vote to deliberate and count. Bel glanced at the other contestents, more than a few looked antsy. Bel wasn't the only one who wanted to win, more than a few bets probably lay on the line with this competition. More than a few drinks, too.
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Post by GuardsGhost on May 31, 2015 21:41:10 GMT -5
Perseval blinked a bit at Bel, grinning when he saw that wink. He allowed himself a fleeting moment of enjoying the show before glancing away.
The judges stood up, looking over the votes. Then, the one in the center spoke up. "There's an interesting twist for you tonight gentlemen and ladies! Our winner iiiiiss..." He fell silent, letting the suspense dawn on them all. Then, he yelled it out into the speaker. "A TIE BETWEEN MISS ERIN AND THE LOVELY BEL!"
Perseval's jaw dropped as the crowd burst into a mix of cheering and disappointed boo's, and heated arguments immediately sounded over bets that had been made. For a few moments, the ladies in the center were all but forgotten as the people went about trying to figure out who the krif was getting whose money. Perseval, for his part, took the chance to approach and give Bel a shrug, and both of them grins. "Congratulations on the tie you two. I voted for Bel, guess I tied it out then?" He chuckled a bit, glancing around. "I'm not surprised, you two won easily enough. I bet the judges weren't even surprised by the results."
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Post by aardvarklord on May 31, 2015 22:18:27 GMT -5
Oh, there was no doubt in Erin's mind anymore, Bel and Perseval were doing some extracurricular exercises in the back. That wink just said everything. Well, she wasn't about to say anything--she'd be a hypocrite if she did.
And then the time came for the winner to be announced. Admittedly, she felt a little nervous, while she didn't expect it some small part hoped that she wound up being the winner, and with Bella constantly making her cocky proclamations she almost hoped for her to be put in her place. Instead, she too found herself stunned when it was announced as a tie between them! Once the initial shock wore off she burst into laughter, a wide grin on her cheeks as she watched the crowd disintegrate into infighting. The betting meant nothing to her--she was just happy to get that kind of compliment. It made her blush a fair bit actually; she just felt giddy knowing that she still was considered pretty. As Pers came to join them, she couldn't help the slightly girlish chuckle that escaped her thanks to his charming compliment, "Thank ya, though honestly I just joined on a whim." With that she turned to Bel and gave her a grin, "But if I can still hold up to this one..." with that she gave her a playful pat on the ass, "Then I've got no complaints."
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Post by ThreeDawg on Jun 8, 2015 17:03:28 GMT -5
And the winner... Winner? A tie isn't a win for anyone, a tie is a loss for both sides. You can't tie in combat, that means you're either both dead or you both cede to the other combatant. Bell couldn't help but frown reflexively at the announcement, and to Erin no less! It was Pers. It's his fault. One vote lay between the two of them and that Nerf Herder had a thing for her! Oh he'd regret it more than a Trandoshan visiting Kashyyyk. In fact, that saying was about to be replaced galaxy-wide by the amount of pain Pers would endure! When Pers came over, brimming with happiness, her frown dissipated at his words. He'd actually voted for her? Over Erin? So they weren't a thing? Maybe he was just afraid of her own wrath more than Erin's. Maybe.
Bel turned her head to Erin as she begun talking, turning back at the 'just a whim' comment. Beaten out by an amateur, she thought - rolling her eyes back to Pers as she did. The hand on her rear came as a surprise, she practically jumped out of her skin - raising onto her toes as if she'd been struck by a Rancor. She flushed red at a mix of the compliment and the embaressment of the pat. "W-well, I guess," she stammered out, before composing herself with a cough, "I guess the best won. Go Sector, right?" She smiled sheepishly, putting a hand on Erin's shoulder. With her free hand she presented Erin - like a slave trader in front of a hungry Hutt. "Heres to hoping I hold up as well as you did when I get old myself." Her face broke into a grin at the complinsult, and her hand left Erin with a pat.
Turning back to Pers, she caught his eye with a raise of her eyebrow, "You voted for me? I was about ready to feed you to a Krakana, hear theres one been spotted just offshore. Wanted to check out the rumours." She grinned devilishly at the joke, although it quickly faded into a gentle smile, "Thank you, though. It's a nice compliment." Her eyes seemed quite sincere, and she took a step towards him. Strangely, she faltered in her next move - stopping short of doing something. For but a second she seemed to be deep in thought. Before looking up to Pers and... Punching him in the upper arm. It was gentle, a jest really, "Come on you two, I think we should celebrate the last party we'll ever have on Dac and get absolutely Womp Legged on all the free booze."
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Post by GuardsGhost on Jun 8, 2015 17:48:44 GMT -5
Perseval hadn't noticed the exchange that went on between the two women, having turned around briefly to watch the festivities that were beginning to break out again. He didn't see Bel's hesitating step because of that, and shot her a grin when he felt the punch on his arm. "Hey! Cheap shot, but I agree. I'm feeling in the mood for a party for once, now that we're finally kriffing done here." He slugged her back, and then stepped away, slipping off into the crowd.
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In the Captain's cabin of the Alderaanian Wraith, the two veterans of what had been a lifetime of war clinked their glasses together, not partaking in the widespread festivities outside the ship. Their celebration was more sober. A remembrance of all that had been lost, and all that would continue to be lost in the coming days. Vesil took down his shot, feeling the familiar burn in his throat and upper chest as it settled in. "Die's cast now...poor kids. Don't know what they're getting into. Didn't realize just how young they all are until tonight, Orion."
The older naval Captain nodded, leaning back in his chair. The two men were sequestered away in his cabin, a rather spartan room. The only decorations were memento's from Alderaan, and a flickering holo of his family that he never turned off. Even now, his finger traced around the circular projector, without him even trying to. "They're young..buncha kids. Idiotic kids. But they'll learn Vesil. Or they'll die. Either way, you've done what you could for them."
Vesil grunted in acknowledgement. "That's the way it always is, isn't it? They're going to learn, or they'll die for it. That's the beauty of war, isn't it?"
Orion just gave his compatriot a dry smile.
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And so ended Maverick's time on Dac. The next morning, the pilots of Maverick Squadron loaded their X-Wings into the Wraith, accompanied by their Intelligence liaison Erin. The story of the Mavericks had officially begun, for it was in the greater expanse of the galaxy that the pilots would find either fame and recognition, or death.
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OOC: WEEEE DIIIIID IIIIIT
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