fighting_mad: (bald - gone rogue)
Plourr Estillo ([personal profile] fighting_mad) wrote2017-01-14 05:21 pm

[Sandbox]: Medth, Ado Sector

It helps, Plourr has discovered, to think of trade negotiations as a series of dogfights. Just like going head-to-head with a particularly stubborn eyeball, you juke and feint so the enemy can't figure out your true path until it's too late.

There are more formal receptions involved, though, in trade negotiations.

When the wine is as fine and the company as decent as it's been at the negotiations on Medth, Plourr can't even complain. These things tend to be stuffy and painfully polite, but Medth has been different. Two of the most influential councilors on the planet's ruling council were elected to their positions following decorated military careers in the Republic Armed Forces. Those two old battleaxes were sensible, blunt voices at the negotiating table during the day and, by night, are hungry for first-hand news from Rogue Squadron. They weren't the only guests who wanted to hear stories of Endor and Brentaal. Plourr, with a glass of Rydonnian spicewine in hand, is happy to oblige.

By the time the party breaks up for the evening, Plourr is feeling more cheerful than she has since arriving on Medth straight from a deployment with the Rogues. In record time, she exchanges her ceremonial clothes for something far less attention-grabbing, ditches her Medth honor guard, and goes in search of Rial.

She's whistling.
eiattu_pride: (not sure about this)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-15 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Plourr is whistling. Rial, on the other hand, is not.

It's not that the negotiations have been unpleasant; the planet is beautiful, the people are welcoming, and the elected councilors have been, for the most part, surprisingly less slimy than Rial is used to. No one makes pointed comments about Plourr's upbringing off-Eiattu or her status as part heir-apparent, part Republic pilot, but rather they all seem to find it fascinating. Rial's been contenting himself with safe-if-boring conversations about recent holodramas and various scenic places to visit while Plourr has been the center of a knot of fascinated faces, hanging on to her every word as her hands dance through the motions of a dogfight.

He's not jealous, of course. That would be ridiculous. It's good to see Plourr's face light up as she flies an hor d'oeuvre into her glass of spicewine. It's good to hear the laughter in her voice. It's good that she has this passion, this joy, these happy memories of friends and flying.

They will have time to make memories for themselves on Eiattu, Rial reminds himself. And happy memories of happy times start with happy trade negotiations so that fuel shortages don't get any shorter. That's probably why as soon as the party was coming to an end and his slipping away wouldn't be questioned, he headed back to his assigned quarters, changed into his most comfortable pair of sleeping pants, and settled down with a datapad, stylus, and giant stack of reports.

It's just possible he's mumbling to himself around the stylus in his mouth. "Gross domestic product of...hrmm...could offer incentives on the export tax..."

eiattu_pride: (interplanetary politics are boring)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-15 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just a moment," Rial calls, although it comes out a lot more like "Juss a'momom" around the stylus he's gnawing on with determination. Mind caught up in the quote-unquote exciting vagaries of interplanetary tax protocol, he's not particularly thinking about who might be coming to call.

Which is probably why he answers the door with datapad in hand, stylus in mouth, and wearing nothing more than his pyjama bottoms.
eiattu_pride: (uh what now)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-15 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Rial is probably lucky that the stylus is just a little too big to inhale. As it is, the thing gets spat over his shoulder to follow the datapad, hastily tossed in order to free up arms for a) hiking the waistband up as high as it will go and b) demurely wrapping around his chest.

"Plourr," he (most certainly does not) squeaks, backing up hastily from the door. "What are you -- what are we -- we're going out?"

The color in Plourr's cheeks is almost certainly 100% alcohol, but the color in Rial's is the flame of embarrassment. He has a brief internal debate about being rude, then ignores it completely to dart into his sleeping quarters and slam a hand down on the door control.

Fumbling frantically for some slightly more appropriate clothing, "Where are we going? What's going on?"
eiattu_pride: (laughter makes the planet go round)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-15 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"As opposed to the fake city?" There's a smile audible through Rial's words and the door as his heart slows to a more manageable beat. When he slips back out through the door to his main quarters a few moments later, he's about as dressed down as he can get given what he packed -- dark trousers, a green tunic with cream piping, a leather jacket.

He takes the other and slightly less ugly armchair in order to pull on his boots, grinning up at his princess. "May I take it you enjoyed the spicewine?"
eiattu_pride: (laughter makes the planet go round)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-15 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Plourr gets a raised eyebrow. "And a vibroblade, but I can't say I was counting on needing either."

Things are more stable then before but that doesn't mean Rial hasn't gotten in the habit of carrying a holdout on him. Of course, that's with political assassins rather than potential barfights in mind...

"Are you inviting me out as a date...or a bodyguard?"
eiattu_pride: (together we'll wreak havoc on the throne)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-15 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"...I am aflame with anticipation." But it's worth noting that not only does Rial buckle on his holster, he also slips his vibroblade into the side of his boot.

Preparations complete, he proffers an arm. He can't exactly say this was how he thought the evening would go, but. "Lead the way, my princess."
eiattu_pride: (you are amusing)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-16 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
It is entirely possible that Plourr is not the only one who was enjoying the local beverages.

Also, he's bored.

"Anonymous offworlders. Do we need aliases?" He lengthens his stride to draw level with her. "I could be...Gran Starkiller." Oh yeah. "Master of sabacc and the skies."
eiattu_pride: (quietly smiling)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-16 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"More like a childhood fantasy," Rial admits. "I was going to be a high-living smuggler with a gambling habit and enough disposable income for a really flashy ship that somehow managed to go unnoticed by every law enforcement droid out there. A meter-eight tall, big muscles, custom blasters," a woman at every port, he very carefully doesn't say.

Also it might be worth noting that he's well over a meter nine at this point.

"But count seems an acceptable second." Rial has dropped back half a step as they continue outside, staying at her left shoulder.
Edited 2017-01-16 03:04 (UTC)
eiattu_pride: (little bit older little bit wiser)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-16 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Dryly, "You've played me. I'm fairly certain you can draw your own conclusions."

The air is nearly the same temperature inside as out, warm and lightly humid without being sticky. It's a rather pleasant change from Eiattu's rainy season, and Rial turns his face to the sky for a moment, drinking in the stars.
eiattu_pride: (you are amusing)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-18 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Rial somewhat fussily tugs his sleeve right back. "I was under the impression I was on Medth for a trade summit, not a sleazy barhop." The tone is more teasing than anything else, and the smile hasn't left his face. "This is about as good as it gets."

Perhaps he is just a very well-dressed street tough?
eiattu_pride: (Default)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-22 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Really, he should have known. Travel with Rial: be prepared for a fany dinner or unexpected art gallery exploration. Travel with Plourr: sleazy barhop or fisticuffs in the jungle.

(he rolls his eyes, a little, but there's no denying the wry pleasure on his face.)

As the streets become more active Rial picks up a sideways glance or two, but he keeps his walk confident. "Did you have a place in mind?"
eiattu_pride: (emperor fancypants)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-24 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Rial is starting to be slightly more thankful for the feeling of his blaster safely holstered against his hip. He also can't help but notice that the recommendation included notes on the beer and ambiance, but nothing about safety.

His fingers twitch, but he manages to suppress the urge to check his vibroblade as well. Although -- he has to admit, there's something almost contagious about the boisterous crowds. It's been far too long since he's gotten a chance to cut loose.

"Sounds appealing." He's not actually being as sarcastic as he sounds. "I shall attempt to fit in." Now he's just plain old joking around with her, the stilted dictation of Eiattu high society he's really only just started to lose coming out thick.
eiattu_pride: (together we'll wreak havoc on the throne)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-25 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Aren't I lucky I have a prin-- a lady friend to defend me from unsavory sorts, then." Not entirely necessary -- while Rial certainly can't compare to Plourr's level of combat experience, he can certainly hold his own in a fight.

Which, of course, doesn't mean he wants to get in one. The two of them have been attracting the occasional curious look already. The sooner they get to the bar, the better.

(this has nothing to do with Rial wanting to soothe residual nerves with cheap beer, nosirree)
eiattu_pride: (count zen)

[personal profile] eiattu_pride 2017-01-26 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Rial is the most subtle of all. Really.

He is so subtle that probably Plourr will never even notice who punches her shoulder as he scoots up to draw alongside her.