[OOM] Eiattu

[fighting_mad]

When the X-wing sets down in Eiattu's capital's spaceport this time, it's alone. There's no fanfare; just the lone snubfighter tearing into the atmosphere, slowing at the last moment and settling down softly on repulsorlifts and landing gear. The seal on the canopy pops and the canopy itself lifts, and the pilot takes a deep breath and starts running an efficient post-flight checklist.

It's not long after that there's a princess stepping down from the fighter, onto the ferrocrete. The changes are subtle; the snubfighter has more kill markings, more dings and scraped paint. The princess has longer hair that she's running a hand through, a walk that might just be a touch more graceful. Of course, she's wearing the traditional orange flightsuit and combat boots and carrying a duffle bag over her shoulder, so there's not too much grace.

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[eiattu_pride]

"Bad genetics?"

It's a bad joke, he knows.

[fighting_mad]

She shoots him a blank look, heading for the nondescript door several meters away. "What?"

[eiattu_pride]

He follows, "Nothing. Old joke with my dad."

Eyes the door as they get closer. "Where does that go?"

[fighting_mad]

She blinks at him. "Do you ever use the garage?" And then they're at the door, but Plourr's hands are kind of ... full, to go looking for the keycard. She nods to the door. "Can you...?"

[eiattu_pride]

"No problem."

He finds the keycard and uses it, then rolls his eyes at her.

"Only sometimes."

[fighting_mad]

The door hisses open as Rial scans the card, and Plourr steps through, putting her fingers between her teeth and pulling off her gloves. And then, well, there is the problem of not having enough hands to take them out of her mouth.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial snickers.

"Might I give you a hand?"

[fighting_mad]

He gets a look. It is a 'less talking, more doing' sort of a look.

[eiattu_pride]

So he carefully removes the gloves.

"Better?"

[fighting_mad]

"Took you long enough," she grumbles, but there is no bad humor behind it. She swings the bag up and over one shoulder, and takes a moment to look around the corridor. Wide open, shades of pale pale blue and white and gold; it looks just like every other corridor in the palace. She gets her bearings and strikes out in a general ... that way, direction.

[eiattu_pride]

"Do you know where you're going?"

Rial is using a voice that just screams to be smacked.

[fighting_mad]

The hand holding the helmet twitches-- but she doesn't swing it. "Yes, I do. Unless you think you could do a better job of navigating the palace, in which case--" She gestures. "Lead on."

[eiattu_pride]

"No, no."







"Are we there yet?"

[fighting_mad]

"No."

The restraint is killing her.

[eiattu_pride]

Rial smirks some more.







"Are we there now?"

[fighting_mad]

Yeah, Plourr clips him with the helmet.

[eiattu_pride]

"Hey!"

Rial blinks at her in wounded innocence.

"What did I do?"

[fighting_mad]

She laughs. "Stop it."

[eiattu_pride]

"Stop what?"

But a smile is threatening to break loose.

[fighting_mad]

She glances down the hall to be sure that there are no witnesses, and then she shoulder-checks him.

[eiattu_pride]

>:O!!!!!!!!!!!

"That hurt."

[fighting_mad]

"It was supposed to," she says with a wide grin.

[eiattu_pride]

He glares.

Sort of.

[fighting_mad]

She smirks and bumps him with her shoulder again, lighter this time, before starting down the staircase.

[eiattu_pride]

He follows, now openly grinning.

"You know, my mother told me I used to be normal."