Vor: Been all over the place. Merc work takes you farther than you expect... *Looks away.* Vor, muttering: Especially when you're runnin' from something...
*He nods.* Man: Heard of the Horse. Good group. *He walks forward and holds out a hand.* Haranani Vorkesh, former general of the UEM, former sheriff of Defiance, and new combat instructor aboard this hunk of junk. You can call me Vor.
*A man is leaning against the doorjam, a holo rifle in his hands. He has bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. He also has a knife scar running from the outside corner of one eye to his jaw line. He's also around her age.* Man: Just someone who spotted some fair game...
(Already have more cavity than teeth at this point. Should have been here for the proposal, that sh*t was sweeter than thirty Hershey's bars dipped in caramel...)
*Wraps his arms around her, bringing her closer in. Then separates.* At this rate, cher, I think you might be pregnant at the wedding... *Smiles and looks into her eyes.*
Hmm... sleep. We have an hour before Shadow's got the engies to fix his transdimensioanl drive, and then we can leave for my parents... *Yawns.* We could just spoon for a bit. *Smiles tiredly.*