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15 MINUTES EARLIER

Adra Tallon glared at Nicola Afyon and Asyr Sei'lar. This was really starting to get ridiculous. "Pilot Girl, it doesn't matter what you say, B- Wings might be more high-tech, but an X-Wing will win any day!"

"Over a B-Wing perhaps, but not over an A-Wing. They're faster and as maneuverable as a TIE or clawcraft!" Nicola interjected.

"Yeah, but you can't fit two people into an A-Wing or X-Wing without it getting quite cozy in there, like you can with a B-Wing!" Asyr protested.

Annoyed, Nicola grabbed her flight helmet off of the shelf behind her and used the Force to toss Adra and Asyr their respective helmets. "Okay you two, into the simulators!"

Catching her helmet, Adra started to put it on and headed towards on of the X-Wing simulators when a strong and familiar hand reached out to stop her. Turning towards its owner, she came face to face with one Face Loran, her boyfriend, who seemed to be quite nervous.

"Um, Adra, can I talk to you privately?" he asked.

Asyr opened her mouth to object but went silent as Nicola mentally elbowed her and gave her "the look."

A tad confused, Adra turned back to Face. "Sure." Tossing her helmet back to Nicola, she followed her boyfriend out of the room. For some odd reason, Kell, Cloud, Ryok, Bror, Elix, and Nicola were all silent and watching her and Face.

This could be either good, or it could be bad, since Face was nervous. Either he was breaking up with her or -. No, she wouldn't even dare to hope.

Breathing deeply, she followed Face into his office, silently reciting the Jedi Code.
There is no emotion; there is peace.

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.

There is no passion; there is serenity.

There is no death; there is the Force.

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Taking a seat as indicated, she switched sarcasm to off.

"Adra, I truly love you..." Face started to say. That was good news; he wasn't breaking up with her. She stared into those emerald green eyes, almost getting lost in them. And then, she heard the words.

"Adra Tallon, will you marry me?"

Adra Tallon, will you marry me? Adra Tallon, will you marry me? Adra Tallon, will you marry me? Adra Tallon, will you marry me? Adra Tallon, will you marry me? The words kept echoing in her head.

She gaped at Face for a minute. She started to give a breathless, love-struck yes, but then an image of Nicola came to her. Hmm, would she just give a breathless yes? No. Switch sarcasm to on.

She yanked her hands free and raised one, as if to slap him across the face, but then paused, hand frozen in midair. "You swear by the Force, eh? How am I supposed to take that as reassurance? You're not even Force-sensitive!"

Adra let her hand fly the back of said hand hitting him across the face. "Is that all I am? An 'amazing' pilot, a Sithin' loyal friend, and a pretty face? Gee, that makes me feel like a holostar! Not. Sorry, I'm not the type of girl who'll go running into the first set of open arms and say yes to the first proposal she gets. I mean, if you hadn't proposed in such a vapin' ridiculous way, you'd probably get a yes, but considering you've just admitted what you're really thinking about, I guess I'll just say, 'thanks Face, but let's see if you can't try doing better with the next person you ask to marry you'. Quite frankly, I don't know who you think you're in love with, but it's not this Adra Tallon!"