Getting cleaned up

Posted on Wed Aug 26th, 2009 @ 9:45pm by Walter Jones & Sky Summers

999 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Session One - Jailhouse Rock
Timeline: Current

Jones walked down to the shuttle bay where Sky had taken up residence. She had mentioned something in the meeting that he would do nicely and he wanted to find out what exactly she was talking about. It seemed like she had something up her sleeve but he wasn't sure what yet. Jones stepped up to the door of her ship and knocked on it.

"Captain.. Please come in". She was suprised to find the Captain at her door, and thus closed the old leather bound book she had been reading and placed it on her bed before standing and moving towards him. "What brings you down here?"

Jones looked at her. "Well, it sounded like you had a plan to get us on the planet, and the way that you looked me up and down, I figured that it somehow involved me. So, I came down to see what kind of crazy plan you had cooked up."

A sly grin spread across her face as she fished around in a small cabinet next to where she stood. "If you don't mind me asking, what size trousers do you wear Captain?".

"Size 38, if you are trying to get into my pants I assure you there are easier ways." He smiled at Sky hoping that his joke wouldn't offend her.

"Its not your pants I want to get into", she produced one of the most sophisticated male suits from her dresser and smiled once more at the Captain. "I want to get you into a pair of mine".

Jones held the pants in his hand, it was one of the most luxurious pieces of clothing that he had ever held. "What are you getting at my dear?" Jones felt down the one pant leg.

"I have some contacts on the planet. I might be able to get you the permits you need, but your going to have to be a gentleman and escort a lady to a ball". She enjoyed allowing the Captain squirm while she smiled down at him. It put her in a place of power, and she knew that he needed her for this.

Jones thought for a moment. "It has been ages since I haven't been covered in engine grease." He looked at the outfit and then back at Sky. "So, get us into the ball, we smooth talk them, try not to get killed and then get the permits right?" Jones stood a bit closer to Sky, "You are going to have to teach me some of the finer points.. I think I can bluff my way through most of it but I'm going to need some help."

"Thats about it", she moved over to the Captain and handed him the suit. "What 'finer points' do you need help with Captain. Etiquette, the dancing..."
She let the statement hang before she insulted him. Her mouth had a nasty habit of that.

"Some of us free spacers aren't accustomed to some of the nicer things you are used to. Etiquette out here usually means putting a phaser round between the eyes as opposed to the gut." Jones moved back a bit. "If getting us out alive and finishing up this mission mean that I'm going to have to learn how to have tea with people who couldn't care less about the rest of the galaxy then so be it." He took a deep breath, he knew that they where from two different worlds and that he needed her for this.

She moved around the Captain, eyeing him the whole time. "I'm sure we can achieve all of the objectives as well as give our Captain some time to refine himself", a small chuckle escaped her lips. "And I think your going to look quite dashing in a suit".

"If you say so." Menze walked smiled at her. "So what do we start with." Jones looked her up and down. "I'm going to follow your lead on this one."

"Well, first things first.... Can you waltz?"
The smile that spread across her face was infectious, and she was taking great delight in the Captains discomfort with the whole situation. She was confident he could and would pull it off, but it still didn't stop her appreciating the level of discomfort she was creating.

"Years ago and in another lifetime I did." Walter sort of mockingly moved around around the cabin with his arms up in the air and then bowed somewhat gracefully. "Given the right circumstances I could probably pick it back up. It is just a matter of time."

"Well it sounds like we have a plan. We will be needing to talk to a gentleman called Rican. He's a Bolian, but he will be able to grant you the permits you need".
Now she handed the suit over to the Captain. "All you need to do now is polish up your table manners!"
Her laugh was heart warming, with all of the levels of humour touching her eyes.

"Isn't the proper course of action to throw some food at the head table and then complain a bit when it doesn't go your way?" Jones was starting to lighten up a bit. "Well I think if we can get in there I'll be ok, just point me at the right fork I need to use." Walter took the suit and felt it down. "This will be the best piece of clothing I have." He looked back at Sky, "Alright, I guess the plan is we'll go together, talk to this Bolian, charm the heck out of him and get our permits, should be easy as pie."

"You make it sound so easy Captain", this time she laughed outright. No matter what anyone said, life was certainly more colorful living on a freighter.

Jones looked at here. "Hopefully it will be. I'll see ya later Sky." Jones took his suit and headed back to his cabin hoping that this wouldn't be the last suit that he'd wear.

 

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