I Slept With Someone In ADI And All I Got Was A Stupid Thread Written About Me

[Commissar Brett]

Corellia, Coronet City, ADI Main Facility, 1738 Hours

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Noah sat in the cluttered Commander's Office of the ADI Main Facility, located on the outskirts of Coronet. He held his datapad in his hands as he flicked through faces in the list of requisition forms. Every face was as forgettable as the last. The slew of new recruits from Randon had filled out the ranks so much that weapons and trooper kit started to come in short supply. He rubbed his chest, careful not to open up the day-old open wounds from his knife, when his thumb flicked to a face that about made his stomach tighten.

Ya fooking kidding... He almost dropped the datapad when the face of a young woman with light freckles, dark hair, and olive skin flashed across the screen. He thought about it for a rather long moment before straightening up the office a bit and keying the facility intercom.

"Rayleigh Jarrus, report to the Commander's Office on Level 4. Repeat, Rayleigh Jarrus, report to the Commander's Office on Level 4."

@Rae Anne Jarrus

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Raighley Jarrus was talking with someone in the cafeteria when her name was called on the intercoms above. She sorta smacked herself in the face hoping it wasn't going to have something to do with her previous mission she had recently gone on and made a somewhat bad mistake. She then stood, made sure her WESTAR-35's were still in place and she then picked up her staff from the side of the table and slung it on her back before turning to her friend. "Well, I'll talk to you soon, business calls." she said with a smirk before heading to Level 4.

Once she arrived on the level, her stomach turned slightly as she walked down the hall to the Commander's office. Once she arrived, she knocked on the door before going in to next see someone she had seen other than this place. 'It cant be...' she said in her head.

 

[Noah Jacen]

Noah drew in a sharp breath, unsure of what to do next. He never thought he'd get this far, and he almost never saw a one-night-stand again. This is a first for him, in all his years of bingeing and womanising, this was an actual first. His mind wanders to his sparse memories of that night and he doesn't need to imagine her undressed cuz his mind has already projected the image in his head. He looks and sees the glint of light off of her hand. A wedding ring...

"I..." He finally spoke after they both stood there in silence do a few moments, meeting her eyes. He swallowed, mouth dry and throat with a nervous lump in it. "I'm sorry I called you in here. I don't even know what I was gonna say, I just reacted. I saw your face on a requisition application and I had to speak to you..." His gaze wandered back down to her left hand. He couldn't imagine how she felt about what had happened. Did she tell her husband? What'd it do to them? "How... How've you been?"

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

She looked to Noah seeing that he was nervous and she put her hands in front of her now remembering exactly who he was. He was the same guy who had made her nervous about her future, but her husband never got to know, because knowing him for a little while, well, she learned how to avoid his tricks into getting her to tell him stuff.

Rae walked in further, but stayed near the wall. It was sort of an awkward silence until he broke it and stuttered on his first few words. She smirked lightly seeing him so nervous. "It's alright. I understand. You were just surprised to see me again after that.. night." she responded with a small smile. She saw his glance down to her hand, but made no action to show that she knew exactly what he was thinking. "I've been doing good. My husband on the other hand, I'm not sure." she gave a small smile. "I've not heard anything from him for a while. He had called to see how the mission went, I told him it went fine, but then I didn't hear anything afterwards, but don't worry, he knows nothing about what happened that night." she said. "But, um, how have you been?" she asked.

 

[Noah Jacen]

Noah knew this could be a bad idea. Maybe a good idea. Maybe it won't change anything. Who knows? His shoulders dropped a little as his tension visibly dissipated. He pulled up one of the rolling chairs near him over and cleared a little space off on a desk, swiping the papers into an even bigger unorganised pile. He pulled another chair up and offered her the seat while she asked her question. He sat down and rubbed the cuts in his just, the healing itched, but he deserved every damned scar. Maybe a couple more tonight, who knows...

"I guess I've been..." He paused, contemplating his observable emotional state. He remember he had even had sex since that night Why did I just think of that? This is business. He blinked and remembered where he was again. "I've been alive." His brow visibly furrowed and his face was a look of finding something you weren't upset with but was still only good enough. "Just came back to do some paperwork before the coneheads come in and take over while a large portion of our operations move to Randon. Have you read the mission reports on that one?"

He looked at her trying not to think about a lot of things and trying only to focus on the sound of her voice, making small talk just to hear it. The apology would come later, right now he just needed something to take away from the stress. His life had already become so much that it was hard to handle. Booze and women only solved so many problems, but unfortunately they don't take your combat knife away when you're diagnosed with clinically manic depression. Why is she so beautiful? He needed to stop thinking about this, NOW. He wanted to avoid talking about her husband, talking about her marriage, talking about anything that would make working together an uncomfortable impossibility.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Rae watched as he suddenly calmed down and after she asked her question, she sat down on the chair he pulled over, leaving her staff on the side. As she sat down, she noticed that he was itching at his chest, but then she noticed cuts that were the and understood why he was itching them.

She listened as he started to speak again but stuttered. When he said that he had been alive, she raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Well, that's always a good thing." She responded sarcastically. When he started talking about the mission, she listened, but when he asked if she heard anything about it, she shook her head. "No, I've not read anything on this mission. It would probably be a good idea if I did though..." She responded.

 

[Noah Jacen]

Noah thought for a minute, his mouth wanting to form words but not remembering the right ones. His mouth moved, then stopped, then his mouth closed as the words died in his throat. He would never forget the blank, empty, lifeless eyes of that boy on the sidewalk, the charred hole through the side of his head. He blinked the thoughts away, as they'd already kept him from sleep long enough.

"It was bad. That's the simplest way to put it." He spoke flatly. Maybe this subject was a bad idea, but he knew that it was something she'd hear about before too long.

"Armed uprising by a Zabrak radical becomes a goddamn war. They were pillaging the Capitol when we got there. The city was nothing but shelled ruins and burning speeders. They almost blew us out of the sky on arrival but we landed and took up a defensive position. The company rallied, and we attracted all the nearby civilians and PDF." He leaned back, a slight smirk on his lips.

"You wouldn't believe the lines of volunteers. We distributed as many weapons and combat vest as we could, we started welding sheet metal to these hovertrucks, using them as transports.we marched on Capitol Square with just over 700 guns." He trailed off a little, his gaze becoming blank as he looked off to the side. His demeanour changed, something happened on that march he'd never forgive himself for.

"When we got to the Square, it was a damn bloodbath. They were using white phosphorus mortars, the whole mess of trenches and barriers became a flame choked disaster. My truck would've taken a hit from one of the mortars had the driver not swerved outta the way, but bringing it back around was not as easy. The whole thing rolled and we went over, the driver was skewered by a pice of metal, I grabbed this new guy on the gun and jumped out of the cabin." His hands came up as he began gesturing and miming as he spoke.

"Then there was this big bloody land-barge thing that had tracks and a pointed front end. It drove up, full speed..." His hands she's tired and then made a slapping sound. "Rammed clean through the truck, while thing exploded and the barge just kept on rolling. We eventually saw that thing get blown up just before we stormed the Capitol building, and I'm talking this building was at least 25 stories 'igh. The rebels bugged out on atmospheric aircraft, rotary wing things and some VTOL dropships."

"The Nu shuttles didn't have enough fuel to make the hyperspace trip back, plus we needed to keep some men there to help with clean up. Me and my officers got back to The Helios on-board the freighter we were using as the command vessel. We're trying get as many of the company there now, to help with the relief effort. This might be a longer fight than what we originally thought..."

He leaned back in the chair, letting the story sink in. It was a lot to process, he wanted to see what she'd say. Why did he care so much? She was just another one of the people that worked with him.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Rae listened carefully as he explained what he had experienced in her absence. As he explained everything, she kept a straight blank face as she listened. She knew that she had heard something about these wars, but she remembered very little and couldn't even remember where she heard it. Once he finished, there was a silence between both of them before she spoke up.

"Well.." she paused trying to figure out how to word her sentence. "Umm, I-I had heard about this before, but for some reason, I never remembered what I had heard. And from what you are saying, it sounds like you need more fighters down there. But honestly, I know I hadn't heard that much." she said. The last part about her saying that she hadn't heard much, was pretty much something to end her sentence because she was honestly speechless.

Plus why did he care? He was her Commander and yet again, another man she worked with in the facility. But then again, why was she so understanding?

 

[Noah Jacen]

They both ended awkwardly. He ended his statement with vague implication, she ended her response with repetition simply because she wanted to sound like she was done speaking. It sounded like they were two halves of different conversations, but he needed to say something to make it coherent. He needed some catharsis to bring some conclusion or resolution away from this conversation.

"Lieutenant Bell..." Noah used her rank and last name, unsure and a little uncaring of how overly professional it might've been, but he needed to maintain some level of formality if he were to avoid letting his feelings get in the way. "Would you be willing to ship out to Rondan? You're a friendly face, and we're supposed to be getting a CNN attaché..." He leaned back and gestured to himself. "And I feel like I'm a pretty rough sight for someone who's supposed to represent our image to the public."

He leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. He only just actually realised how tall she was as she sat in her seat with her back almost ramrod straight. She was actually as tall as him, though he might've been the slightest hair taller.

"Also..." He paused with some hesitation, then thought that he shouldn't say what he was thinking. "Nevermind." He shook his head, refocused. "Would you be willing come with us to Rondan?"

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Rae was taken back when he addressed her as Lieutenant followed by her last name. She had never heard those two names in the same sentence in a while. Let alone, being put together. Everyone had mainly called her by her many nicknames and her last name.

When he asked if she would be willing to head out to Rondan she nodded and continued listening to what he was saying. A CNN Attache? That was kinda big... she just had to take this. She took a second debating on how to answer. She then nodded. "Yeah, I'm willing and I will take the job to Rondan." she responded with a slight smile.