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You can count on me like one two three, I'll be there

Marina DeVoe

Not a flight attendant... just a risk.
"I don't cat-
What do you mean cat fighting?" Marina snubbed her remark. "I don't stand a chance against her! " she gestured with her hand toward Aes'ona, before she realized what and how she said it.

"Shoot...
No... I meant..." She was now trying to right her wrong.
"...you have military training...all officers have training right?" Nope, she just dug her grave deeper still, now asking her victim to back her up.
What the hell was she doing? She never in her life ever talked about, nor at anyone like that before. She wasn't meaning to take out her feelings of The First Order or Imperials on this poor girl. For God's sake, the girl was a doctor...a medical doctor. Marina had once believed up to a few weeks ago that they didn't even treat their own wounded troopers, let alone treating her friend Mariya.

"Aes'ona...I'm not like this..." She then said, having nothing else to say that wouldn't get her a few more meters further in that grave she had already dug for herself.

"I really never put a face on what I fear." Marina didn't know how she could repair or fix all that she had just shattered, Still, she just let her heart speak, as how much worse could it do?

"I see you... and I just saw loosing my friend. You'r not the face of the First Order...you are you...maybe a bit better than me right now...
But all I see is a girl. A girl who hasn't done anything to me to warrant this.....I'm sorry.." She lowered her eyes, starting to turn away again. But her friends hand had grabbed hold of her arm. She wasn't going to let Marina walk away.

Marina's eyes made it over to Mariya's. Yes, she too was hurt. Hurt because she had put Aes'ona in an awkward situation thinking she could trust Marina to have an open mind. After all, Marina had no trouble before with fitting in among pirates, thieves, slicers and mercenaries on Nar Shadda and other Underworld systems. So what was her problem with giving Mariya's friend an equal opportunity?
Marina didn't have to say anything to her friend, it were all in Marina's eyes. They admitted that she were wrong and was sorry.
But that apology would do a thousand fold more if she apologized to the right person.

"I'm sorry Aes'ona... I need a lot to learn about separating people and factions. We're not colonies of insects. We're individuals. I'm not militaristic like my father and you are a doctor....I'm assuming you have the same Hippocratic oath as the doctors on my world." There are times when one realizes that they have been seeing only masked faces in their lives and never once looked upon one and realized it were that of a person, not an idea.
 
☤ Golden Heart, Cold Hands ☤
Like [member="Marina DeVoe"], Aes'ona rose a brow. "Fighting's quite the opposite of my forte," she muttered, quite possibly drowned out by the pilot's protest.

In response to Marina's suggestion of who would best whom in a brawl, and her subsequent backpedaling, the doctor's face contorted even more. "Uh," she began. "...yes, I had training, but it was both very abbreviated and a long time ago; I barely remember how to stand at proper attention."

Aes'ona listened to Marina's first apology, and then watched her turn to try to leave. When she turned back again and reiterated her emotions more eloquently, Aes'ona stood. Marina was sorry--that much the doctor understood--but she guessed she was dense to the why. She smile slightly, trying to be careful not to dismiss Marina's concerns. "I appreciate the sentiment, but it's not necessary," she said. Marina seemed to her mostly hospitable, but maybe it was to please [member="Mariya Fleischer"]. In any case, however, the first blonde had acted a bit strangely, but Aes'ona had come to expect that from most of the non-First Imperials she met.


((OOC: So sorry for the short absence. School's been kicking my butt x.x))
 

Marina DeVoe

Not a flight attendant... just a risk.
"We could have some tea...maybe make some finger food...just talk I guess. I mean..yea...I'd like that."
marina knew for the most part she had become the worst host ever. God, if her grandfather discovered how she treated a guest. Even though the Mariner IV was a craft, it was still a home away from home for her..for the family. At least that was how she was brought up. And guests, regardless of being associated with baddies, were still guests and all the curtesy of family traditions were extended to them.
Marina felt the guilt of failing in that respect. She had to control her emotions and step up to her protocol. This behavior was unacceptable and she knew it.

She was a duke's daughter after all. And she had taken to intern under her queen,if she remembered. How was she to serve as an ambassador if she couldn't treat a doctor with all proper respects in her own dominion..her home away from home.
Marina suddenly felt ashamed.

Even her previous plan on checking on TK and the ship's progress, she had circumvented. Sure her droid was capable of flying the Mariner IV...and even making jumps; but she still had to oversee all that. After all, she was captain of the ship, right? But with all this going on between feeling jealousy and ...and just acting like a blockhead, Marina had yet to step into the cockpit and see how everything was progressing. Then again, they had like what....16 or so more hours to go? Meh, plenty of time to go and chat with TK. Right now she had guests and best she play hostess the proper way or else she couldn't live with herself. Ok, well she could, but it would be haunting her that she wasn't who she thought she was.

"The galley has nice comfy seats...you could even lounge out as they double as extra berths really. I mean, if you don't want my cabin and wish to relax a bit...take your feet off the deck...you know.." Yes, she was sincere about it. And she wasn't overplaying it. Just maybe a little to late, but still she meant it.
 
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Mariya stood there throughout the whole conversation. She had wanted to intervene, because she was the one who invited her two friends to spend some quality time together. The fact that [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] and [member="Marina DeVoe"] were now arguing made her felt a little upset. All she had hoped was her best friends to get along with one other. A simple hope really, but Marina had a bigger emotional burden than expected. A fear of Imperials, coupled with the fear of losing her as a friend.

The blonde opened her mouth slightly, trying to figure out a way to smooth things. Aes'ona had handled the outburst well, thank god for that. In fact, the doctor was so calm that it took Mariya by surprise. She let the conversation went on, which resulted in Marina offering an apology and some suggestion to make things better.

"Tea sounds good. I'll like to have some tea and food," she chipped in to ease the tension. "Perhaps S'ona would like to try some snacks from Alderaan. Marina should have some onboard. Right, Marina? I really miss the Alderaanian snacks which you have showed me previously."

She looked at her blonde friend who nodded.

"Good. Let's give a moment for S'ona to nurse her foot before we go off to the galley," she gave her doctor friend a cuddly side hug. Another side hug for Marina as well. "Just need to close the window shutters. S'ona will like that."

Tossing praises to both parties with side hugs should help with the situation. Mariya knew her presence was important to stop things from being awkward.
 

Marina DeVoe

Not a flight attendant... just a risk.
The hug always seemed to ease her, especially from Mariya.

Marina figured, she best not make too big a deal and keep on with how sorry she was. Although she certainly was and coming to her senses, rationalizing the importance of opening dialogue even with someone from an opposing faction meant it was what a diplomat should be doing. But it wasn't a political agenda that Marina was now after to get to know Aes'ona, it was because her friend Mariya became friends with her. And she knew that Mariya was a good judge of character and wouldn't have made friends if Aes'ona was like most of the Imperials in that faction. And of course again, the girl was a doctor...not a butcher.

'Ok...enough...we weren't going to continue with that...remember?..'
Marina curbed her runaway thoughts and managed to put them away...hopefully for a while if not altogether have them dissipate. And that could very well happen when and if she got to know Aes'ona. Who was to say, that she may take a real liking to her as Mariya did. But would the girl take to her after all of this?
'Time...time, Marina....time... '

​"I'll go get the tea water boiling..." Of course that didn't really require for her to do so, as the hot beverage dispenser did it on its own. One either inserted a packet into it and it dispensed the beverage, or simply have it dispense hot water and use a traditional tea bag.
But as her friend had suggested, maybe let the poor girl have some time to recoup before she would meet them in the galley.
It was Marina's way of graciously excusing her presence without any more offensive behavior.

A quick glance at the hyper-tunnel as seen from the starboard port window of the Med Bay at least assured Marina that her droid was still keeping the Mariner IV was speeding on its course rather smoothly. More smoothly than she had navigated through the first impressions. Marina figured on checking up on the droid and ship maybe later. To do so now would seem that she didn't want to spend company with them.

"I'll see you all in the galley...."
 

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