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Another threefer!

Quaritch is out for his morning run (or maybe just coming back in, or just going out...you decide!).

Boba Fett is at the target range, getting in some practice with some target...and probably any demon bunnies that bother him. Moving targets are always better, you know?

And Bonzo Madrid is also doing a slightly more abbreviated morning run than Col. Quaritch, but he's also going through an exercise routine of his own.

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The colonel is met with an interesting sight: petite teen in a small bikini, relaxing under the morning sun.

Jordan decided to try working a tan, and early morning's a good time for it.

A few steps away, one of her service bots stands guard. Or stands.

My, that's a small bikini...

Well, Jordan definitely gets a...complete visual inspection. You know, to make sure that she meets certain standards...

And of course, Quaritch has just finished his run, so he has time...

"Morning, Ma'am."

She opens one eye, and waves a bit. "Morning." Propping herself up on elbows, she regards the man.

Curiously, even.

"Don't think we've met." Quaritch stops the scan as quickly (and discreetly) as he can, offering a hand to her. "Col. Miles Quaritch."

She grins a bit, sitting up to offer a hand, tilting head. "Jordan Kennedy. Colonel?" Military man, interesting.

Quaritch nods. "Currently with RDA Security on Pandora."

"Oh-kay..." She nods. "What's RDA, and Pandora?"

Right...this is not Earth and not Pandora. Every so often this fact slips his mind in introductions.

"RDA is the Resource Development Administration...it's the company that has the concession for mining unobtanium on Pandora. And Pandora is a planet in the Alpha Centauri system."

"Oh, right... it's 2004 for me, and for you?" Jordan reaches for the sun lotion bottle, and starts rubbing a second layer on herself.

Sun's getting warmer.

"...about 150 years later." There's a slight smile which emerges on Quaritch's face at that.

"Nice... so you have interstellar travel... sooner than a few other people who come here." She grins and nods.

Right, she's making the lotion-rubbing maybe into a little show.

Showoff.

"Sooner than some, later than some." Quaritch shrugs and leans against a tree. "Though some of the guys who got it early got it the hard way."

Namely, anyone out of Half-Life.

"Blowing up something." She nods. "Often themselves."

Jordan offers the lotion to the man. "Help me with my back, colonel?"

Quaritch glances over his shoulder and then nods, accepting the lotion.

To be fair, he doesn't allow his hands to linger too long on Jordan's back...too many years of too many regulations will do that to you.

if they linger a bit, she does not mind.

Much the opposite.

Pushing a bit into the touch, invitingly.

"So, mining... and it needs military?" She closes eyes with a small, pleased sigh. "Something dangerous out there?"

"Oh, just some local color." Blue, actually. "The natives...don't like us being there."

"Well, can you really blame them? For not wanting you digging up their place?" Of course, Jordan would probably plasma-torch them from orbit and mine the planet hollow at her leisure.

But she also likes to be contrary and annoying.

Or a tease. Like now. Body language inviting hands to move.

Quaritch rolls his eyes. He's heard this sort of objection before. "Oh, I don't care if they don't like us being there. What I mind is when they start killing my men and the people I'm supposed to protect."

The truth of the matter is that if they weren't so dead set on shooting back, Quaritch would have no problem with the Na'vi. But he's got a certain bias against anybody or anything trying to kill his men, and he doesn't really care too much about the 'why' of it.

Jordan smiles over her shoulder, leaning back a bit. "Not saying you should not shoot back, Colonel."

She did not, really.

And that gets an approving grin right back. "I wish Dr. Augustine would say the same thing once in a while."

"Well, what not shooting back would accomplish but more deaths on your side?" Jordan rolls eyes. "You see, that's the problem with pacifists, they say you're wrong, but do they offer any options but 'sit back and let them kill us or worse'?"

Of course, her own solutions are rather... extreme.

"Oh, sometimes it's 'Just shoot to scare them' instead, which works so much better..."

The two should talk solutions. Quaritch might just approve of one or two of them.

"Oh, it should work, until they notice you're not aiming..." And then you're in real trouble.

Silly pacifists. "You do not use a weapon to scare people." She grins a bit to the Colonel, leaning back more to look at him...

...and offer a view of cleavage.

"No, you use a weapon to kill the person...or thing...trying to kill you. And if it scares a few others off..." The Colonel smiles just a bit. "...then that's one fight you don't have to fight, which I'll always call a win."

And yes, the Colonel gets a good view of the sights...although he does make a point of not being too obvious about it.

"I bet Doctor Pacifist would change points of view quickly while under fire." People without the guts to use a weapon often do.

Jordan deliberately adjusts her bikini top, likely flashing something interesting. "So, you're one of the good guys, but not a goody-two-shoes. You're not afraid of doing what needs to be done."