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Post by Colonel Henry Dean on Dec 30, 2007 21:24:09 GMT -5
" they are very flexiable shannon I'm sure they are quietcomfortable and its called dancing on earth dancing is an expression of emotion passion sexuality and sensuality either to ensite passion or display rage soemtimes to initiate mating in this example think of it more as a tease a nice slow long tease" Smirking to himself as the Prion woman dances" and its something about thier base pheremones most men find irresistable.
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Post by tsher on Dec 30, 2007 21:26:08 GMT -5
Managing to locate a proper sized stein, he has it filled with water. Turning, he sees the arrival of the Orion slave girls, and is mildly curious. But, first he wants to pay his respects to the one being bonded.
Making his way carefully through the growing crowd, he makes sure his wings are folded tightly to his body to where Henry sits.
"Good evening, sir. Cadet Commanding Officer T'sher." He bobs his head, his crest rising to it's fullest extent. " I have heard of your joyful occasion. I came to wish you the best in all of your flights. May the winds of winter never bear you and your lady to the grounds."
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Post by MCapt. Charlie Greathouse on Dec 30, 2007 22:22:30 GMT -5
Charlie looks at him "I think she is very beautiful and see nothing bitter about her" He replies
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Post by shannonkellynx on Dec 31, 2007 18:10:30 GMT -5
He looks at the gyrating and bending green women, wondering what anyone would ever find appealing about them.
"They are a little too scrawny for my tastes. And, if I am not mistaken, is it not that large stiff eared fellow over there who alpha's them? Why would a female ever choose to demean herself in such a way?"
He absently reaches out to snag a drink, but none are near at hand, except Henry's empty bottles. Rolling one up, he opens his mouth to take a swallow, but nothing pours in. He coughs a little from the air he just swallowed, and looks at it disparagingly.
"And, where is there a place to get something to drink? If this is to be a party, then we need music, and M'letha. That woudl bring the place alive."
He drums a little on the counter, a rolling, rollicking rythm, counter to what the girls are dancing to.
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Post by Colonel Henry Dean on Dec 31, 2007 18:13:03 GMT -5
Managing to locate a proper sized stein, he has it filled with water. Turning, he sees the arrival of the Orion slave girls, and is mildly curious. But, first he wants to pay his respects to the one being bonded. Making his way carefully through the growing crowd, he makes sure his wings are folded tightly to his body to where Henry sits. "Good evening, sir. Cadet Commanding Officer T'sher." He bobs his head, his crest rising to it's fullest extent. " I have heard of your joyful occasion. I came to wish you the best in all of your flights. May the winds of winter never bear you and your lady to the grounds." Extends a hand to shake "Always a pleasure meeting another commanding officer even one in cadet training Red squaad from the looks of the badge and pinnings in my time red squad was the same as any. these days I understand you guys are top flight. Mostly Navy applicants though I understand some of your boys are selected for marine assignments good bunch from what I hear. Thank you for your words of encouragement I have a feeling aftr a few more shots of bourbon i'll have about all the liquid courage I neeed for the next several hours" Returns to watching the girl infront of him dance twist and bop in time to the music in her head. |
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Post by Colonel Henry Dean on Dec 31, 2007 18:16:59 GMT -5
Turning to Shannon "here here music dancing celebration my thoughts exactly " Turns to the small panel that is the ships tie in in the lounge to the central computer and hunts down a selection of tribal music from africa and the carebean building a quick play list of rolling frolicking music that should last close to a week if letft to run of its own devices kicking the crate lids off the Romulan ale and opening another cask of wornagh "that should hold us for a few hours .
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Post by drayce on Dec 31, 2007 18:20:53 GMT -5
"Excuse me. I have not seen her personally, all I know of her, is what I've heard here and there. Though, keep your ears to the ground, and you might find out something interesting now and again."
He turns to the other one who was seeing someone out of Red Squad, "I doubt that any of those girls would ever wash out. If they are selected the same way I was when I came through the academy, then they can't fail. Though, they are a little on the snotty side. Now, if you could find someone out of Alpah Squad? She'd be well worth chasing."
He nods companionably to everyone, and moves off, his mind beginning to amble over images of Deb, instead of the Orion girls, and he wonders if he could manage to coax her into meeting him somewhere for dinner. She hadn't been around in a while.
Sighing, he shakes his head, and decides to find other conversations, rather than something revolving around the girl a guy was seeing, or the Orions. In that regard, he wandered through the different conversation circles, absently snagging a drink from a passing waiter, or from a convenient stack of bottles along the way.
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Post by tsher on Dec 31, 2007 18:26:59 GMT -5
Accepting the hand in his taloned one, he nods. "You are quite welcome. Is it not traditional when a pair is mated to wish them best wishes?
"And, I quite agree. It is nice to meet other commanding officers. It allows me to evaluate all of them, and find traits I would wish to apply or remove from myself. This is a most interesting encounter."
He pauses to listen as Henry makes the comment about Red Squad.
"Indeed, sir. We have been selected because we are the best of the best. Our scores are the highest in our chosen fields, and above average in all other categories. And, we come from both the Naval and Marien divisions. So, we are well versed in both aspects of the military protocols."
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Post by Colonel Henry Dean on Dec 31, 2007 18:37:01 GMT -5
"a sound understanding of marine and navy protocols tested under pressure often refined those skills and hones those trates T,sher don,t forget its not what you learn in the class room but how you apply it in the field tht matters most. Everything else is just trivial and falls by the way side. A little diffrent knowing what to do and actually doing the right thing when the choice is presed upon you " Grabing a bottle of bourbon from a passing waiter " and as for those traits to add and refine" belching loudly enough for the Orion girl to jump over the music. " I wouldn,t use me as a template unless your looking for those reaction undre pressure examples. "
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Post by MCapt. Charlie Greathouse on Dec 31, 2007 18:43:54 GMT -5
Grabs Drayce by his neck "My little Cousin is CXO of Red Squad I don't like people insulting her" Charlie says as he looks Drayce in the eyes
David quickly come around "Easy Bro Easy" David says as he crabs Charlie's hands
Charlie still holding him "he insulted her" he says angry
"Come on Bro let go, hes not worth it to you" David says As Charlie lets Go "everyone as the own opining heck hes probably dating some Bimbo from his ship" David says
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Post by tsher on Dec 31, 2007 18:48:16 GMT -5
"Perhaps you speak rightly, but there are times when knowing when to fold one's wings in a down draft are better than attempting to hold the altitude. And, I would be willling to learn from one who has all ready faced the hard storms and flown them. For, I have not been tested in these winds, as I have been at home. I do not know how high to fly, nor which direction the winds would come from.
"Admittedly, the physical prowess of the teacher is looked upon firstly, but there are times when the mental prowess is preferable. Such as with the age'ed or the wise."
He tilts his head to one side then the other in a jerky manner, looking at Henry as he attempts to become very intoxicated, his crest lowering slightly, his ear tufts dissapearing into his head feathers as the music thumps and thrums around him.
"What is this musical noise you are playing? It makes my feet wish to move to it."
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Post by shannonkellynx on Dec 31, 2007 18:54:41 GMT -5
Hearing the rythms start up from the hidden musicians, "Now, this is what I call party music. Not like home, but then again, nothing is!"
He starts bouncing on his seat, almost as if he's doing the bathroom dance. His ears stiffly up, and his eyes glittering.
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Post by Colonel Henry Dean on Dec 31, 2007 19:03:03 GMT -5
"its african drums and pipes something light hearted and party atmosphere creating. ther are many hard riads ahead t,sher for me starflet and the M.A.C.O weren,t all they were cut out to be really it was more than a bargained for the greatest adventure of my life really and i'm still young hardly what you would call flight trained but there have been 75 years of experience behind this and a body young enought o appreciate the hard lessons learned in that tim. and in this flock you set your own pace learn your own rythems and the wind is the fleet they direct that ride all the way thru its so easy its like falling off a horse." Dancing and moving with the gyrations of the slave girls enjoying the atmosphere.
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Post by tsher on Dec 31, 2007 19:03:26 GMT -5
He turns to the other one who was seeing someone out of Red Squad, "I doubt that any of those girls would ever wash out. If they are selected the same way I was when I came through the academy, then they can't fail. Though, they are a little on the snotty side. Now, if you could find someone out of Alpah Squad? She'd be well worth chasing." His sensitive ears picking out the conversation, particularly when the name of Red Squad was brought up. Hearing part of his crew being bad mouthed, he turns, his wings snapping open to mantle, his fur fluffing, and his crest slicking down. Even his tail bristled. "What!!" He screaches accross the room. He charges, ignoring Henry for the moment, after a few steps, and hitting a few heads, he launches, to get there faster. From just inches over heads, he balls his talons into fists, and power swoops at Drayce. Praying the one making the rude comments would have the common sense to duck. He wanted to make a point, not get in trouble. And, bluffing like this was probably not the best way to do it. But, he could not let the attack on his Flock's honor go unmet. |
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Post by tsher on Dec 31, 2007 19:05:53 GMT -5
Deleted double post.
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