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[integreti]

         STATUS REPORT  :: @rcvan

There was a bemused smile at Alenko’s list of questions. When he’d been led over to a secluded corner in the crew quarters, he wasn’t expecting this.

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to ask the interview questions on the ship?” he chirped, while thinking about the questions posed to him. Honestly, he was relieved the Lieutenant was the one who started this. Revan, despite making a literal living out of asking perfect strangers invasive questions, had drawn a strange sort of reluctance when it came to his fellow L2.

“Gagarin station… I don’t really recall anything tangible about the place. Just… a feeling of dread and… hunger?” He shook his head. “That’s all, I’m sorry.” He turned curious eyes to Alenko. “We were bunk mates?” He turned over that thought in his head. “Were we close?” Revan hesitated a beat then added, “I feel like I don’t want to upset you. Which is weird because I don’t really care about that sort of thing usually, prerequisite for my job and all… I suppose that’s something too.”

despite  the  sudden  clench  in  his  chest,  kaidan  immediately  offered  revan  a  thin,  almost  rueful  smile.   ❝it's  okay.   that's  actually  normal.   as  we  continue,  you  might  feel  more  of  those  impressions,  but  like  i  said,  don’t  force  it.   this ...❞   he  hesitated.   ❝this  won’t  be  easy.   jump  zero  was  a  mess.   we — us,  and  all  the  other  kids,  we  were  all —❞   the  lieutenant  broke  off,  the  abrupt  tightening  of  his  jaw  an  obvious  indication  of  control,  before  the  man  drew  in  a  deep  breath,  silent  for  the  moment  he  stared  down  at  the  glowing  datapad.            we  were  all  messed  up  kids.

damn.      he’d  prepared  all  morning  for  this,  ran  half  a  dozen  phantom  conversations  in  his  head,  each  hunted  for  something  that  felt  close  to  appeasement  yet,  found  nothing  but  the  scrabbling  hope  that  revan  would  simply  remember.      remember  him.

❝sorry,❞  came  the  hoarse  apology,  before  kaidan  cleared  his  throat  and  straightened  in  his  seat.   ❝yeah,  we  were  bunk-mates.   when  they  assigned  us  our  rooms,  you’d  called  top  bunk.  said  you’d  enjoy  the  daily  climb.❞   gazing  into  the  eyes  of  the  man  he’d  once  called  brother,  one  corner  of  kaidan’s  mouth  tugged  up  as  memory  surfaced  at  FTL  speed.   ❝y’know,  i  had  no  complaints.   at  least,  not  after  i — heh — saw  all  the  spiderwebs  hanging  above.❞   although  dimmed  significantly  by  the  circumstances,  kaidan’s  grin  still  featured  that  same  boyish  charm  from  when  they  were  teens.

[onasii]

rcvan replied to your post: “at least revan had standards.”

“Sure did! No one can beat my standards! Like programming a killer droid to call everyone ‘meatbag’ just to piss of my apprentice!”

“I never said they were high standards, but they existed. At least that’s what I gather from what memories have wormed their way back into my head. Nerf herder.”

[n7soldiered]

"I put up a poll on the extranet, 68% of the voters agree that you are cute."

         ALTHOUGH THE CONCEPT OF A ONE-ON-ONE INTERVIEW ,  the exact kind of interview he’d suggested weeks before this whole mess had blown out of proportion, had seemed like a rewarding way to spend one free evening aboard the normandy, this was not at all what he had in mind.

shepard could hear the blood pounding in his ears when revan issued his closing statements, sounding casual and easygoing despite the rather… risqué nature of it all, and only sheer willpower held back the few choice expletives in shepard’s mouth as the drone’s spotlight, quite literally, fell on him.            no.  shepard bit his tongue and allowed no such satisfaction.  he would not fail the alliance and ruin what could be an otherwise amicable discussion.  ❝oh, i hadn’t known about it,❞  he admitted, then sent a sheepish nod toward the whirring drone.  ❝thank you all for the votes.❞

long before agreeing to the live-stream interview, shepard had known there would be no pardons.  no excuses or scapegoat prepared so he could save himself from possible humiliation, or worse;  what if revan caught a lie?  not that commander john shepard had any real reasons to lie, but what about an inconsistency, blurted amid his desperation to seem normal when he was everything but?  and when ‘the hell had he become so self-conscious when he ordinarily couldn’t give a damn about what others thought of him?

@rcvan

blue eyes flicked to the camera drone hovering beside revan’s head, and to the commander’s slight astonishment, the man had donned a shit-eating grin if shepard had ever seen one.  …wait, surely, this was revan mocking him, right?  this ‘interview’ was just another ploy to embarrass himself again, or had all of these questions and comments really come from his many viewers…?  feeling the skin on his face warm, shepard cleared his throat and went over the datapad in his hands once more, aware revan and his audience couldn’t wait forever.  they were scrutinizing him, and presumably, picking apart his every expression, each nervous tic, if any.

at least, for the most part, he’d cleaned up for this.  followed his own neglected advice and shaved off the uneven scruff that made him appear more deranged and wild than roguish and charming.  he wore nothing too extravagant, nothing that screamed for the viewer’s attention…not that his wardrobe had ever reached for ‘loud’ and ‘ostentatious’.  dark jeans and a gray tee beneath his beloved leather jacket, one he habitually favored for when he called for just a dash of luck on his side…

❝ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING,❞  shepard read the question succinctly, then thought to himself for a moment, taking the time to remember any memorable past instances, before he shook his head.  ❝no.  nothing that i know of, anyway.  most human allergies don’t last past childhood.  we get allergen shots,❞  the commander elaborated for the chance an alien audience might be watching as well.  more than likely was, considering, his growing fame.  ❝human children undergo immunotherapy early on, shots containing just enough allergens to stimulate our immune systems—but not enough to cause a full-blown allergic reaction.  i was an orphan, so, i didn’t get treatment when i was a kid.❞  shepard shrugged.  made sense the public would want to know what weaknesses the first human spectre might have.  ❝i have no known medicinal allergies, and, if i am allergic to any foods, i don’t know what they are.  haven’t come across it.❞

❝BOXERS OR BRIEFS.❞  one end of shepard’s brow made a gradual but pointed ascent up to his hairline… and he peered up from the datapad, waiting for the punchline that never came.  wait, what?  what ‘the hell kind of question was this?  what did his choice in underwear have to do with the security of the human population or his elevation to spectre status?  hell, scratch that, what ‘the hell did this have to do with anything?  did he really have to…  eyes averted, john eventually coughed out his answer,  ❝boxer-briefs.❞

❝WHAT DO YOU DO FOR STRESS RELIEF,❞  shepard read, then blinked at the glowing haptic screen.  that — that was a good question.  what did he do for stress relief?  since the day he had enlisted, life had promptly flipped on its head, and became an unrelenting cycle of running drills at the crack of dawn and classroom instruction that made little sense to his eighteen-year-old self, the punk kid who had never received a formal education, never once had a shot for a better life… john had worked himself half-to-death, then, crammed for exams, at the same time, endured mental and physical challenges the alliance required from all soldiers-in-training.  eleven years later, and not much had changed;  john shepard could not—would not rest.

when there was always so much to get done,‘stress relief’ just wasn’t something he could make time for…  though, there had been a time when he considered adopting a pet, due to some inordinate desire to experience companionship or another, and was absolutely not because of the known benefits in owning a pet, benefits such as stress relief, because john didn’t need that;  he had willpower, and in fact, still did.  even now, he continued to dismiss the notion before it could form into something irresistible.  besides, with his frenetic schedule, the pet would only experience serious neglect.  maybe one day, when he had his own ship and enough power to arrange certain alterations to an alliance vessel, he supposed he might invest in some fish…

❝you’d be surprised,❞  shepard said with a small smile, unsure where he was going with this.  ❝i’m an alliance marine, N7.  we’re trained to handle our stress in more ways than one… and it all starts with a good night’s sleep.❞

❝DO YOU HAVE ANY… KINKS.❞   the commander ran a hand over his buzzed head almost nervously, thoroughly unamused.  well, wasn’t this just the oddest thing anyone had asked him all year.  or the entirety of his life.  just what was this journalist thinking, including what was, by all fronts, a completely inappropriate question?  and even if he were to answer this—jokingly, of course, what would that say about the alliance and their stance on protecting the citizens of earth?  that’s right, nothing!  the reason behind revan’s post aboard the normandy was to improve relations between the alliance and the human collective, not to make it seem as if the alliance was up for poking fun and to have a few laughs whenever!

❝i… um, don’t think that’s… maybe we should take five, revan.❞  shepard made a slicing motion near his neck, signaling revan’s drone to cut the feed, or at least, halt the stream so he could get some facts straight with this tabloid journalist, because this certainly wasn’t what the alliance had in mind, either!  ❝bad publicity spreads faster than most plagues, and i don’t think brass would appreciate me answering inappropriate questions while representing them.  it won’t serve to better their reputation.❞  or mine, shepard supplied in private.  it was far too easy to imagine the consequences of his actions, the utter mutiny in alliance parliament’s eyes.

the commander set down the datapad and sighed.  ❝moving forward, and that’s if we ever do this again, i want to check your list of questions before we go live.❞

[hopetwin]

If you could pick only one person in your life, who would it be and why?

extremely personal questions ;; accepting ;; @rcvan

     it is not a question that she has ever given any true thought to. some part of her wanted to say her brothers, but when pushed to make only a single choice, she wonders if she can narrow anything down that far. her parents come to mind, her uncle, aunt, everyone. for a moment, jagged is in her mind. 

     “ if i could bring back the dead and allow them to have their own life - i would want anakin. he had so much life left and it’s not fair that he didn’t get to live it. “ she pauses once more. “ if it must be someone living - jagged. it’s selfish, i know it is. but, i want to be happy with him. at least for a little while. “

[luxettenebra]

🔪

"Hey! What was that for, shabuir, it’s just me!” She huffed in annoyance, utterly unfazed by the knife now embedded in her side. “Did I do something to piss you off at me or what?”

[requitxl]

*Incoming Transmission...*       *Incoming Transmission...*                       *Incoming Transmission...*  

      Boba stared momentarily at the small glowing screen, before touching a button. A miniature hologram appeared on the command console. It showed a rather slimy looking and familiar man, or Twi'lek as it were. Bib Fortuna, as the creature was called, flashed a sharp smile at Boba before speaking, his voice harsh and snide.

      "Boba Fett. You have not been to Tatooine in quite some time. Jabba has been worried about you."

      "I've been working, Fortuna. Jabba's been slow on the jobs, and I need credits. What do you want? I assumed Jabba has a job for me now?"

      "Yes," he said, extending the word, "Lord, Jabba has recently recieved word from a...business partner. It seems he has been having some trouble with thieves lately and he requires some assistance."

      "How much is he paying?"

      "That's something you'll have to discuss with him."

      "Fine. Just send me the coordinates."

      "Good. I will inform Lord Jab-"

      Before he could finish he was cut off by a loud grumble from somewhere nearby. He turned to listen before the hologram widened to reveal Jabba the Hutt sitting on his massive chair. The hologram did nothing to hide the disgusting filth that coated his slimy skin. Jabba's massive mouth opened, nearly splitting his head in half, and spoke.

      "Do not fail me in this, Boba. When he loses credits, I lose credits. And that is not something I will allow."

      "Lord Jabba said-"

      "I heard him. As you say Lord Jabba." With that, the transmission cut out. A few moments later, a series of coordinates and name appeared on his console.

      "This had better be worth it." he said aloud to the bound and gagged Klatooinian that was seated behind him, "Cause you weren't nearly worth the hassle." With that he quickly made his way to turn in his meager bounty and head to Jabba's associate.

      Saleucami was a dim and arid world, located in the Suolriep sector. Boba had to work to avoid the metors that seem to constantly bombard the various planets in the system. He made his way to one of the two moons that surrounded the planet. After some seraching he spotted a large crater hidden on its dark side. He plunged into the darkness below, turning on his ship's lights. He had only been there for a short time before his transmitter buzzed to life. Another hologram appeared, this time of a toydarian. His snout shook robustly as he spoke.

      "State your business, bounty hunter." Boba was nonplussed by the recognition. There were probably a load of bounties hidden away on this barren rock.

      "I'm here to see Ceci Lomlaa."

      "There is no one here by that name. Go away or I'll be forced to shoot down your ship." The snobbish man did nothing to hide to smugness in his tone.

      "I was sent by Jabba the Hutt." Boba said, acidly. The toydarian hesitated a moment, his eyes narrowing.

      "One moment."

      "Make it quick." The tone of command in his voice seemed to startle the toydarian before the hologram disappeared. It reappeared a short time later.

      "Alright. You're cleared for entry. Keep moving forward." The hologram disappeared as Boba urged his ship forward through the tunnel. A light broke the dim blackness as a massive air lock door opened, allowing his ship to gain entry. The doors closed behind him and as soon as he landed, the room pressurized. A small Twi'lek woman, dressed in scant garb, entered the room as he exited his ship. Her eyes were glazed over and empty. Her voice, while quiet and small, was monotonous.

      "I am to show you to Master Lomlaa." She bowed deeply, then bid Boba follow, which he did. They traversed a series of metallic and barren hallways. Various people and droids wandered about, carting loads of boxes. Most were closed, but every once in a while Boba would see an open box filled with strange carvings or statues from alien worlds. Rugged guards could be seen every so often as well. Finally, the girl stopped at a door near the end of a hallway.

      "One moment please." She entered inside the small room before returning. "Master Lomlaa will see you now." With that, she wandered away, never even really seeming to notice Boba's presence.

      A rodian man was seated behind a metal desk in a large office space, but he stood when Boba entered the room. The door shut behind him as he got further inside.

      "Ahh, Boba Fett. A pleasure to meet you. I am Ceci Lomlaa. I believe you will be able to settle a small problem I've been having?"

      "If Jabba wanted me to handle this, I doubt that its small. Who do you need me to go after?"

      "Well, I suppose you're right. Well, I'm sure you've seen the...artifacts we deal with here. We retieve things that not everyone can usually get their hands on. Things that are...hard to reach. I'm sure you are a busy man, so I will get straight to the point. There is a trianii male by the name of Ghia Fial. He has been attacking ships carrying my cargo and taking these priceless objects for his own personal gains. I would like you to go to his base on Loke and capture him."

      "You seem to have plenty of manpower here. Why don't you simply storm his fortress?"

      "Well you see, If I bring too large a force, I am afraid of what he might start doing to the artifacts. So I would like you to try and take him down as quickly as you can. I will pay you quite handsomely for it."

      "Lok is a sulfurous wasteland. You'd better be paying a hefty price."

      "How does forty-thousand credits sound." Boba paused momentarily, glad that he was wearing his mask for fear that his sudden surprise might show.

      "That sounds like it'll be plenty." Boba got up and started to head out.

      "Oh and Mr. Fett. Do be careful. I'm not the only one Fial has been stealing from. There might be others who want the same prize as you."

      "Noted."

[ltdophmitaka]

"Oh, Lieutenant~" Revan slinks up behind the officer, "I'm bored."

Mitaka’s whole body jumps a little in surprise and then he sighs and goes back to typing, huffing slightly. He’s annoyed, but, damn it, he can’t just leave Revan bored. Force knows what would happen if he did that.

“Well, I’m busy. What exactly do you expect me to do?”

[masterofthelivingforce]

☆

WHAT SAY YOU?

☆ - I admire you from afar, but I’m a bit intimidated by you.

One of the greatest Lord of the Sith is intimidated by an overgrown puppy? Don’t be! ^____^ I’m ad adorable as they come.

[grizzthareaper]

[integreti]

"It's the Commander's birthday today, isn't it? Did you get him a gift?"

copper  eyes  widening  almost  comically,  kaidan  flew  forward  and  pressed  the  palm  of  his  hand  over  revan’s  mouth.   with  how  frequent  the  malfunctions  came,  nobody  could  deny  that  the  console  in  front  of  shepard’s  quarters  had  become  his  work-space,  and  his  work-space  happened  to  be  right  next  to  shepard’s. 

❝walk  with  me,❞  he  whispered,  yet  kaidan  found  himself  dragging  the  giggly  reporter  down  the  hall  anyway.   they  didn’t  need  to  go  far,  just  needed  to  go  somewhere  that  wasn’t  the  entrance  of  their  XO’s  quarters.

and  kaidan  wondered,  not  for  the  first  time,  if  the  commander  had  anything  to  do  with  that  faulty  console…  because  shepard  did  appear  more  at  ease  when  revan  was  within  his  line  of  sight  —  and  when  revan  wasn’t  sleeping  or  working,  he  stayed  glued  to  kaidan’s  side…

it  all  made  sense  in  some  really  weird  way.

they  stopped  partway  up  the  stairwell,  kaidan’s  expression  shifting  into  a  strange  blend  of  determination  and  embarrassment.   ❝uh,  so,  what - what  do  you  think  about  cookies?❞

@rcvan

[onasii]

@rcvan | x

“Should leave you in here. Would if I thought you’d learn anything.” Carth sighed. It was his bad luck that he’d gotten the call instead of Bastila - not that he wasn’t planning on telling her about this. “You’re lucky I like you.”

[n7soldiered]

"Commander Shepard!" Revan greeted him cheerfully, "Happy birthday! Are you going to indulge in some birthday traditions today?"

      SHEPARD ALMOST CUPPED BOTH HANDS  over his ears reflexively;  how in the world did alenko manage to grow so close to someone so loud?  also, how ‘the hell did revan even know the date of his birth?

❝…birthday traditions?❞  shepard echoed, before the word indulge followed up in the privacy of his mind.  oh, that’s right.  ❝no,❞ came the flat response.  the commander turned back to his console.  ❝thank you, but even if i knewwhat birthday traditions there are, i wouldn’t have the time for them.❞

besides, wasn’t williams and alenko occupying the galley for similar reasons?

@rcvan

[hopetwin]

rcvan replied to your post: aurumpulvis replied to your post: ...

*eyebrow raise* *intrigued look*

uncle revan no

[luxettenebra]

rcvan replied to your post: Seriously, I love all my rp partners!!!! If you go...

*squints*

Nothing bug genuine love and happiness to see you back, I assure you! ^u^