#cairis x repard

[cairis-in-the-field]

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Cairis pursed her lips for a moment as she considered his question.

"It's a... well, the short version is: I wasn't suited for the military. I tried my best - I did! I even made the rank of sergeant, but then I not only bucked orders... I reported my commanding officer. So, I was invited to leave service voluntarily or leave via the funerary track. I chose the voluntarily, obviously, and bounced around the cosmos a bit looking for work.

"Remember I told you about my 'uncle' Sal that runs Vrepit Sal's eatery...? I was taking food tossed in a garbage bin and he considered that stealing. He was going to chain me to force me to work off the 'debt', but then, suddenly, a guy comes up. He pays for three plates of food and then sits me down and starts talking with me. Finds out what's going on with me and then says I should come work at the ENN. And so: one, two, skip a few decaphoebs later... here I am."

She grinned, thinking about it.

"Anyway! As for me, I'm curious about you and your command style. Most officers simply do not give a dhemm about their soldiers. You, clearly, take care of yours. What prompted you to do that? And have you caught any flak for it?"

[galranrepard]

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"I see...I guess that's one way of putting it." Repard nodded knowing well of what Cairis was trying to say. It was the reason why he wanted to lay low with courting the reporter from public - at least for now to get the chance to try and take a shot...a chance at finding out together if they were compatible despite the so-called powers of the universe.

He gladly held Cairis' hand in his letting his fingers curl protectively around hers. The forest galra couldn't have imagined how lucky he was to meet someone like the galra before him. She was not weak in his eyes - yet the opposite. Incredibly brave and smart and beautiful.

"Good because I couldn't imagine you passing me up, but I will remind you time and time again that you are not weak or squishy. Curvy and beautiful with your integrity as a galra which I love the most about you. How brave you stood up against that base commander for example...not many would have done that you know?" The forest galra replied taking those sweet hands of hers to kiss them while looking at the reporter with admiration and love that spoke more words than the galra commander could ever express.

"I look forward to making a deep, sweet relationship with you, Cairis."

[cairis-in-the-field]

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Cairis looked around and, finally, saw an ignored pocket of space away from the hustle and bustle of the clean-up work.

"Over there," she said, pointing to a stack of crates and barrels. "We can still be seen in case anyone needs you, but we'll be away from the noise."

She led the way over and, once her recorder was set up for voice recording, she took out her pad and stylus.

"With me is Commander Repard," she said. "Sir, thank you for the interview. Could you tell me why you're here at Commander Kirguk's Supply Hub?"

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Cairis huffed a little and nodded.

"Kirguk shouldn't be a base commander," she declared. "Never mind that I think he's a grat-ilk-ukzak - he clearly doesn't have an understanding of priorities. He had a problem going on that needed investigation and other things, but instead: he chose to play stupid games trying to prove himself smart, and then only proved the opposite."

She frowned and drummed her fingers on the table, the tips of her claws click-clacking against the metal for a moment before she stopped.

"Either there is something passing through that Hub that nobody wants continued - or they are pissed because he wouldn't pass it through," she said. "Something hinky is going on there and I think an Auditor Squad should be called in, but that's above my pay grade."

She sighed and shook her head.

"But we're getting away from our original intention with this date," she said, smiling at him. "Do you like music? Do you prefer instrumental or voice or a mix of both? Gonna warn you right now: I love both and I'll sing along to whatever's on my player, so if you can't stand that, you need to let me know."

[cairis-in-the-field]

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Cairis hummed and tilted her head as she considered Repard's question about questions.

"I suppose we can start with the basics," she replied. "Favorite foods, colors, music, events we've witnessed... that sort of thing. Talk about our family, our hopes, what we prefer versus what we wish we could change about anything... and so, and so, and so, and so."

It wasn't a bad idea. She liked the idea of deepening their understanding of each other and their friendship on a basic level. Sure: she had soft and squishy feelings for him already, but that was her. She had a tendency towards such for anyone who showed her respect and/or friendship. It came of growing up so lonely.

But, she liked to think, Repard had surely earned her soft squishy feelings all on his own merit just for being so darned cute and sweet - all while being a strong warrior and officer.

"I'll start," she offered with a grin. "What are your favorite colors? Or, if favorite is too complex: what are your preferred colors?"

[cairis-in-the-field]

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Cairis shuddered with a small grimace when Repard mentioned the Lions of Voltron.

She'd once been on a world where those dhemmed things had gone to. They'd driven the Galra forces away - and she had been left behind. She'd sought shelter, hiding, and had been fortunate enough to have a long-range camera on her. She'd used it to take pictures of the Lions from a distance; had even caught snaps of some Blade of Marmora agents moving among the ground forces.

And then: she'd nearly been taken out as one of the Lions had arrived at her location.

The Red Lion had stood almost on top of her. Its great head had swiveled around, around... down. Cairis had ducked back and scrunched down in her hiding spot, but she'd been certain that the monstrous thing knew she was there. She'd been certain that, at any moment, either the beast itself or its Paladin was going to smush her out of existence.

Instead: after too long a time in which her mouth had gone dry and her stomach had roiled nauseously... the Red Lion had walked on. She'd felt the thudding impact of its metal paws through the ground, through her own feet, with every step it took. The air had been filled with small boom-boom-booms that eventually faded.

Cairis had peeked out and seen the long metal tail waving lazily while the Red Lion patrolled down the debris-filled street.

How she'd gotten off-world, she couldn't recall. All she remembered was the fear of being hunted by the Lion.

Now, she looked at Repard with even more respect as she said, "That was a hudo of a risk - but I'm not surprised. Emperor Zarkon demands the best from his soldiers and officers and you, of course, delivered! You fought back those void-spawned monsters. Well done, Commander!"

[galranrepard]

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((I'm assuming this is for Repard :3c ))

"Ah...Cairis. Gosh she always looks so presentable in whatever she wears. Am I dressed too formal? Does my breath smell? Do I look presentable? I hope I don't make things awkward for our first date. Relax, Repard...just be yourself. You are the fleet commander of the Galra Empire! Slow, steady breaths. You got this. She's definitely your type. She's beautiful and fun to be around with. I already love our little ask questions game. She even smiled and laughed aloud. And the way the port hole with the nebula illuminated behind her...gosh I hope I get the courage to kiss her and hopefully after our walk I can find out what she's like when its just the two of us alone together."

[cairis-in-the-field]

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Cairis watched Commander Kirguk come to the realization that a fleet commander was in his presence.

Base Commanders - while trusted to a point - were typically viewed as less competent. Fleet commanders and lieutenants were roving around, out in space, answerable to and their locations known by the Emperor; trusted to conquer in his name. Base commands indicated that the Galrans stationed in such locations were expected to be competent enough and to not be able to avoid their Emperor should Zarkon come calling.

Now, seeing the fleet commander at her side, Commander Kirguk was forced to rein in his temper and give greetings as expected. With his fist against his heart, directly over a vicious black burn mark, Kirguk bowed slightly to Repard.

"Commander Repard," he said. "Hail and well met! I am... I apologize for this mess you find yourself in."