Log:Who's Honor

Who's Honor is it Anyways?

Location: Granite Hawk, on Iridonia
Participants: Jax Greystorm, Sesti Gath,

There may or may not have been somebody around to notice Jax did not sleep fitfully. He tossed and turned before rousing in a cold sweat several hours later. He rose and went to wash his face then moves to go down the ramp of the ship finding the small cargo hold empty.

Sesti did check in on him when she returned from the formality of paperwork and challenge, then went out to see how Kadi was doing and to make sure the engineer had the parts she needed. She comes back in, looking around for Jax, hands clasped in front of her.

Jax looks up from where he was slipping his boots back on at the sounds coming up the ramp. She'd catch his hand moving toward his blaster. Then he relaxed upon seeing her. "Hey Sexy. You alright?"

Sesti pauses as she sees his hand, and her jaw hardens, "has someone threatened you? If so, I will make sure Father takes care of them," she asks before she moves over to touch his forehead. "You were not sleeping well when I stopped in. Are you all right?"

Something flashes in Jax eyes, "No but if they do. I'll handle them." He says with a resolve in his voice. He does not have a fever. "I'm fine. Having weird dreams. I'm fine."

"It would be a slight to our honor if someone were to threaten you, and something we would need to redress. I know that you can take them, that is not the question," Sesti replies with a sigh as she stands up. "Two 'I'm fines' usually means the opposite. What kind of dreams?"

"It would be a slight to me and I'll handle it." Jax says rising to head over to the caf maker. "No really I'm fine. Just a strange dream. Probably my body catching up with the lack of sleep."

Sesti sighs. "Fine," says shortly, going over to the refresher.

Jax looks up, "I dreamed I was a jedi defending a cave in the desert from the First Order Storm troopers and Kylo Ren. See it was weird and silly. You want some Caf?"

"I was not talking about your dream," Sesti replies. "But if you want to talk about your dreams, I would be happy to do so. I do not think it was weird and silly." She shrugs an acceptance of the Caf.

Jax lets out a breath and seems to count for a moment, "Alright first no one has threatened me. It's just good habit to be armed when somebody comes up the ramp of a ship and your not completely sure who. Probably rare things happen. As far as a matter of honor, I will stay out of your fights. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let somebody else fight my fights for me."

Sesti covers her face for a moment. "No one said anything about fighting your fights for you," she finally says with a sigh and sits on the berth, leaning back against the wall. "I was angry that someone in our family might have had the bad manners to threaten a guest. It is dishonorable, and even if you choose to beat the crap out of them, there are reparations to be made when someone dishonors a guest."

That was the other side of growing up the cub of that mean old Corellian Sand Panther, Amber. Jax nods, "I doubt your family would other than if they decided to test my metal." He says, "But it hasn't happened, So how did the formal declaration go?"

A tiny quirk lifts at the corner of her mouth. "That will come later, and in the form of an honorable challenge," Sesti tells Jax with a smug gleam in her eyes. "It went as expected. Setru was my ... I think you would call him a second, that is the closest I can think of. The Gruk family accepted the request. Cosh set the date for the Final Challenge, which means I have until that time to fullfill the first two parts, starting tomorrow." She draws a breath and exhales. "He was fair, it is a good amount of time."

Jax nods, "Cosh probably is only mildly more interested in the union they you are. Since you are easy on the eyes. But you need some proper finishing to be a proper lady." He chuckles, "And knows if things go through his Incursion Lance collection is in danger of being accidently damaged often by the cleaning of an over zealous wife."

A little smirk forms, almost becoming a chuckle as she leans forward to put her arms around him if he's come back towards the bunk. "He might begin to wonder why that is the only shelf in the house that I clean on a regular basis," she adds. "I heard that his parents had angled an Ambassador position for him on Coruscant. Probably explains his newfound need for a 'proper lady' wife."

Jax moves where he could let her put her arms around him. "Well that explains that. Though I'm quite sure he can find somebody a bit more appropiate."

"Yhasu, yes," Sesti agrees fervently. "Even if I was not already in love with an incorrigible Correllian that drives me nuts, can you imagine me having to sit in a posh Coruscant apartment and wear dresses all the time?" She shivers once. "I do not mind wearing them occasionally for Ax's occasional parties, but there would be political parties every week."

Jax chuckles, "Well in my perverted mind you’re not really wearing dresses."

Sesti gives a laugh. "I should maybe make sure the door is locked," she considers, standing up so she can give him a kiss. "So you can give me a week's worth of what I will be missing out there."