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Post by Solaris on Mar 13, 2013 8:43:09 GMT -5
Katarina Forge walked into an upscale cafe just outside the stormtrooper base on Coruscant. She was in civvies; a high-collared blouse unbuttoned at the throat under a short-sleeved tunic, her cargo pants tucked into her calf-high leather-and-armorweave combat boots. The only weapons she carried were her badges of office, her Imperial Knight lightsaber and her officer's sidearm; weapons were not, after all, allowed in the area except by Imperial authority. She wore her lightsaber openly, as Imperial Knights were almost common on Imperial Center, and had her pistol strapped to her left thigh. Kat wore little make-up beyond some mascara and lip gloss, and had pulled her short honey-brown hair back into a pair of club ponytails behind her ears. She knew she looked like some green kid fresh out of the Academy, not a veteran Knight with almost thirty years in, but . . . ah, hell. Kat didn't feel like an old lady, so why act like it?
Especially considering how much it irritated that dark voice in the back of her head when she dressed femininely. They had a mutually antagonistic relationship.
Kat ordered a caffa with extra sugar and sat down near the cafe's position of dominance, keeping an eye on the entrances and half people-watching, half scanning for a threat while she sipped at the sweet caffeinated beverage. She was waiting on one Lieutenant Dazyn, the stormtrooper officer being assigned to the platoon attached to her command. She'd read his bio - he seemed like he could be quite problematic to handle if he took it in his mind to be ornery. She smiled to herself as she read the notes some of his instructors had left. They should get along just fine.
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Post by Stacker on Mar 19, 2013 22:05:58 GMT -5
A public cafe wasn't much of a place Dazyn would have expected to be meeting the closest thing he would have to a commander or platoon leader in the IK attachment. But he figured it was as good a-place as any. He was likely going to be the most noticeable fool in the place, having few civies for the time being and stuck miss-matching clothes with his uniform shirt under a civilian jacket that hardly matched either the gray shirt or deep green 'tac-pants', or 'cargo-slacks'. His ensemble wasn't going to impress anyone, but tonight he would also be making an effort to get clothes that weren't so militaristic...or at least weren't part of his daily uniform.
The Imperial Army's junior Officer walked into the cafe, blaster pistol and a dagger attached to his hip. As he walked in he made quick but inconspicuous sweeps of the room with his eyes to ensure his personal safety, although the Imperial Knight meeting him here may already have had that in mind. Across the room he noticed someone who seemed more out-of-place than others. Perhaps that was only because she looked like a young green soldier but nobody seemed interested in her. It was only a cafe and not a cantina, but there were young men about who were obviously the stereotype for the stormtrooper who spent too long inside his can.
He decided to walk towards her, his eyes occasionally glancing around to catch anyone else reacting to it. He didn't and so decided his course was proper. At this point he likely looked very green to the Imperial Knight he was supposed to meet thanks to his semi-paranoid behavior. It was simply how he was in a new place, though. He came up to the person at the table with a small grin, both displaying personability and a level of discipline. "Katarina, I presume? Lieutenant Dazyn." He would offer a hand in greeting before he would sit.post
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Post by Solaris on Mar 21, 2013 11:54:41 GMT -5
Katarina smiled at Dazyn as she rose to shake his hand, her grip firm and handshake manlike despite her soft and dainty hands. She was too well-bred to comment on his clothing, but made the mental note that she'd have to train him so he wouldn't be embarrassing to be seen with in public. Boys. What were they teaching in the Academy these days? Unless she missed her guess, he was wearing parts of the uniform with that . . . ensemble, too. She had the errant thought that it might be a bit unprofessional to take him shopping, but it sure was tempting.
"'Ello, Meroln," she said with a hint of a drawling accent. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Yes, I'm Dame Katarina Forge, in-His-Majesty's-Service. My friends call me Kat, but never Kitty." With the formal introductions out of the way, she invited him to sit as she settled back down in the chair. By formal precedence both as his superior and as a female, she should sit down before him - it would have been rude of her to have him sit first. "It's a pleasure to meet you. So! To business, then? Tell me of your time in the Academy. Did you have Colonel Odorot?" The man she referred to was a grizzled old veteran in his late forties, notorious for his garrulous nature and astoundingly profane vocabulary. "'E is still an instructor there, no?"
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Post by Stacker on Mar 22, 2013 13:02:19 GMT -5
Katarina's accent was a little different, nearly catching him off guard at first. He hadn't experienced her accent as much as many others, but then again he did have his own somewhat unique accent too. Thankfully, however, there was only a hint of her accent slipping through otherwise he might have had trouble understanding her for a moment.
He also took note of the manner in which she spoke and interracted with him. She certainly set herself to formal dictates in her actions, though her speach was more informal. It was welcomed, as he was sure this kind of interaction would be rather rare most of the time. He would allow himself to be less formal for this moment, but at the hint of annoyance he would snap back to speaking more proper with her.
"The Academy was interesting, to say the least. I won't claim that it was hard, but I am also not going to brag," he stated simply. He didn't feel the need at such an early point. [/color=teal]"As for Colonel Odorot, yes. He still teaches there and I did have him. He's not exactly fond of me seeing as I told him the father of a rival family back on Ahakista made him appear about as intimidating as a Gizka. Didn't help I told him he was just as annoying about a month in."[/color]
He knew it wasn't the best way to get a good first impression but it would also show he had both a sense of humor (however harsh it may be) and wasn't easily intimidated. "I will admit, however, that I didn't bother saying or doing anything stupid on Range Days; although if you know him you already knew that considering I'm here."
Dazyn thought for a moment about the old veteran. He was more intimidating than he'd ever let on but the man had Dazyn's respect - if only because Odorot wasn't willing to pull any punches when it came to making sure his cadets were ready for service.
"I'm guessing the Knights exemplify his standard, seeing as you knew him?" A slight grin crept onto Dazyn's face. He only reasoned getting away with wearing partial uniform because he literally had almost nothing else available to him, but he liked the challenge of performing to high standards - and Odorot's were apparently very well known.
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Post by Solaris on Mar 22, 2013 19:53:45 GMT -5
Kat smiled. "I'm surprised 'e didn't warn you about me. 'E must not 'ave liked you much." She took a sip of her drink, holding the mug in both hands as she watched him over the rim. Her mind was only half there, half casting back over the years to all of the officers she'd served alongside in the war and the peace. "Many more years ago than I care to recount, 'e stood in your shoes. Normally the Louies have been warned all about me. It's very irritating, you know?
"You might find it more accurate to say 'e exemplifies the Knights' standard, rather than the other way around," Katarina said as she put the mug down. "Just to get some rumors out of the way, I'm neither undead nor do I bathe in the blood of virgins. I'm not an Anzati or Morellian - the closest to alien I get is an Epicanthix grandfather." She shrugged, watching the mug intently as she stirred in another packet of sweetener. Kat did not remotely enjoy discussing this part, but it was important to get out of the way before someone bent his ear with the juicier rumors. "I don't know why, but I haven't aged a day in . . . oh, damn. Nearly twenty years, I think. It's not just cosmetic - I can still run, ruck, and fight like a girl half my age."
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