'Oh, it's nothing, Sir,' Loreley answered, trying to compose herself, 'Just a bit under the weather. Thank you for your concern.'
“Yeah...” Dannan wasn’t sure if it had a double meaning or just a by product of how he naturally talked. Still, she had seen them from actions and didn’t feel like it was a mistake to talk to them. “I still owe you two a lot. You never did make a wishlist of all the things you could have asked for. Have you ever thought about captaining you guys, own ship?”
"Very well. If you start to feel worse, don't push yourself. I was calling to ask you if you were interested in something. We have a job for you, if you want it. We're looking for a test pilot for a prototype fighter."
Loreley's eyes lit up, a big grin on her face, 'Test pilot? Prototype? Yes, were do I sign? When do I start?'
He smiles at her enthusiasm. "I'm having a meeting with the other major supporter of the project in three days. We'll brief you then."
“Is that something you want to get back to or maybe you’d be interested in being on the corporate branches of the consortium. I’ll he honest with you after trying. It’s safe. But insanely boring. I actually kind of miss the constant gunfire a little. The Suns tried to kill me with a gunship? I was ecstatic.”
'Wonderful, I could kiss you, Sir,' Loreley smiled, 'Whatever did I do to deserve this? First, you vouch for me at the hearing, now tbis... Is there a catch to your patronage, Sir?' She laughed musically.
Through the hologram, she sees him checking out her figure in the tank top. "Kiss me? Do you make a habit of kissing old men?" He grins, enjoying her enthusiasm. "There isn't a catch. Not unless you want there to be one."
"Ah, yes. We like that better, too." Sara sits at the table, eating a soup of some kind. "So, you're marrying Cyrus. I hope it goes without saying that if you break his heart, I'll break yours."
Dannan just laughed. The tones weren’t mocking in anyway. Just treating Sara’s comment as a joke. And it was. “Not about to happen. Should I put you all on the VIP list?...don’t answer. I’m going to make you all go. Then we need to talk about some long overdue promotions.”
Ikki and Tekki look at each other. "Promote us?" Sara looks a little grumpy that her threat had no effect. "Yeah, whatever. I'll be there."
Loreley laughed, 'No, you'd be the exception, Sir. Grand Moff Tarkin seemed interested, but I wasn't.' She smiled, 'Maybe we'll have dinner together? I want to thank you for your help and the opportunity you have given me.'
“If that’s something you aren’t interested in, we don’t need to. No need to decide now.” The pair seemed mostly content where they were. She wasn’t sure if they were just used to it or not. She took a look at Sara seeing her moodiness. “I’m not done. After we blow these sons of bitches to hell, we will all get absolutely wasted and that’s an order.”
Zenobia grins widely. "You can't possibly comprehend how much pleasure it gives me to imagine you giving that dried up prune the cold shoulder." He laughs. "You really don't need to thank me. You were in the right at the tribunal, and your record qualifies you to fly as a test pilot. That said, I'm not in the habit of turning down dinner with beautiful women. It's a date then. We'll go after our meeting?"
"I guess I could go for a drink." Sera grumbles, as the Trandoshans discuss in their language what happened.
'That sounds like a plan, Sir,' Loreley nodded, 'I'm not much of a fancy dinner type of girl.' She laughed, 'I don't even own a dress. But it seemed like the appropriate setting for a man of your... class. Or should we just have dinner at your place?'
"That would make things much more simple, wouldn't it?" He smirks. "It's up to you. If you'd like to go out somewhere, I can have a dress prepared for you. Your uniform measurements are listed in your file, though I haven't looked at them yet. Or you can just wear what you want. Really, who's going to turn away the date of a Grand Admiral?" He laughs. "That said, my place is also a good option."
