Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

Your ship, deep space, anything that is not happening inside the Citi Gateway or Ingaba...

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29 Jul 2017, 8:10am
Marra betrays a self-satisfied smile at the compliment.

"And your manners are as impeccable as ever," she replies, a playful lilt in her voice.

"But let's not get too distracted with each other's graces; I want to talk about your current contract," she leans forward, her dark eyes intense, "the Inara contract."
29 Jul 2017, 9:45am
Phisto reaches for his drink, then settles back into his chair. He crosses his legs, resting one hand on his knee while the other brings the drink to his lips. Before he takes a sip, he raises an eyebrow.

"Sure, what about it?" He takes a drink, never breaking eye contact with Marra.
29 Jul 2017, 11:14am
Marra holds Phisto's gaze, swirling her drink gently around her glass as she speaks;

"A refuge for those weary of galactic strife. Neutrality. Peace. All are welcome."

She makes no attempt to disguise her patronising tone.

"I'm sure there are many naive pilots who a drawn to these things. But it will also draw more interesting parties - pilots like yourself and the Fusiliers," she motions to Phisto with her glass, "useful pilots. And it's those that I'm interested in."

She takes a sip before stating firmly;

"I want eyes and ears in Inara. I want to know everyone of interest on the books - the mercs, the hunters, smugglers... even the whores if they know a trick or two."

She grins slyly, leaning back in her seat.
29 Jul 2017, 11:53am
Phisto tilts his head to one side, biting his lower lip ever so slightly. He uncrosses his legs, leans forward, and sets his glass on the table. Calmly folding his hands on the table, he narrows his eyes and smirks.

"What's in it for me?"
29 Jul 2017, 2:16pm
Marra turns her head to the viewport, gesturing to the vista with her glass.

"Pegasi is vast and for the most part, dangerous as the rumours would have you believe. But over one billion people across fifteen star systems enjoy relative peace under our watch. Provided the appropriate respects are paid, of course."

She sighs, her gaze distant.

"A land of promise; potential; excitement and exotic delights. They say that this place changes people. That they never come out being the same again. And I agree - those with the nous and," she looks directly at Phisto, her voice firming, "the right contacts can make their fortune here."

Leaning forward to meet his gaze just inches from his face, Marra's lips curl into grin, her voice dropping to a husky whisper;

"All those exotic delights of Pegasi could be yours for the tasting."
29 Jul 2017, 3:45pm
Phisto grins wide as Marra speaks, taking particular interest in the vista surrounding them. As she grows close to him, he breathes in, savoring her aroma.

His smile reduces into a self-assured grin. With a low, whispering voice, he responds.

"I intend to taste all there is to taste, but, before I do I have several... small considerations... to extract."

Unfolding his hands, they barely brush against Marra's kimono. Setting them on the table, he drums his fingers silently.
29 Jul 2017, 4:03pm
Marra tilts her head to one side, her gaze and smile unwavering, but her eyes narrowing imperceptly.

"And those would be?" she prompts.
29 Jul 2017, 4:13pm
Pushing his tongue behind his teeth, Phisto tilts his head in alignment with Marra's. His eyes twinkle darkly.

"You know what the Fusiliers are about. You get me... us... work."

He pauses a beat, suddenly very aware of his heart pounding mightily in his chest.

"Second, anyone I send you from Inara is family to me. Clan. I expect them to be treated as an extension of myself."

Bringing his head back level, he steals a glance at Marra's lips. "I hope you find that... mutually beneficial."
29 Jul 2017, 4:42pm
Marra shifts her body slightly, angling her bare left arm towards Phisto. From her shoulder to her wrist is adorned in a swirling sleeve of coloured ink; jagged patterns, fearsome sigils, mythical animals, each one a blood-tie to a Pegasi clan.

"I know how family works. You won't find any stronger bonds than those here. And I fully intend on finding things for you to do. They say that the devil finds work for idle hands, no?"

Grinning, she takes Phisto's hand in her own, guiding his fingers up her arm along the myriad of tattoos.
29 Jul 2017, 5:00pm
Watching Marra lead his hand up her arm, he admires the expert inkwork. As his fingers gracefully glide to each individual piece, his smile turns comfortable and happy. He looks back into her eyes.

"I guess we have a deal."

His eyebrow perks up playfully, his lips moving in towards hers.

"Shake on it?"
29 Jul 2017, 7:00pm
"Closing a deal in Pegasi tends to be a bit more involved than that," breathes Marra, before drawing him into her with a forceful kiss.
30 Jul 2017, 11:59pm


Datura's Python, Persephone clears the mailslot after returning from Suya from the campaign to drive the remaining Federation faction out of the system - his first proper campaign at his new position of Capozona.

The ship touches down with a light clank before retracting into the hangar. He strides down the entrance ramp of the Python, donning a light, black leather jacket and a navy blue button down shirt underneath. His eyes are darkened from a lack of sleep.

Lucky I am here with good news, crosses his mind as as he steps onto a shuttle to take him from the hangar bay into the main area of Clair Dock.


Last edit: 31 Jul 2017, 5:27am
31 Jul 2017, 3:37pm
Coming out of sleep just enough to notice the feel of unfamiliar sheets and pillows, Phisto's eyes shoot open.  He darts upright, looking around in a brief panic.  Collecting himself, he slouches back onto his elbows.  Looking around again, he discovers he is alone.

He throws the covers from his body, swings his legs over the side of the bed, and sits up straight.  Rubbing his face in his hands, he notices the coolness of the room against his bare skin and shivers slightly.  Looking around for something to wear, he spots his outfit from the night before - only now it's laundered, pressed, and hanging elegantly from a hook.

Phisto arches an eyebrow and smiles.  "Pegasi, nothing if not hospitable. "

*****

Now showered and dressed, Phisto heads for the exit.  Pausing at the door, he turns back to look at the room, then the bed, one final time.  His cheeks flush with warmth as he drops his gaze, chuckling softly.  

Satisfied, he walks away, heading toward the docks and No Data Available.
31 Jul 2017, 11:27pm
Datura reaches the commerce section of Clair Dock. The station had changed drastically since his visit with Bentito Santiago to turn in the bounty against Reck, looking much more tidy and maintained than it had been a few years ago.

To help combat his lack of sleep, he locates a small coffee vendor and orders the strongest coffee on the menu. He slowly walks over to a table and takes a seat. Briefly, he eyes up a well presented man walking by with a highly satisfied look on his face before bringing out his data slate.

He sends off a message:

Ms. Morgan,

I hope I am not interrupting anything, but I'd like to come and see you. I have both an update on the Suya campaign and a request.

-SD


Last edit: 31 Jul 2017, 11:36pm
31 Jul 2017, 11:49pm
Having decided to explore Clair Dock before departing, Phisto takes in the sights of the commerce district. Passing by a coffee vendor, he slows to a stop. Tilting his head at the posted menu, he nods to himself and walks over.

"Large coffee, please. Double shot of espresso, if you would."

The barista nods and prepares the drink. Phisto takes a look around, lazily saluting a seated man in a black jacket and blue shirt.

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