nexus_crossings | (no dupes) Too many sweets. Just. Too many.

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(no dupes) Too many sweets. Just. Too many.

After the weapons' test on Jedha was a great success, that night (or what passes as "night" on the Death Star) Krennic is en route to his personal quarters to do a little private celebration. Technically, he throws a party in the officers' lounge, the one for high-ranking officers (although of course the petty officers and tech people are welcome to celebrate in their own lounges), but he avoided coming there right now since he heard that the Grand Moff is there, stealing his spotlight. Krennic knows that he can't possibly avoid him forever, but a drink or two from his own personal collection, and he would be gold dealing with his archrival and the bane of his existence. However, when he exited the turbolift to his level, he came out in a...strange place instead of the usual corridor with stormtroopers patrolling through it.

He ended up in the Plaza of the Nexus. He was first confused, then irritated, and started asking around (demanding more like) about where in the stars he is, and got the same explanation. Krennic couldn't really accept it, thinking that this was some sort of a weird dream or a holographic prank someone played on him (most likely Tarkin, to keep him out from his own party celebrating his own greatness), but while he is still in the phase of denial, a random someone foisted him with a bag of sweets, telling him "Happy Halloween" and left before Krennic could accost him, and then another, and then another. In the end, he ended up with too much sweets--foreign sweets that he had never even seen before--his hands full of it, and what's worse, one of those idiots who forcefully gave him that told him that he had a nice costume. They think he was dressing up for this weird "Halloween" event, whatever the kriff it is.

He should probably sit down, or drop all the sweets, or better yet, throw them to somebody's face since that's how infuriated Krennic is right now, but as it stands, he's currently standing in the middle of the plaza with hands full of sweets. Someone please help him.

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"Really?" Krennic said, not really interested in where this conversation is going, because he only cares about one thing: getting back to his own celebration party and stop Tarkin from stealing his spotlight because clearly, the Death Star was his achievement, not the old man's. "That's interesting. I used to date a scientist. Well, not really dating, but something like that. That's irrelevant though." A slight pause, and he took her in. Really took her in. "Why did you date a clown? You're pretty enough for something better."

Perhaps there is a little flirting in there, but you may never know for sure. After all, Krennic still isn't really over his nocturnal carousing days. And celebrations? Well...it mostly means hooking up with someone, because he desperately needed to forget someone else. "Different worlds and universes? Really? What the kriff. I really do need to get back to my own party. My boss will be hogging the spotlight if I'm stuck here. After all, our weapons test was successful." then he paused for a moment, realising that he'd divulged what should have been classified information. But if this was really a meeting place of worlds, then it doesn't matter. "That's classified information, but I don't suppose it matters here."

There is another pause as Krennic veered off towards the nearest table and dumped all his candies there, snagging one chocolate bar and an interesting-looking candy when he thinks Harley isn't looking. "What kind of interesting stuff?" he went back to her. "Then I think we could dispense with the tricks. I've had enough weird stuff for a day."

He doesn't know it, but he just opened the biggest can of worms ever, by flirting with her. Even that little is just enough. And she moves closer, wrapping an arm around his waist with another bright smile.

"I am pretty special." Harley purrs. "And you should see me in my regular outfit. Honest to goodness, it has less fabric than what I am wearing now."

"As for hurrying to get back, we can look for your door back to your world, if that is what you want. I know that for most people, when they come here... time sort of freezes back in their own dimension. So no one even knows you are gone."

"And don't worry Mistah. I am good at keeping classified information secret."

She has to drop her touch when he veered off towards the nearest table to dump his candies. Then she smiles when he returns. "Do Imperial Officers like being guided around? I could take you on a little tour, while you are here."

Krennic wasn't the slightest bit surprised when she moved closer and wrapped an arm around his waist--he'd dealt with girls like her before, from the days of his youth, and he doesn't mind, either. It was at least good distraction, and lessened the stress of landing in somewhere that's apparently where different worlds and universes meet, or something. He wondered what kind of universe this woman is from. He doesn't even know her name yet. He gave her his most charming, flirtatious smile. "Why, yes, it seems like you are," he said, still smiling at her. "And that sounds...interesting. I would like to see that." a brief pause, as he let that sink in, drinking her in. She really is pretty, but the riot of colour was rather distracting, and not in a good way. It doesn't really matter though. "I don't think I caught your name yet, special girl. I'm Director Krennic, but you can call me Orson."

He didn't push her away just yet, but looks serious at what she said next, mulling it over. "Time freezes? No one even knows I'm gone? Really? Well that's...convenient." and that means he doesn't have to worry any longer about going back, even if he still doesn't quite believe it, or her. "Good. That one is top secret. We destroyed an entire city, you know."

Well, Krennic just had to brag about it to someone. And if that someone happens to be a pretty girl he just randomly meet in the Nexus, then so be it. "And of course. I'd like to look around a bit, if time freezes like you said. I still wonder how that could happen, but I suppose I could do the figuring out a little later. For the time being..." he smiles at her again. "You could take me on a tour."

"I'm Harley Quinn. Most people just call me Harley. Or Harls." She smiles. "It is very nice to meet you Orson."

"That is what I was told. And I have been here... for months now."

She tilts her head at the bragging about destroying an entire city. It doesn't seem like such a big deal to her. She has seen a lot of carnage in her life. But she lets him have his moment. It seems important to him.

"Let us start with my favorite place, a pub just down the street. Have you eaten yet? I like breaking the ice over drinks and food."

"It is very nice to meet you too, Harley," Krennic said, giving her an appreciative look. There are other people milling around in the Plaza, but no one seemed to take a notice of them now, until a woman comes along and, like before, randomly gave them a bunch of sweets, but this time at least Krennic wasn't alone. "More of this?" he sighs, a little resigned to his fate now. "Seriously?"

And then came the horror when he heard that she's been here for months. "Months? Seriously? If we can just find a door to our universes, as you said-" he thought about this for a moment. "-why don't you just go home?"

He reckoned that there is nothing for her back home if she's not in such a hurry to get back, unlike him, but it's usually common courtesy to ask. Innocently. With an appropriately curious, fake innocent look. Then he could see that she wasn't really impressed with what he said about Jedha, so it's time to up his game. At least Harley let Krennic has his moment. He loves moments, in case it wasn't obvious already. "We destroyed it from space. We could have destroyed the entire moon, but-" he gnashed his teeth in frustration. "My superior officer wouldn't let me. I built the entire battle station--my achievement--and he won't let me. But enough about him. Yes, let's go to the pub," he tried to push his anger aside, giving her some sort of a half-smile. "I like the same thing too. What a coincidence."

Harley grins brightly when she gets more sweets. And they go into her hat. "Hey, if you don't like sweet things, then you are with the wrong gal..."

She shrugs at his question. "When I left my world, I was being shot at. By a lot of guns. All at the same time. Plus, they keep me in a cell there. Why would I want to go back to that?"

She takes his arm, guiding him towards the pub in question. "From space? Huh? I have only been in space a few times. It is really awesome when you get that view of looking down on a planet, and it looks so small."

"Awwww darling, you got a superior officer who won't play dirty? That ain't right." Once they reach the pub, she leads him to a booth in the back.

"I only like certain kinds of sweet things," he said, looking at her while he said that. "And the Empire does look down upon sweet things. I haven't eaten anything sweet since, oh, stars, forever. I suppose." he gave her his share of candies, except for the one chocolate bar and the one interesting candy he stashed from the earlier loot. "Here, you can have mine, Harley, if you liked them so much."

He looked at her curiously at what she said next. Well, that explains it then. "Of course," he said, the very picture of understanding. She's a criminal, but at least it seems like she understood the value of doing things that needed to be doing. He despised criminality and upholds order as much as the next Imperial, but he reserved judgment...for now. Krennic knows that it's impolite to pry too much, anyway. "I would do the same if I were you."

He smiled when she takes his arm and guides him towards the pub, his cape sweeping behind him. It really wasn't a far walk, and they attracted more than a couple of looks, but Krennic likes to think it's for a good reason. He knows that he's very dashing, after all. And that he was with a beautiful girl. "Yes. A planet does look so small, isn't it, up there from space? And then imagine destroying one with a single button..." he sighs. "We could have destroyed not only Saw Gerrera's Rebels but also send a message to the rest of the Rebellion. But once more, my superior officer has a stick up his ass."

Krennic knows what it means when she led him to a booth in the back--she either wanted total privacy, or she wanted to continue flirting with him, and maybe do something more, and he's fine with either three. They do need privacy, after all. He loves and thrives on attention, especially on himself and his achievements (and there are many), but even someone important like him needs some privacy.

"He's just holding a grudge at me because I failed to kill him in that small war I engineered for him all those years ago," he complained, after they sat down. Their conversation was briefly interrupted by a waitress, and he ordered a whiskey. At least they have whiskey here, even if the names are weird. "What a shame. That was a failure of mine that I'm not proud of. He should have died," Krennic snarled. "That would make things so much better. I could have destroyed the entire moon, without him."

"You belong to an organization that looks down sweet things. Man, I would hate that." Harley is a certain kind of special that from the sounds of things, his Empire might not want around. She sees the eggshells there. She knows how to walk carefully around them, while still enjoying her time.

His stash of candies disappear into her hat. And she smiles brightly.

Once they are settled into the booth, Harley kicks up her legs, and leans beside him, getting nice and comfortable. She orders a strawberry daiquiri from the waitress. And finds a large sucker from her stash of candy to lick, while they wait. Her entire act definitely supports his thoughts on why they needed privacy.

"It sounds like he needs to get laid."

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"It's not so bad," Krennic shrugs. "Once you get used to it. I haven't eaten real food in a couple of days too, only those damned ration bars and nutritious milks," he crinkled his nose in a disgusted and disdained look that has by now becomes him. "I might order real food while we're here. But how do you pay? Do they accept Imperial credits?"

That's an important question to ask. Onboard the Death Star, he could easily put it in his tab, and even when it's not, at least Krennic knows he's able to pay, well, more than able, in fact.

"Careful eating all those candies," he said with a teasing smile. "You might get a toothache."

Then she leans beside him after they placed their orders, getting real nice and comfortable, and Krennic doesn't really mind, unsurprisingly. He still thinks about a certain person--a certain man--and this time it isn't his boss, but someone else, someone important, but more and more, he finds it easy to forget about him. So he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, getting real nice and comfortable, too.

"Are you offering?" he teased, can't help but laughed a little imagining it. "He has a stick up his ass, and he's an old man. Older than me. Might not really be your type. But I agree." he felt that he could be himself around her, not having to put on airs or pretend that he cares about anything or anyone else besides himself and his goals. "He does need to get laid. Or kick the bucket."

"What do you want? They pretty much serve anything here..." Harley hands him an extensive menu. "And don't worry about paying. I got it covered."

"There is a Nexus terminal near the doors, where you can exchange your currency, for one that is used around the Nexus. I will show it to you later." And she has not decided about telling him about the other vending machines yet. Especially regarding the one with the Nexus PINpoints.

"You make it sound like I would judge a person on their age." Harley teases him right back. "But from the sounds of it, he just might die of shock if I showed up and offered to 'de-stress' him." She makes air quotes with her fingers.

He took the menu that she offered, looking over it, frowning because nothing sounds familiar to him. Well, certain things sounds like some things he knows, but Krennic isn't sure if it's quite the same thing. At least there is a fair variation in the menu. He looked at her, smiling slightly. "Why don't you suggest something to me? Since you're the one paying. And of course, you don't have to worry about it, I will pay you back later." he tilted his head, just the merest hint of suggestion in his voice, but mostly teasing. "In however way you want, Harley."

Then the waitress shows up with their drinks, and Krennic took his drink and sipped it gratefully, but still listened to her explanation about how this Nexus place works. "I see. So they do have their own currency. I'd guessed that."

He had to smile at what she said next, with just the merest hint of cruelty and loathing to it. He did hate Tarkin. Even more so now thinking about him stealing his spotlight in the celebration party, even if time did freeze while Krennic was here. He'd probably end the party early too. That old man did love ruining his fun. "Oh, of course that is not my intention, but he is an old man. I didn't know how he gained the Emperor's trust, but I'm planning to take his place. After I found another way to get rid of him, of course. Or gain control of the Death Star." he smirked, more relaxed now after having a little alcohol in his system. The whiskey doesn't quite taste right, but it was better than nothing. "He probably will. And good riddance," he said, tilting his head to look at her. "Of course, you can always do better..."

It is nice timing when the waitress comes back with their drinks. Harley orders a nacho platter (her favorite) and a large all dressed pizza, with cheese-stuffed crust. She just hopes that her guest will appreciate the food, when it comes.

"In whatever way I want. Deal." He just made a deal with the devil. Poor boy.

"A lot of places do accept other currency. There are also lots of places that will gladly barter for their goods. The shops here seem to get it... that people coming here might not have the Nexus currency available."

And she knows that he likely has another offer for her, when he looks at her and tells her that she could do better. And so she stretches one arm up to rest around his neck, while tilting her head to look at him better. "You got someone special in mind?"

He will appreciate real food either way, because as he said, living from eating ration bars and drinking nutritious milk is no life at all. Of course, as a high-ranking senior officer, Krennic has special privileges, which is why he said he'd only done that for the past couple of days instead of forever, but it's still generally frowned upon in the Empire, and thus, like everyone else, he tried to keep face. Although he generally doesn't care. He only raised an eyebrow when she ordered the food, but otherwise was distracted.

Distracted by her. Her proximity, to be exact. He still thinks her makeup and costume was pretty much hideous (Krennic appreciates minimalism, not a riot of colour), and her criminal background gave him a pause, not to mention that he had just arrived here--even if he is king of bad decisions and is attracted to her to some degree, hooking up with your guide is probably just about the worst idea you can think of--but Krennic was distracted, either way. She was so...loose, so free, and he doesn't mean it in a bad way. Most of the men and women in the Imperial Military were so stiff, and they were usually just glad for the chance to sleep with a superior officer, mostly for a favour or to advance their way up the rung. It was of course technically illegal and highly frowned upon, but it happens, and he's guilty as charged.

"But," he said, holding up a finger, smiling slightly, trying to get his head out of the gutter. "I have a choice to accept or refuse, when payback time comes. Deal?"

He's not completely stupid or as naive to absolutely trust someone he just met, especially not a pretty girl who used to work in a circus, and a criminal on the run at that. Krennic didn't climb all the way up to where he is right now by being trusting and naive.

"You should have told me that, so I could treat you instead," he said, still lightly teasing her. "No, I'm joking, since you're my guide, please feel free to treat me." he's planning to outdo her later, of course, with his "payback". He was thinking dinner, or something, but that sounds so...romantic. And they're practically strangers, plus they're not like that. He got distracted by this train of thought when Harley rested an arm around his neck, casually, taking a closer look at him, her gaze...inviting. Krennic swallowed, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

"No," he lied through his teeth. "Not really. Do you?"

And to Harley, Krennic is very different than most other people she hangs out with. He seems very put together. But she knows he has his demons. Who doesn't.

Harley has to laugh when he makes the point about having a choice to accept or refuse. "Sweetheart, don't worry. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to do. I have been on that side of the coin. It ain't fun."

When he decides not to venture bravely at her last question, Harley smiles all the same. "I have all sorts of special friends. It is nice to know that there are people who I can just be me around... ya'know?"

Confidence is easy to fake, and Krennic is the sort of person who would fake it til he makes it. That pretty much sums up his entire life. And he probably knows that she knows about his demons by now, since he had divulged to her not only his recent achievement (which is classified information) but also his personal feelings towards his boss, and also how easy it is to destroy a planet from space from onboard the Star of Death. Things like that. Good bonding moment.

He was surprised at that, though. For a moment he seemed to be at loss for words. Then he remembered that people usually showed sympathy of sorts when someone else said something like that. "That's good," he ventured. "I won't think it's fun either. And...I'm sorry to hear that."

It sounds genuine enough, at least. Krennic's a little out of practise, but he kind of likes her (sexual attraction aside) so it was a little genuine. Sort of.

"Yes, I know," he said, pulling away from her just to finish his drink in a large gulp. "I used to have one. A very special friend indeed."

"It wasn't that bad. I wasn't the only one in the situation. And I was the first one to be freed..." It was the one moment that she was glad for Mistah J. He saved her from having Waller control her for the rest of her life.

She bats her eyes up at him, when he mentions that he once had a very special friend. Emphasis on the special. "What happened?"

Krennic motions for the nearest waitress to refill his drink, then returned his gaze to her. "That why you said they were out looking for you, guns blazing?" her situation sounded more complex than he previously thought, or so it seems. Then again, criminals are really good at playing the pity fiddle. Krennic out of all people knows that best. He drums his gloved fingers impatiently on the table before leaning back on his seat again, returning to his former position with Harley.

"Oh, it's complicated," Krennic growled. Standard response. "I don't really want to talk about it. But we were something, years ago when we were students together. Then..." he trailed off, shrugging. "He was a genius, you see. I needed his expertise for my weapon. But he wouldn't do it."

"Oh no... that is not why the guns were blazing. My team goes on difficult missions all the time. And we were in the middle of a small fight, and I rolled through a door for more cover, and ended up here..."

She raises an eyebrow at the growling. "He didn't want to live for you? Shame."

"So you're a fighter," Krennic said, trying to place her. Here he thought she was probably just a wanted criminal, or something like that. And it's clear that she wore her demons on her sleeve, too. But now he's processing all the bits and pieces of information that Harley has told him so far, only interrupted when his drink was refilled, and once more he took a grateful sip of it. He could get used to the taste. "I like that." he told her, smiling. "What about your team? Are they like you? What kind of people are they?"

His expression darkens again when they return to the topic of Galen, and he took another large gulp of his whiskey. "It was more than that," he said, a little anger making its way into his voice. "He loves his dead wife and his kriffing pacifism more than me, or helping me achieve my rightful place in the Empire," Krennic spat out. "Good thing my Death Troopers shot his wife. She shot me too, that little bitch." there was a pause, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "So I wanted a little distraction, if you get what I mean. And if you don't mind."

"We are sort of like a rag-tag team of mercenaries for hire. Mostly, we work for the government, when they have a difficult assignment. Which is why they call us the 'Suicide Squad'." Harley explains.

"We all have our own special abilities. It can be an interesting time."

She listens careful when he speaks of the other man. "Getting shot hurts." That was her two cents to the conversation.

Then she arches an eyebrow. "I am not distracting enough for ya?"

"So they sent you out to die?" Krennic said, dryly. It's not hard to tell, from what she told him. "Your government seems impractical. We had the stormtrooper corps for that," he said, sipping his drink, waiting for the food. "They did the dirty work. The Navy did the rest."

His interest perked up at special abilities, though. After all, he's not in the Advanced Weapons Research Division without good reason. "Special abilities? Like what? Are you genetically engineered?" he paused, studying her again, this time with a scientist's eye. A weapons' engineer's eyes. "I created a squad of genetically engineered soldiers. We have yet to manage to create special abilities, but perhaps if the Emperor didn't kill all the Jedi..." he pressed his lips together, knowing that it's heresy to speak against the Emperor, and at the same time remembering someone else, who's...unclear if he's dead or alive, but clearly had special abilities. "Anyway, I know someone who had special abilities," he shuddered. "Not personally, anyway. I heard he chokes officers to death without touching them, if they displeased him in some way."

A pause fell between them, a serious one. "Yeah," Krennic said, hand instinctively going to his right shoulder. It was the one where Lyra had shot him. "It still hurts, sometimes. Needs a lot of bacta to be healed properly."

He was clearly glad for the topic change, and put down his drink on the table, pulling her closer by the waist. "You're plenty distracting enough for me, darling. That's the thing."

"They figure no one would miss us, if we die." Harley tells him frankly. "Guess my team would be the equivalent of your stormtroppers."

She nods at his next question. "Oh hell yeah I am. I have all sorts of nice things in my bag of tricks."

Like how she is matching him drink to drink, but doesn't seem affected at all.

When he pulls her closer by the waist, Harley shifts her position, so she is practically sitting in his lap. "Good or bad thing?"

"Yes, I suppose so," he said, not really interested in this conversation anymore. "The stormtroopers served their purpose, though. We all play our part in the Imperial War machine."

Although it is definitely hard to concentrate on all the talk about war and death and weapons, what's with her on his lap and her proximity...and she's so different from all the women Krennic has been with, especially in the Imperial military. It reminded him of when he was young in the Futures Program, but even then all the girls--and boys--were so dedicated, so...ambitious. Just like him. But they were all so stiff, too. He was precisely attracted to Galen because he had been different, and now he was similarly attracted to Harley--sexually--because she was so different, too. He laughed at what she said next. "Oh, so that's what you mean when you say that I don't want to be at the receiving end of your tricks. Good one, darling."

He doesn't quite notice that, just a bit--too busy distracted by her and her proximity and the closeness of their bodies. The waitress arrived bringing their food, but Krennic doesn't seem to notice, either, and she quickly scurries away, not wanting to disturb them.

"Good thing, definitely," Krennic purrs, smiling invitingly. This is a bad, bad decision. But he's pretty much the king of bad decisions.

[[ ooc: should we like...take this elsewhere cos this is getting frisky and idk the rules for that lmao ]]

And Harley is the queen of bad decisions. And there is a long moment of silence, as she just stares at him, deciding if this particular bad decision is one that she wants to follow up with.

Then without reason, she laughs. And then moves off his lap, to sit beside him again. It is time to try to do the right thing.

"Food is here, darling. Ya gotta try this pizza!"

Oh, yes, there is definitely that moment where they stared at each other--not exactly amorously or invitingly--as they tried to determine whether or not this particular bad decision is something they wanted to follow all the way to the finish line, or at least halfway through. It was obvious that Harley faced the same dilemma as him. Krennic was a little relieved--although also annoyed--when she moves off his lap, and the waitress arrived with their food, just looking a little bit miffed because she thought she had interrupted a moment. Krennic wanted to snort at that.

"I think I've eaten something like this before," he said, picking up one of the pizza and observed it closely. "But that was years ago. It looks..." he looked at it, trying to determine whether or not it's going to be good. His gut feeling said so, so he took a bite. "Tasty. Sort of. But also weird."

you do! I liked her <3

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this cannot end well

makes it even more interesting

yes. two villains walk into a pub...

will only one walk out? dun dun dun!

kiss kiss trade one daddy for another

Mistah K has a nice ring to it

or Director Daddy

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