Concord Dawn: Execution Day

[Nicole]

Ranah's smirk lingered as she slowly nodded her head to his question. "Yes Mand'alor." she teased again, her eyes upon his as he took a grip at her waist and leaned forward against her, her fingers moved up, one to his chest, the other upon his side as she listened to his little comment and his grin.

She said nothing for the moment, even as he pulled her forward against him, brandishing her with a small kiss of his lips next to hers on her chin. Her eyes closed for a moment followed by a small growl as she listened to his little suggestion.

It was then that she used her pin-pointed hold on Zev to twist him and give a push, toppling him down onto his armored back onto the table next to her, using her pivot on her hip to roll her right over and against him as she looked down to him and smirked.

"Your Resol can handle you any day, Mand'alor."

[Praenuntius]

Zev wouldn’t have it any other way, his laughter said as much. He couldn’t contain it, no more than he could contain the rush of adrenaline that flowed through him. Wounding the tension between them to a peak his laughter died away, heart throbbing in his ears. There was a self satisfied smirk spreading across his marred, rugged features.

“Can she?” He mocked, his body writhing beneath her short lived pin as it surged forward, sending her back along her hip, until her back was upon the table and he was over her, the smirk gone, a challenging growl issued. “Because as I see it, the Mand’alor is going to take what is his.” Ranah was his, make no mistake of that.

He pulled back, wrapping his fingers along the ridge of her chest plate and pulling her back up, “Get out of your suit.” He knew he was toying with fire, poking and prodding in just the right places; he wanted her fierce and determined.

Taking another step back he would wait until she obeyed his order, a few guesses of his own as to which she would do. That was always the best part, Ranah couldn’t be ordered to do anything without a struggle and she always thought of creative ways to do so.

[Praenuntius]

Ranah:

Ranah sat conveniently back in her armor upon Zev's lap, her helmet upon the table she kept her arm looped around his shoulders, hand tucked behind his neck as she spoke with him regarding things to come. Her head tilted as she rest her forehead against his jaw, her breathing deepening a little as she drew in his scent. A lingered pause before she exhaled it back out and she looked to his stormy orbs.

"I've been meaning to tell you. " she began, lightly toying her finger along his jaw.

"When your brother and that woman.. Tar-something.. got back, they gave me a report on how they came about the location of that Mask." she nodded her head to the side towards the table and the mask that lay upon it.

"Noted a few interesting things about a system near here, Bandomeer." she elaborated.

"When things get settled here I'd like to form a party to go investigate the phenomena mentioned."

Zev:

Zev’s muscular arm wound its way around her armored waist, keeping her precisely where she was. He knew all to well what that look meant, the pause in breath before she exhaled. Finding himself holding her scent in as well he leaned back. “Tarja Sekera,” he added thoughtfully. A’den was still in orbit over Mandalore he recalled. Zev made it a point to remember all those who served with him. Tarja had been one of the rawest recruits in the beginning, now to look at her, one would be hard pressed to find anything raw about her.

Following her gaze to the Mask he quickly made the connection and nodded, intrigued. Having not been told about any phenomena by his brother, Zev turned his smoky eyes over to that golden gaze. “What phenomena?”

“I’d like to see this report myself. Tell me what you’re up to woman.” He wanted to know what had piqued her instance in this cold, desolate world as A’den had put it.

“How many men are we talking about?”

Ranah:

Ranah grinned a bit as she leaned forward, taking a small bite onto Zev's jaw, lips drawing back with a small toothy chop towards him and a smirk to follow. "The report said that initial scans were inaccurate due to some planetary phenomena that interfered with sensors. " Ranah replied, keeping her eyes on those stone cold eyes.

"I want to know what it was. Besides, the Vong used it as a base of operations when they attacked us, being the closest world I think we should obtain it so that if anyone else wished to set up a base, it would have to be even further away from our sector."

Ranah's head tilted for a moment as she considered how many would be needed, she gave a small shrug. "A couple shuttles at various places along the surface. You and I, maybe your brother and the Sekera woman."

Zev:

Snarling at her little affectionate bite, he snapped his teeth in her direction. Eyes narrowing as his visage contorted into an intimidating gnarr. When the smirk formed he shook his head. The woman would be the end of him yet – pah – a darksider to boot. How was he supposed to think when she kept reminding him that he was a man?

“A valid suggestion.” He turned back to the ruddy gold mask on the table beside his helmet. Pondering the idea as she continued to fill his head with the makeup of the team, more like a dozen shuttles, but the lingering question was: what did they really know of the surface of this planet? Who still inhabited it? Was it inhabited? Questions A’den would have to answer for.

“Your request is granted, though before we send shuttles in, I will want a complete scan of the system as well as the planet’s surface. From there we will plot out just where the ships are to land. I would recommend sending in a small recon force before the shuttles arrive to scout any possible hostiles.”

He vaguely remembered Bandomeer as a mining planet in passing. Just what the Vong had done after their attack had been repelled had never been investigated. “I recall that it was once a mining world. What it mined or what it looks like now I couldn’t say. I will debrief Captain A’den further. I trust your judgment in sending them. I however think we need to stay here in case this lost Alliance delegation decides to grace us with their presence.”

Zev had gotten disturbing reports of a meeting between the Federation and this new Galactic Alliance. Rumors for the most part, but he intended to look this Vincent in the eye and ask him directly if they had dealings with the Federation. The consequences would be dire.