Originally Posted by wildjedi
"Hey, Beryl," Jana said cheerfully, poking her head into Beryl's room and looking around, missing Beryl at first glance. "Just so you know, it sounds like..." She trailed off, suddenly catching sight of Beryl. A disbelieving smile came to her face. "Whoa..."
She came completely into the room. "A dress, Beryl?" she laughed. "I figured you'd have disguised yourself, but..." She shook her head, clearly amused. "You clean up very well, I must say."
Beryl gave her a curious look. "You've seen me in a dress before, haven't you? Granted, never one this... revealing, but I do wear them on occassion." She snapped her fingers. "I wore one to that club on Regis Fi... no, wait. That was when I was on the Averessan
. Oh! What about that day at the swoop races on...." She frowned. "No, that was when you and Nic were gone those couple of days." She shrugged. "Nevermind. Point is that I didn't have much of a choice but to wear this. My own clothes kind of got... well, shredded."
She motioned for Jana to shut the door so that she could get start getting changed. "I met up with one of those Tusk Cats on the way to the ship," she said to Jana, not knowing that Jana already knew about her encounter. "Totally caught me by surprise. I don't really know how I made it out of its den alive, but I ended up sacrificing my Krayt Dragon jacket in the process." She sighed. "Damn. I liked that jacket, too."
Having now changed into clean trousers, tank top, and shirt, she picked up the flimsy green dress and hung it on a hanger. "Suppose it's not that
bad," she said, examining it before hanging on the closet rail. "Just not my style, if you know what I mean. Although, it worked great on that nobleman in the casino." She grinned. "Ryshana and I fleeced him for thousands at the Stud Pazaak table."
She shut the closet door, then turned and gave Jana a serious look. "Now, since we're alone, care to tell me what's going on with you? Why you've been so... dare I even say it, moody and quiet?"
"All crew to the common room...,"
Nic's voice came over the com. "We have a job."
Beryl sighed. "Great," she grumbled. "And how much you want to bet it's something that Imp captain in that Dreadnaught doesn't want to do himself because it's either dangerous, illegal, or both." She paused a moment. "Either way, we need to get moving. Ryshana's out retrieving the Headhunter and Jack needs to get the Echo
into the air for her to land in the drop-down bay."