“Baby, I'm bored,”
A pair of masculine, muscular arms snaked around her waist as a stubby chin came to rest on her shoulder. Frowning at this vulgar display of what Vasili called friendly attachment, her fingers curled around the Flashfire pistol she preferred to carry whenever in the vicinity of Vasili. It was a handy little pistol usually aimed against enemy-droids, but it would cause electrical shock and burn is used on a living being. Living such as Vasili. She pressed it in the insides of his left thigh and pulled the trigger, smirking. 

The large man fell to his knees groaning as he clutched to the inside of his legs.
“Keep this up Vasili, and you might not have children,” muttered another male voice from across the room. Jaden stood in the doorway, his arms folded as his leaned to the wall, ignoring the door which kept trying slide close, bumping at his shoulder.

“No, you've got it wrong,” muttered Vasili moaning, as his eyes watered.
“Just get to a doctor,”
“Or nurse, I need a nurse,”
“Idiot,”

Vasili shot her a dirty glance as he managed to get on his feet, his whole posture still bent. He shuffled out of the room past Jaden who now stepped aside for his shattered ego. Vasili's ears were beet-red, his shades askew on the bridge of his nose.

“Good riddance,” the young female muttered rolling her eyes. A pleasant chuckle escaped from Jaden. In the past, Aeos have had her doubts about the man who commanded them. She speculated about his given orders doubting it's success ratio. Lately however, her doubts became less and less, and loyalty towards him grew unwavering.

“I need to go take care of some business, we are not a capable squadron at the moment due to flight shortages so I applied for joint-leave, think you will cope here on your own?” he asked.

“Well...of you don't mind, think I'll put myself on space trip, I've only bin to Tadath, Coruscant and here on Abrae, though I wouldn't mind if any of the crew wants to tag along. Could do with some company,” said Aeos as she tucked a lone strand of her hair out of her face.

“You have transport?” asked Jaden as he arched an eyebrow gazing at her.
“Of course, nothing fancy though,”
“Good, I'll leave you then up to your own business, you'll find details about your leave on your datapad. Where to report, when to report, etc era, etc era,”  muttered Jaden as his hand raked through his short hair throwing the neatly combed strands completely of course.

“Sounds good, I'll keep in touch with the main system for you and others who might want to join in later,” replied Aeos as she started to make her way to the door. Jaden gave curt nod and both went their separate ways.

Aeos strolled down the corridor, on her way to her quarters while she left a voice message on each of the Doashim Crew's communicators.

She entered her room, finding it through her absent-minded thoughts and took a seat on the snuggle sofa she managed to squeeze through the small door a few months prior.
She thought about The Smug. A yacht she received as present back in her Army days. Not very fast, but quite comfortable.
Better contact the crew to get to Abrae, she thought to herself as she pulled her duffel bag out.
She already had more or less an idea of where she wanted to stop by, and she knew the crew would love it.

OOC:

Oki, anyone interested in posting, then do so. If not, screw you Actually, this is just till Art and Jaden gets back, or till the ESC starts up again.

“Hope they are not grubs. You know how boring grubs are,”
Aeos punched Kith lightly against his arm, grinning. The latter only grinned at the female, his cap askew at a jaunty angle on his dark red  hued hair.

Aeos' azure eyes flashed over her crew.  A male Twilek who went by the name of Havar. His violet skin were covered in an array of Imperial and rebel insignia which in turn were covered up by a simply modified leather jerkin he wore. He was the leader of the crew, which he kept under control by his gracefulness and calmness.

Right next to him was Zen, a female twilek, scarlet and much sought of in the galaxy for her numerous exploits among slave traders. She would fool the traders into buying her, and once inside their system she would start breaking it. Dozens of slaves has been freed this.

Then there was Kith, brilliant green eyes, with a heart of gold. He was a small lithe man with a knack for mechanics that could repair a Star Destroyed if ever presented a chance. Next to him was Rhyn, a  woman even shorter then Kith with equally brilliant green eyes, and bubblegum blue hair with her assets and proportions all set in the right places in the eyes of a male humanoid.

Last and not least, there was Grayo, a wookiee who insisted on paying a life debt towards her. Tall even for a wookiee, he was massive and colossal, with his heart as big as his fists. He had a dark brow fur, which almost looked like a shade of a dark grey or black which he kept neatly combed and groomed, much to the annoyance of the crew.

While Kith understood shyriwook fluently, Aeos was still in the process of learning, and often had to sought to alternative equipment like a little portable sound dictionary for wookiees.

“So where we off to Ace?” asked Kith, as treasure sparked in  his eyes, knowing his boss won't fail to disappoint him.
“Outer Rims, Socorro, there is some deals I want to check out,”  she muttered as she fell back into the pilot's chair of Smug. Why she wanted to go to Socorro, however had nothing to do with it's black market. She clutched the dog-tag in her hands tightly.
“Sounds cool-”
“Good day my fine people, and lady,”
Vasili winked at Aeos as he dropped his duffel bag to the floor in the door. Aeos sighed.
“Vasili, touch me, and Grayo will touch you,” she muttered lazily as her eyes flashed a dark anger at the confident chauvinist in front of her.
“Aww, I'm sure Grayo wouldn't mind a hug,” he replied cockily. Obviously he failed to notice the crew  in his vicinity staring at him with arched eyebrows. A soft inhumane grunt however made him notice.
Grayo was glaring at him as he patted his heavy blaster rifle  slung across his muscular back.
“Vasili, Grayo,”
“Ah....I see....evil....good one Aeos,” was all Vasili could mutter.

As time drew by, Doashim members failed to shop, leaving only Vasili and Aeos together, much to Vasili pleasure, and Aeos' disappointment. Vasili would be granted his own cabin due to the lack of Doashim members, while Aeos just went to her usual cabin where she kept a few of her personal belongings. As she repacked her small closet, her thoughts drifted back to that first battle, where both she and Vasili were stranded. The smell of burned flesh would still haunt her as a desperate soldier asked her to pass on his death.

She thought back about Vasili. His bewildered gray eyes as they crashed and burned through impossible situations. Aeos struggled to understand his love for shades, but as she thought back about it now, she somehow wondered whether the shades were a simple mask he chose to hid in. Not allowing the world to see his fear as his radiated an air of confidence.  As she allowed the closet's doors to close, she thought about her ship with a grin. Her ship.

It stretched over fifty meters, with rooms for more or less fifteen people, with a food stock that lasted months. Of course, having a crew of Zen's league meant the yacht has obviously underwent some sort of transformation.
She better get back to the rest of the crew and Vasili. He would knocking on her door any minute now, if he could to irritate her. And sithspit! It was almost a week's traveling to Sorocco!

Jaden took a heavy drag off of the cigarette.  The smoke was now easily filling the room, but he didn't care.  His pilots were out having a bit of fun for once, and he was in his office...doing the same thing as always.  Paperwork.

The Doashim and Jaden had begun to get along.  He had checked out the mess hall a number of times, but no insane cook like Fonze from the Atrus.  Not as many good looking woman around the Doashim either, well, not any that Jaden had seen.  He hadn't ventured up bridge wise, and planned to keep it that way for some time.

Jaden was completely tired of being a commander.  It really didn't bother him that much with the whole responsibility part, but being a regular pilot was something that he missed a lot.  Not having anything to worry about, just hanging around, mission after mission, waiting until his day of no return came.  He missed living life on the edge, being a "kid" again.  It was this thought that brought a smile to his face when he thought about Vasili and Aeos going out and having some fun with some of the crew members on the Doashim.

I'm just going to loosen up a bit, take some time off for myself, and head back to Corellia for a while.  It seems like the best thing to do right now...seeing as how after this paperwork I have no obligations for about two weeks.  It would be nice to go back and see how everyone is doing.

Everyone? What are you talking about?

Jaden snapped back into reality.  There was no one to even go back to Correlia and see.  Jaden quickly wiped it from his mind and powered down his computer terminal.  His cigarettes found their way to his pocket and he found himself walking out of the door.

*Couple of Hours Later*

The light from the hanger always made Jaden's eyes squint.  It was the brightest place on the ship he thought.  But, it was a beautiful site once his eyes adjusted.  The fighters lined the hanger, along with gunboats.  The tech boys had been doing quite a good job keeping them in running condition.  They looked shinier than he had ever seen them.  Some of the gunboats needed their electronic systems replaced, but that seemed to be the only thing wrong with the Sentinel Squadron outfit.  Six Interceptors and Six Gunboats was a lot to work with, and it could get a lot done.

Jaden stepped up to his fighter.  He ran his hand across it, showing it the affection it deserved.  The fighter had kept him alive throughout his carreer in the Vast Empire Navy, and he was glad that this was the one that he flew.  It was handed down to him straight from his uncle after Jaden left his home planet.  His uncle Hal had been in the Galactic Civil War, and the fighter was modified to the point of way past illegal, but no one seemed to have ever complained about it not getting the job done, the right way or wrong.

Jaden left the fighter and headed back to his office.  He had already prepared a duffle bag of things.  He was going to head back down to Misoo and check out one of the local Cantina's.  He had heard about a great one called "Jespers Catch".  It had been a while since he had gone out for a drink and had some time on himself, and tonight would be the time to do it.

After gathering his things, he headed to the armory and grabbed the rest of his weaponry, just in case.  The 14 gauge shotgun sat nicely on his back in its holster, along with both of his DE-10 pistols in their respective places on his hips.  He was going prepared for anything.  The natives on the planet were still sore, but the planet had been taken control of.

Just as Jaden was heading out of his office he saw his coputer terminal screen lite up with a message.  He let out a sigh of laziness and then hopped over to see what it was.

Aparently there had been a break out on the planet near the downtown district of their town.  It was a message that all personel arriving at the planet should be aware of the present dangers that they could run in to.

Jaden was just fine.  He wouldn't run into anything too terrible.

:P

Eerie and silent, the crew of The Smug gazed at random places on the walls around the room. Vasili, the smirk he had been wearing all night vanishing now vanished, was staring down into his lap. The places that were met with the stares had no real relativity to everyones thoughts, and everyone was thinking the same thing.

What the hell?

As far as any of them knew, what Aeos had just done with Vasili was completely uncharacteristic of her. Nobody knew quite what to think of the situation. It just happened so quickly. Vasili, for one, was caught off guard. While the crew peeked towards one another to reassure they weren't the only ones feeling a little awkward, Vasili sat in a minor stupor having a chat with his most trusted friend.

Hey, buddy, you ok? Snap out of it! his glasses, the only solace he had from the world, supported him.Vasili!

But I... I can't...

What do you mean you can't? This is what we wanted, right?!

But... what does it mean? That wasn't supposed to happen...

The girl just threw herself at you! Come on, even you see that!

No... she's not doing it for that... is she?

You're making this a lot harder than it should be, V you should ju-

She's not like that. She punched me earlier!

What? You think she's messin' with you?

Not only is she, but she's doing so successfully.

No... you think?...

We were just outmatched.

The crew switched their gaze to Vasili. His mouth was moving very slightly has he played out the conversation in his head. Slowly, he brought himself back and lifted his head.

“Er... Vasili?” the twi'lek Havar was the first to break the silence. “You're lookin' kinda... pale...”

Vasili drew in a stuttered breath. “Yeah?” Everyone nodded, still shocked.

“Well... I'm freakin' scared...” He cracked out a smile, showing everyone that it was no big deal. Catching on the hint, everyone resumed the festivous moods from before.

As the night moved on the need for alcohol kicked in. Laughter was common with the wild behavior 'round the room, but not the satisfying laughter that comes with some cheap whiskey. Vasili decided the time was right to go find that brand new crate he had shipped on and crack it open. Telling the players at the table he'll be back soon, he jogged out of the room and down the quiet halls of the ship to the cargo area. He slowed, slipping off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose in distress. He could still feel Aeos' warm breath in the side of his face, the calmness of her voice in his head. He had needed to get away, he wasn't able to show such weakness in front of the crew. The feeling didn't last so long because it was what he desired – more so, it was a cruel reminder that she was winning. He knew this, but he had no clue of how to turn the tables back to his favor.

He stopped. This isn't the right place. It was the crew quarters. His feet had kept moving as he thought, leading him right to Aeos' door. He stared at the door, trying to gain a glimpse of understanding on what he should do. The temptation to knock and talk to her was almost overwhelming, but he stopped himself as he realized that was just his loneliness talking. Besides, he promised to bring back some alcohol for his new friends.

Not quite ready to deplete the supply so quickly, Vasili carried back a single bottle. The light filtered through its dark contents, providing a nice reflection of Vasili's face. And how he admired himself in it. The amount of memories seeing his face brought back to him made him feel happy... which was a special, once in a while feeling for him. Memories of Herm and Cole, the only family he ever had. Memories of all the shit he's done and been in. Memories of girls... oh the memories of girls. The one thing he hadn't had his hands on since he officially joined the Empire was a companion for a night. Life had certainly changed: he was hardly ever lonely before becoming a pilot. Maybe that's why he was drinking so much.

Vasili looked up when something came into view. Huh? Once again, he found himself standing in front of Aeos' door. He raised his hands outwards in an expression of disbelief. He turned and paused, wondering why he was there again, but shrugged it off and walked away. “You're a tricky bastard, you know that?” he told the bottle of whiskey. He knew it was himself going crazy, but if there was someone he could blame... he would.

The game continued when Vasili returned. Sabaac died soon... the drinking game was the game everyone had in mind. Surprisingly, Vasili didn't join in. He was in too much of a funk to act like that. He couldn't accept the fact that he was being beaten by this woman. She was infuriating. Even if she did mean to woo him, she must've known how he'd react.

Damn that woman! Vasili growled to himself as he stood up and pushed his chair in.

“Where ya goin' Vasili?” a tipsy crewman asked him.

He quickly searched for an answer. Remembering his glasses were still of his face (a sure sign that he was going crazy), he pointed to his naked eyes. “My glasses are missin'. I gotta go find 'em.”

“Well hurry back!” the female crew member called as Vasili left.

With no intentions of complying with that last request, V found himself inside his own room. He tossed his shades onto his bed and took a seat next to 'em.

What do you think? he asked his mentor.

I think you're man enough to take control of this situation.

I am a whole lot of man...

And you're the best damned looking man in this Empire! And the smartest!

Aw, shucks... No need to flatter me. I'm definitely not the smartest.

You're smart enough to get the girl time and time again. Go do your thing.

And so Vasili did. He slapped himself a couple times on the face, grabbed a bottle of whiskey he had brought on for himself, and for the third time that night wandered to Aeos' door; this time knocking.

“Hey Aeos, love... you're missin' the party.”

Needless to say, looking down the barrel of a gun wasn't the most favorable past-time. The events of the night were special... Vasili didn't quite know what the hell was going on now. Aeos seemed to be changing her mind real suddenly every time he saw her recently and she did so in extreme ways. The game was getting a little out of hand, it seemed. Though it wasn't unusual, Vasili was used to being on the receiving end of punishment from this little firecracker. A gun in the face, however... Something was wrong. If she felt the same way he did about the embrace, then this shouldn't be happening.

Instinctively, he threw up his hands, raising the bottle in front of the gun.

“Woah, woah... Peace offering?” he shook the bottle's contents a bit and turned his face away from the gun.

“Just move, dammit!” she smacked the bottle down, Vasili's panicked clutch keeping it off the ground.

Now he was forced to make a choice. With his glasses removed, he had nobody to consult with and the decision was hard. Aeos seemed upset; granted she really wasn't amused in the first place. V didn't think he had done that much to deserve this, but then again she might still remember the peeping incident. The fact that she might actually shoot him this time both helped and hindered his thought process. He enjoyed Aeos, but he enjoyed himself more.

Giving a meek smile, he stepped aside. “Your quarters, madame.” Aeos wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet, and when Vasili bowed and presented her room to her to complete his little show, she pistol whipped him between the shoulder blades. He fell to the floor with a small grunt, only to see Aeos' boots behind a closing door.

The floor was the only place this was bound to end up. He knew it ever since the wild idea of taking over the ship was put in his head. He knew he would end up on the cold ground no matter what happened, such was the way of things with him and her. But still, the thrill of the game turned him on, and he couldn't ignore his desire to amuse himself. And so the game appeared to be over as he laid on the floor, back aching and his bottle of whiskey rolling away from him when he needed it most. He didn't mind it, he was used to pain, in fact Vasili almost enjoyed it. It was a different type of interaction with a woman, but it was interaction none the less.

He was ready to move on from the situation and let things die down between him and her. He needed to retrieve his alcohol, and it had been too long since he had a cigarette. Slowly, the broken man stretched his back muscles and moved forward slightly, completely unashamed to crawl. There was a lot of thinking to do, and none of it could be wasted on how he was acting. However, on this ship, moods seemed to change instantaneously. Before he had dragged himself two feet, he heard and felt a healthy crunch. Something was under him. He lifted his body in pushup like fashion only to drop himself back down in defeat as he saw what the crumbled object was. For at least two weeks, Vasili would be forced to show the world his eyes. Tattered, shattered, and mangled under his weight, carelessness brought an end to his best friend.

Too much in shock to pick up the remains, Vasili picked up his bottle, got to his feet, and carried himself back to his room to have a nice drunken cry.