Mandalore: Status Report

[Nicole]

Mandalore: Status Report
It has been four weeks since the Federation stand down. The Mandalorians have come out in shocking numbers to help with the restoration effort of Mandalore and Concord Dawn. Concord Dawn is on the path to full recovery within six months, well ahead of schedule, while Mandalore due to the extent of the damage will take closer to two years before it will be the planet it once was.

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A’den was hunched over his console in the dead of the night. A holographic keyboard was displayed in a brackish orange on the metal desk before him. A console showed everything he had typed so far. To his right he caught the slow rise and fall of the coverlets. The concealed form was none other than Tarja, snoring quite loudly.

The light of the console was angled away from the bed so as not to disturb that head of curls which protruded out on the wrong side of the bed. Her toes dangling off the side of the bed, he had to chuckle in amusement.

Turning back to the seriousness of his report, he began to peck away at the holographic keyboard once again.

“Mand’alor,

The repairs of the shield generator here on Mandalore have been completed ahead of schedule due to Corporal Sekera’s efforts or boredom. We have conducted a test run and have confirmed that the shield covers the base and Keldabe and is running at 100% operational capacity.

The Volantis is sitting in orbit after having completed the sensor network. Bringing the system online took a few days as the equipment here had not been used since the Federation used the Listening Post on Concord Dawn. We have however confirmed that the sensor network is operating and that all traffic is being logged and archived. We have men capable enough of handling the data and forwarding it through the proper channels. You picked good men Mand’alor. “

Hearing a faint whimpering noise that turned into a sharp crackling noise he turned in his chair, a cursory glance given to Tarja before turning around to inspect the rest of the room. Taking a whiff of the air as he looked back at his console, he looked down at his thighs, moving them both, trying to stir the air. No it definitely hadn’t been him. Returning to his report, he pecked away yet again.

“Concordia has erected a shield generator over its mining operations as well as one over the capital. The militia has been given over all Federation installations and has been linked in with the Listening Post here on Mandalore, so should anything happen to it, Concordia will pick up.

Vorpa’ya has begun exporting its population of Nerfs to Mandalore as well as Concord Dawn. Their surplus grain has been generously donated as well. Due to their wealth and relative backwater status, they have been able to field their own fighters as well as a planetary shield. Work has begun on ion gun emplacements at the main base and they have a proposal for you to go over and sign. It will be attached to this report.

Lastly Gargon has resumed Phobium mining operations. Due to their wealth, they have completed construction of a planetary shield generator as well as several shield generators to cover critical ground emplacements. A third Listening Post with state of the art technology stolen from the Republic will be constructed next. They have also requested permission to begin erecting a mass driver as well as several defense platforms to defend against any hostile incursions. I will send along the request.”

After several seconds of typing, Tarja moved and another squeaking noise erupted, shattering the silence of the room. She groaned and fidgeted with her nose before quieting down. The stench this time was immediate. Wrinkling his nose he stifled his laughter. How great it felt to be childish and immature.

A’den’s form began to shake as he put his head in his hands, fingers clenching his nose to a shut as he silently laughed. She sure had a loose ass. Could probably fit an Super Star Destroyer in there judging by the noises it made.

Turning back to the console after the smell had faded, he finished the report.

“I will remain here and await further orders.”

Encrypting the message and its several attachments, he flagged it for priority one and routed it through the communications array where it would be shot to the orbiting satellites, of which one would reorient itself and transmit.

Shutting down the console, he sat there for a few moments as his eyes adjusted to the darkness before finally crawling into the bunk, with its odd smells and crude noises.

[Nicole]

Tarja slept comfortably, nestled up to A'den as he settled back into the bunk. She adjusted only enough to loop her arm around him before she'd dozed back off again. When she awoke however, she glimpsed to his slumbering form, she didn't move much, just enough to bring her head up and off his shoulder before she pounced over more atop him and leaned down, biting his chin.

"Arooooo.. Wake up." she smirked, pushing back up and off of him she toppled out of the bunk, casually walking over to the two wall length view ports of the Commanding Officer's quarters she stood before it, her silhouette outlined by the dim light reflecting off of Mandalore outside.

She grinned and turned back to glimpse at A'den, leaning her backside against the cool transparasteel.

"Come on, I'm tired of being cooped up in this ship, you promised we could go explore around on Mandalore."

[Praenuntius]

A’den had slept like the dead. Tarja’s incessant snoring did little to keep him awake. Nor did the toxic smells wafting up through the sheets and while some of the fumes where his own, he felt a rare sense of ease. They had boarded the Volantis once she arrived over Mandalore. They both had cabin fever and where itching for any excuse to go anywhere, to do something.

Feeling her petite frame shift beside him, he casually tried to drape his arm across her, thinking at the very least he had a few more hours until he had to get up. Then the entire bed seemed to lurch, pillows and blankets spilling forth from the pouncing form of Tarja. He still caught her with his arm, but too little and too late as she leaned down and bit his chin.

A scowl formed as two wincing eyes opened to regard his Corporal. Drowning out his rumbling growl with her high pitch wail, he couldn’t help but answer in his own gruff voice, “Arrooohoooo!!” And just like that she was off of him and padding over to the viewports.

Stretching and groaning he rolled to his side, head in hand which was propped up by his elbow, the cover fell to his waist, concealing that finely toned chest. Laughing at her comment she might see his dark eyes twinkling in the half light. “You ‘n me both duckling, I told ya today we’d be gettin out o’ ‘ere.”

He shifted his feet off of the bunk and to the cold metal floor beneath, shifting as he pulled the blankets away from his body and stood up, head still groggy. She looked positively delicious standing there, he remarked silently to himself as he looked for his clothes. “You see my shirt?”

[Nicole]

Tarja grinned broadly from ear to ear as A'den awoke and howled back at her. Her eyes glittered with deviousness. Her fingers toyed along her stomach as she stayed leaning against the view port, her eyes glimpsing along the Captain's chiseled body as he rose, standing and looking around for his shirt. She nodded upward with her head towards the shelf above the bunk where the shirt hung partially out of, thrown there in the heat of moments earlier.

She pushed off from the view port and casually walked over to him, leaning up against him she reached up to the shelf, placing her hand upon it she tilted her head forward with a playful growl and enough to steal a kiss from his lips.

[Praenuntius]

Watching Tarja from where he was stooped over their clothes he followed her gaze and shook his head wondering just how it had gotten up there in the first place. Before he could reach up for it, she had it and stole a kiss from him. Even with the growl he wasn’t the least bit subdued. Leaning forward she would get a bruising kiss and a bite on the chin.

Pulling his shirt on, he wrapped an arm about her lithe form and tugged her close. “You don’t wanna spend another day ‘ere do ya? Best get dressed.” It really was up to her, A’den hadn’t minded the relaxation as much as her. But like her, the cantina was calling him, a nice cold drink, fist fights, hell even some good old fashioned gambling would be in order. What other adventures might they get into?

[Nicole]

She grinned at A'den's viciousness, his bite and kiss before he pushed her away, finishing getting dressed. She too soon began to place her various items of tossed clothing on that had been scattered about the room. She chuckled a little before she shook her head, "Stay here? Never! Not when you told me there's a Cantina in the picture!"

Her lips curled into a grin as she gave him a little shove out of the way before she plopped down on the bunk, slipping her boots on and latching them closed.

"'sides, I haven't bee to Keldabe in years. And if yer brother will hurry up and show that mask I can gloat how I found it!"

[Praenuntius]

Watching her dress as he pulled his articles of clothing on, he couldn't help but admire the sensual curves from the different angles she gave him. Hard to believe that after all these years she could still excite him by just existing.

He whistled through his teeth, “Oh you found it did you?” This he had to chuckle at. He could remember the look on her face, a disgusted look of repulsion. The lair had been repugnant that was for sure. “As I recall Corporal, you didn’t even know what it was.” He shook his head, fully dressed, he like Zev, didn’t wear socks or shoes. That was what the battle suit was for.

Padding quietly over to the area in which their suits sat, he began pulling pieces off and assembling them in short order, he left the helmet off for the moment, holding it in his right hand. “From what I understand the old Oyu’baat is back in business.” There she would find her gambling and him his fights and a nice stout lager. Honestly if that was all they encountered, he would be surprised.

[Nicole]

"Hey!" Tarja quipped, narrowing her eyes a little, " I might not have known what it is, but I found it fair and square!" she gave him another little push, grinning as she started to pick up the pieces of her own armor, pressing them into place along her jump-suit.

Her finger ran along A'dens helmet as she looked at him with a smirk as he talked about the Oyu'baat. "Going to bring along some extra credits just incase?" she asked with a larger grin creeping up.

[Praenuntius]

A’den gave her a shove back, rough as usual, “Can’t really say ya did duckling.” He tried to keep the emotion from his face, she had found it, he knew it, but he still had to tease her. “You might’ve just left it there if I hadn’t been there to tell ya what you found. So I found it.” He nodded to his own logic.

Watching her finger running over his visor, he shook his head. He reached around her and squeezed her metallic ass. “Maybe.” Of course he had, he knew just how crabby Tarja would get if she couldn’t gamble more than a thousand credits. She was a high roller. Not that she ever won anything, but like any soldier she spent all of her credits at the Cantina one way or another. At least she wasn’t a drunk like him. “I’ll give you a little extra, so long as it buys me another night with this,” he squeezed her ass again.

[Nicole]

Tarja's eyes remained ever narrowed as she eyed him as he took credit for her discovery. She scowled a little, pressing against him as he grabbed her ass, her armor clicking against his as she came nose to nose with him, testing her dominance against his.

"You weren't even lookin' where it was, I'm the one that spotted it!" she glared a little, poking at his chest armor as-a-matter-of-factly. Though she backed off when he told her he'd give her more money and somethin' extra. She smirked some, stepping back and grabbing her helmet, tucking it beneath her arm as she cast her eyes back over at him.

"That. And the whole damn package. Captain." she grinned at him before putting her helmet on, and heading out of the door.

[Praenuntius]

Shaking his head, blonde short strands of hair swaying with each shake, a roguish grin grew over his face. “Who can distinguish one pile o’ shit from ‘nother?” A’den relented however and as she pulled away he joined her, both of them thudding towards the door. He looked around at the mess of his room. It was really too big for just him anyway. “I guess,” he moved his head side to side as if struggling with the words, “You did find it.”

Clicking his helmet in place, the suit pressurized as he strode out into the corridor. They shared the corridor with no one else, they had missed the shift change, so half the crew was on duty, the other half was either sleeping or eating or otherwise occupied it would seem. The Marev would be waiting for them in the hangar, no one else would be going with them it seemed. A’den hadn’t exactly invited anyone either. This was their furlough.

Going through the pre-flight check, he powered the engines up when the parameters allowed and looked to his co-pilot, a mischievous grin hidden behind his T-Visor. “The whole package?”