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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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Kika smiles and takes off her bag, leaving even her datapad here, this time only taking a camera, “So act like somebody forced me to go to a ball? So act natural is what I’m hearing.” She smiles and looks up at Jack, “And I have to pretend that I don’t like you while pretending I like you for the sake of appearance.” She smiles even wider, “This is going to be a fun mission. Who’s the poolboy by the way?”
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“Dead. These people have issues.”
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Kika frowns and looks down, “Damn…so much for that plan.” Kika looks up at Jack and then to his clothing, “Should we…you know, get a spare change of clothes?”
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<i>Jack looked down at his faded jeans, destroyed sneakers and old leather jacket.</i>
“Right, right right. In the back. I also brought some shaving equipment.” <i>Jack said, itching the overgrown stubble on his cheek.</i>
“I don’t know what size dress you are and I don’t want to be disrespectful and try to guess, so I bought every size of around four or five dresses for you to pick. Same goes for shoes. I have a suit.” Jack turned on the autopilot, climbing into the back of the ship.
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Kika follows Jack to the back and smiles, “You’re very considerate.” She smiles and gets over to the back where the clothes were, right behind Jack, “Just checking, goal of this is to find out why they’re funding this place for the ball?”
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“It’s listed as a nonprofit ball organization purely for social activity!” Jack shouted in the bathroom, shaving.
“My question is, why would a militia bent on seizing control over every independent government into a single interplanetary dictator network want to form a ball just for social activity?”
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Kika finds a dress of about her size and changes into it. It fit like a…very well made dress. Or a glove. Either would work. The dress was a bright green “Point.”
She takes off her shoes and changes into the matching pair, these ones slightly tighter on her feet than than what was comfortable, but they worked fine.
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Jack came out of the bathroom, clean-shaven with combed hair in a black suit with matching leather shoes.
“Fuck, I hate wearing this. Seems like I’m going to a funeral.”
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Kika smiles and looks at him for a moment, holding up the camera and taking a photo without flash, “Well you still look good, even if you are going to somebody’s funeral.”
Kika then walks into the bathroom and gets her own self freshened up, mostly fixing up her hair and washing off any noticeable dirt, and putting on some good smelling perfume or cologne, “Do you have any scents that don’t smell like weed?”
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Jack dug through some drawers, handing her a stick of deodorant.
“Strawberries.”
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Kika smiles and takes it, putting it on as she is teased by the scent, “Beautiful! Let’s see…appearances, check…clothes, check…biographies, check…” She puts a hand on her chin and thinks…
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“Uh. I think we’re good.”
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Kika nods in agreement, “Alright. How much time is left till we’re there?””
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“Two hours. What do you wanna do?”
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Kika sits back and glances at Jack, “Well…uh…hmm…” She thinks a bit and looks up at him, “I don’t know…”
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