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 Okay, so Hokulani wasn’t entirely into illegal things. Not entirely. But in the name of art, rules had to be broken. Especially with such an opportunity like this one. In this particular city, there was a clear division between the classes, and Hoku was... well, she was certainly on the poorer side. But art transcended such silly social constraints, able to connect people on a spiritual level.Â
She had to catch a few buses to get where she needed to go uptown, and it was obvious she did not belong thee, not with her wild hair and torn jeans that clung to her bottom and simple tank top. Her worn out messenger bag bounced on her hip. Given where she was going, she probably should have dressed up, try and blend in, but she really did not own anything like that.Â
State of the Arts was the hottest art gallery in the city, if not the country. And for one night only it was hosting work from some of the greatest artists in the country. Hoku just had to be there. The only problem was that admittance was by invitation only, as the owner of the gallery was... well, to put it bluntly, an elitist prick. Or at least, that was what she heard about Khan Noonien Singh. His knowledge of art was unparalleled- so she read -but he gave off the vibe that, as a multimillionaire, he was better than most, like the rest of those that ran in his circle were.Â
Not that Hoku cared. She just wanted to see the art his gallery was hosting.Â
Arriving to the gallery in the evening, she nearly lost her nerve. There were a couple of valets parking cars that were probably worth more than the entire block she lived on. Men in black ties and glamorous women in a verity of expensive dresses in vivid colors made their way into the gallery. She recognized some of them; actors and actresses, music artists, athletes, entrepreneurs, and even some politicians. People who would never associate with her in a million years. Unless she were serving them somehow.Â
Despite the security, she somehow managed to get it- someone had left a back door unlocked, possibly the caterers. Lucky her! Every wall, every light, was set up with precise care to show off each piece exquisitely. While plenty people ignored her, there were still others who did take notice; she certainly stood out, not only in her clothing, but her appearance as well. Not that she paid anyone any mind. She did take a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, less to drink (though she certainly sipped at it) than to have something to do with her hands.Â
She took her time, moving from one painting to another only when she was done taking in the beauty of the previous painting. The rapture was evident on her face. She wanted to go up to the second floor to see the rest, but she decided against it. The stair\case was wide open and people would easily see her. Not that they couldn’t see her now.
 Hoku was so enthralled with the many paintings, that she did not notice the pair of security guards coming toward her with purpose in their black suits and earpieces. They either spotted her, or someone informed them that there was clearly someone present without an invitation.
            “Perhaps she CAN.”
[  he’d heard of the Harts’ brief expedition – more of a   lesson than an official assignment, really – which he   kept an eye on for most of the day. satisfied that they   weren’t going to level an entire city block, he turned to   other matters before visiting Anna in her rooms.  ]
           [  he is still reeling from the possibility that the two of              them might have been seen, but finds himself being              lulled into complacency as she speaks.  ]
“And I believe she already has. I’m impressed that you did not destroy any buildings. This was your first time to fly a shuttle, correct? There should have been a path of destruction in your wake. And yet…the city is surprisingly intact.”
Anna sits up completely now on her bed in her quarters, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. She understands his concern, she really does. After all she had been the one to tell her brother that it might not have been a good idea to go out and about for some flying practice. But he insisted he wanted to teach his sister a thing or two, and he was itching to fly again after being away for so long. Nevermind the fact that upon his return he had flown as it was, but he wanted something more leisurely.
   “When we were in the Academy, we had to take a few classes    on how to operate shuttles. Though I never actually got to fly a    real one, I did learn how it all worked and what to do incase of    an emergency....” She rolled her hand, trailing off basically.    Learning the ropes was different from flying of course, but she    had her brother there incase things went south....
...south meaning crashing and burning.
But Anna smiles up at her captain nonetheless, showing him everything went smoothly and they were back now, unseen.
"What's got you in such a good mood?"
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   “Can’t a lieutenant have a really good day?” Anna is becoming coy right now,    and at least it’s an improvement to how she might have been a long time ago.    You could say reuniting family - family she thought she had lost - really boosted    the mood. Hers had changed for the best she thought. “Jared’s one of the best    pilots I know,” she goes on to explain why she’s riding a high today. “He was    giving me a lesson in flying one of the shuttles. It was pretty…fun.”
“I get all tingly when you break into cars like that.”
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“Calm your hormones.”
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Fire doesn't always mean pain. It could be the life saving heat of a near by flame or the burning inside a person. The word fire held many meanings to Rou. Right now she was fire. She felt the flames licking up within her as her mind struggled through the burning pain it had become. But above that, putting the pain in her body away, she was flame. Flickering and dangerous in it's entirety. And focused on the man before her. "I know your face."
