*makes a dirty joke about human-cyborg relations*notalonelygirlJuly 19 2012, 19:36:29 UTC
[She's the princess of a lesser known world on the outskirts of the Inner Rim, just barely at the edges of Imperial control. She's definitely a Rebel sympathizer and doing everything she can to help them, including sneaking sensitive information into the Core Worlds. Of course, that's a little difficult to accomplish when your droid has broken down. So, who does she turn to in order to get it repaired? You, big guy.]
All the important parts are original, sweetheart.builtinacaveJuly 20 2012, 21:22:09 UTC
A repair job. *Oh he definitely knows who you are, princess, and he's not all that impressed. Well, not with the title and all that. As for her? She's gorgeous. And he's seen a lot of pretty girls.* That's what you've got for me, a droid repair job?
*Tony pulls open a relay on his ship and starts to splice it together* You know, I'm kinda busy here, Princess, don't you have people for this?
Oh good, because that might just get a little weird.notalonelygirlJuly 30 2012, 14:35:08 UTC
[Did she really have to repeat herself? Yes, a repair job. She isn't surprised that he's unimpressed with her title, but she'd thought surely he'd jump at the chance to help a pretty girl. Maybe if she helped things along a bit...
She swept the ends of her cloak apart, throwing them back onto her shoulders under the pretense of being warm, and if by doing so, she just happened to reveal her generous cleavage via the low-cut neckline of her dress, well, that couldn't be helped, could it?]
You don't look busy to me, Mr. Stark, and yes, I have people for this, but I need someone with a more skilled hand. I need you.
[He doesn't have any hard motive to stop and search the man, but look at him. He's got to be something illegal. And after his last posting on Malastare, he's not taking any chances.]
*Identification, huh? Tony looks decidedly unimpressed and folds his arms over the glowing reactor embedded in his chest.*
Okay. I'll let you off the hook since you're one of those mindless Imperial drones that you don't actually know who I am. Also, by the way, I am permitted here. *He fishes out his identification and permits, flashing them at the soldier with an eyebrow raised in a bored fashion.* Satisfied?
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*Tony pulls open a relay on his ship and starts to splice it together* You know, I'm kinda busy here, Princess, don't you have people for this?
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She swept the ends of her cloak apart, throwing them back onto her shoulders under the pretense of being warm, and if by doing so, she just happened to reveal her generous cleavage via the low-cut neckline of her dress, well, that couldn't be helped, could it?]
You don't look busy to me, Mr. Stark, and yes, I have people for this, but I need someone with a more skilled hand. I need you.
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I am busy. I'm always busy, sweetheart. But, maybe I'll take a look. *He folds his arms though* And my services are expensive.
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Don't worry, money is no object. It's imperative this droid be repaired immediately, no matter the cost.
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And are you going to be supervising or what?
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[He doesn't have any hard motive to stop and search the man, but look at him. He's got to be something illegal. And after his last posting on Malastare, he's not taking any chances.]
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Okay. I'll let you off the hook since you're one of those mindless Imperial drones that you don't actually know who I am. Also, by the way, I am permitted here. *He fishes out his identification and permits, flashing them at the soldier with an eyebrow raised in a bored fashion.* Satisfied?
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