Interviewing Who?

[thegreatbeyonder]

"There's a nice restaurant not too far from here," He walked over to the door, gesturing for Yasindra to follow.

The metallic halves parted from each other, sliding into the wall until they revealed an opening large enough for the two to comfortably walk through. Leaving the apartment, Arian strode down the silver-coloured corridor, leading their way out of the main building. The streets were quiet as usual, and with the same -- very clear -- defenses lining the corners of the street. Placing his hands in his pocket, he glanced upward at the glass ceiling which revealed the cold wintry night above. Crystals of ice formed along the edges, but the built-in-heating took care of most of it.

Funny--you lived in a galaxy of starships and hyperspace technology, yet most of it hadn't changed in thousands of years. It was that very stagnation which drove his employers. The brief criticism towards galactic life faded quickly, he took her into the entertainment district which was far more lively, as it was crowded. "Some of these places have dress--" His words slowed to a halt as he tilted back, remembering that she dressed even better than he did. "... But I suppose there's no worry there..." Shrugging off his own lack of judgment, he entered the doorway of a quiet, and mostly elegant eatery where the aroma of fresh food lingered in the air.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

"He wants to eat here?", she thought to herself. She had eaten in the chiquest restaurants that the galaxy had to offer, but to be invited by a man like him? Here she was, expecting to get some peasant drive-by dinner, or something from a vendor in a stall from him. A smile grew on her face at the sight of it all, and she entered eagerly, pleasantly surprised at the man's class. She took in the smell and the sights and the sounds, and found herself comforted by familiarity. She hadn't eaten in such a restaurant -- or a restaurant at all, for that matter -- ever since she had changed her name, and she had yearned for this, among other things.

Following Arian, she quietly leaded the search for a table, until she found one perfect for her; in a corner far away from the bulk of the crowd, but which still had enough presence in the room. Life was tough as a socially awkward, yet egocentric being, but she managed. After she had seated herself, and matted off her dress, she looked up to Arian. "This is quite a nice place, Arian. i didn't think you'd have the taste to choose one like these," she said, not meaning to offend him, but likely did in her own, unknowing way. "Nor did I expect this place to hold such a fine restaurant. Though, with all the security and such, I suppose no less is to be expected. I think I might like this planet more than I gave it credit for."

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"For someone willing to get in bed with an organisation like ours, you seem rather delicate." That was his response to her -- unintentionally -- offensive comment.

Nonetheless, he sat down across from her, placing his hands on the table in front of him and interlocking his fingers. "As for this place... As I said, it caters primarily to businessmen trying to do business with Blue Station. That means they need places to eat." It was necessary to keep them waiting as long as they could, and ensure they spent their 'hard-earned' credits at these pricey establishments.

For Arian, it was routine business. This wasn't the first time he took a potential mark to a nice dinner out. Or sometimes a high-stake casino. Depended on the world and the person, honestly. When the waiter came around, he remained quite simple. Ordering a glass of water, a salad, and a bantha steak. "Now; why did you consider working for us?" He asked out of curiosity.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

When the waitress came over, she seemed to just keep on going with her ordering. The finest wine, salads, steaks and tenderloin... and they had better be cooked precisely as she had instructed the waiter. All in all, she ordered as much as three people would; an odd thing, considering her seemingly rather slender nature. With a wide grin, she looked forward to finally eating after a day of starving herself.

"Let's just say I have an odd way of satisfying myself, Arian. I care not about money or fame or ... other such things; not anymore. All I care about now is progress. I've found, through experience, that such progress is always limited by regulations and securities and morals and ethics. It's despicable ...- That is why I'm willing to give this work a shot; you do not seem bound to halting such progress, and I very much appreciate that."

Her grin grew a bit wider as she stated that, and she leaned back comfortably against her chair, her leg swinging over the other as best it could under the desk. Her whole demeanor seemed to boast of arrogance and grandeur, though it was merely the a byproduct of her excitement to get to work on such a thing again. She had sought it for many months ...

"I intend to further technology myself, and not through such limitations as more ... benign companies would put on me. No no no ... the world doesn't need more technologists bound by chains."

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Your work will be appreciated by more than just us, rest assured." He bit into his tender steak, and then took a sip of the crystal clear, ice cold water.

Adjusting the synthcloth napkin and placing it in his lap, he began to dig into his meal before continuing. "This position will likely require you to travel often, however, but you seem to be inclined for that. Judging by your starship, it's not as if you travel without luxuries." Arian was truly curious as to how she was able to afford a Stardream, but it wasn't his responsibility to prod into her past.

Besides, he wasn't exactly keen on her doing the same of his. Everyone has their secrets, and each is allowed their privacy... It's partially why he joined the Couriers in the first place. Their emphasis on personal liberties were second to none. However; their end goals often seemed to come into conflict with less radical ideologies. That is to be expected by progressive parties, regardless.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

"Good ... I don't mind that much. Travelling has been all that I've done these past few months, so I don't mind doing more of that," she said, as she dug into her meals, picking bits and odds off of every plate, eagerly eating away.

When her mouth was cleared and she needed a small break, she spoke again. "Tell me, Arian .. what sort of work do you do? You seem dressed like a pilot, though the amount of weaponry you have with you seem to suggest something ... more. I find it intrigueing, so do explain, hm?", she grinned at him, leaning forward ever so slightly, hoping she'd struck some vein in the man.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian smirked, "I truly am only a pilot. It's just some of the places I travel to require some... Taming." He explained slyly, purposely using vague insinuations in his words.

Continuing to consume his meal, albeit slowly, his eyes went to and from her and his food. "What's so intriguing about it, anyway? I'm sure you've seen a good blaster before." He now was inquiring into her inquiry, his curiosity stolen by her question. It wasn't often that Arian engaged in such a conversation; most of his jobs were alone, but for the time being he had the company of another. This time it wasn't an assassin, either.

All things considered. Yasindra managed to intrigue him in more ways than one. Seemingly intelligent, clearly attractive... Perhaps she was a bit finicky but she at least didn't talk too much. Or at least when she did talk, it wasn't meaningless banter or annoyance.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

"Of course I've seen blasters ..- I have even designed a few, in fact. But a gun is a gun, and not everyone brings one along, and when they do, it's for a good reason. Though it is mostly the grenades that truly intrigue me. A gun is one thing, but an explosive is something else entirely. A gun you can use defensively, but detonations are always offensive, no? I'm sure you run into trouble quite a bit," she said slyly, as she began eating again, though her eyes did not wander from his.

She seemed to be enjoying her meal quite greatly, taking small bites, but her chewing was practically non-existent. The food disappeared fast, but calculated and chique, keeping up with Arian's one meal as if she hadn't just ordered enough for three men.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"It's a matter of principle. I simply come prepared for anything." That much wasn't untrue. In his line of work, getting caught up with dangerous individuals wasn't uncommon.

Having the firepower to defend yourself -- or at least scare off anyone who'd threaten you -- is a necessary step to take. Of course, that may not have been the whole story. Arian too continued to chew through his food, taking the occasional sip from his glass of water. Everytime he had drank over half, the waitress came around and topped it off again. That fine attention to detail intrigued him a bit. Were they really paid enough for that?

Returning his attention to Yasindra, Arian's face lightened up a bit. "Anyway, since we're out and about. Would you like to do anything else this evening?" He pondered.