Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 22, 2016 14:00:46 GMT -8
I'm here and ready to roll. Our writing partners on Felucia are swamped offline, so if they need a break, I'll take us out in a week or two. Wade, Wrench and I do the job, shouldn't take long, and then we'll be free.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 18, 2016 20:09:38 GMT -8
Turning his attention to 'Leigh', R2-P47 ('Wrench') introduced himself politely, making mention that he was chief mechanic for the impressive ship behind them. It was a little boastful, but accurate. After a thorough examination of his databases, he found no trace of a bipedal droid such as 'Leigh' (which must have been some sort of Terran colloquialism,) and asked with a little awe and honest curiosity what her primary mission parameters and model designation were.
Droid small-talk. He retrieved the pistol and even though it was the first time he remembered even holding one, he ran through the service checks like it was second nature. Probably was, once upon a time. Satisfied that it was in operable condition, he holstered the weapon, grabbed a few spare power packs, and headed back to the ramp. Malora met him at the top, tossing another handful of power packs into the medium sized duffle bag she was lugging. It was full, and clearly heavy, but she managed well enough. Her gaze snagged on Wade’s choice of weapon, and she grinned. “Found your stuff, I see? Never did like the DC-15s myself, but they were magic in your hands,” she said as she strolled down the ramp with him, shoulder to shoulder. “...of course, that’s not saying much, any weapon was magic in your hands,” she added as they approached Wrench and Leigh. “Here.” Malora hefted the duffle bag across and dumped it in front of Wade with a huff. “You have muscles. Time to earn your keep, Connors.” Flashing him a saucy little smirk, the smuggler dusted off her hands and propped them on her hips, turning to observe the two droids. She’d meant to stay quiet and let them chat; you didn’t run across something like Leigh every day, at least in her world, and Wrench was clearly curious about the towering robot. But if she didn’t do this now, she’d forget. “ ‘scuuuuuse us just one sec, Leigh. Wrench?” She stepped away a few paces and motioned for him to follow. Reaching into her top, Mal retrieved a very small, flat, square data chip where it was tucked into her bra. The chip itself was grey and very basic, but its sides shimmered iridescently with some kind of hard coating. Malora crouched in front of the Astromech, her back to Leigh and Wade, and held the chip out to him. “Think you can hold on to this for me?” she asked quietly. “It’s too important to leave it on the ship, my bra is not a good place for it, and I can’t return it to its old storage spot until we’re done with this job.” She turned it over in her fingers, watching the sheen with a strange mix of awe and disgust. There was no careful reverence in the way she handled it, but there was a strong measure of gravity in her tone, and a degree of fear in her eyes. Karana Malora was rarely scary-serious. And when she was? It was probably time to pay attention. “But, Wrench? The information contained in here… If this thing falls into the wrong hands, we’re looking at a galaxy-wide apocalypse, and that’s not me being melodramatic. Be careful with it. I’m trusting you as I always do. Give it to no one but me. If it looks like someone else is going to get it, destroy it." She took a breath. "Keep it secret, keep it safe.”
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 28, 2016 18:27:54 GMT -8
Wrench rolled out of the UA into the bustling hangar and began working on the Starboard main engine housing. He wasn't about to tear the plating off and begin a full rebuild here and now, but the damage it had sustained... sometime ago (it looked to be years) had resulted in a semi-permanent 8% efficiency and 4% power output drop, which Counterpart_01 and Master Fel had somehow deemed acceptable, and never intended to rectify. There was time for at least a cursory inspection now, and so Wrench began.
Unfortunately, on a ship as old as the YG-4210, digging into one thing often led to eighteen other things, and this was indeed the case here. What began at the aft Starboard propulsion unit, soon led to a power coupling amidships, and several burnt relays in the bowels of the ship. There was no easy solution but to replace, and repair what was repairable. Interestingly, the small astromech found evidence of power being rerouted through systems that should have been impossible. Systems reports indicated that there had been entire bypasses of the life support system to feed addition power to ancillary systems over the past three years. There were fail-safes that should have made that impossible. There was even an entire section related to navigational deflection of the ancient Navacomp that was non-functional, which should have made the kind of corner-cutting jumps that Master Fel was fond of impossible, and highly dangerous.
Repairs and rerouting of power through repaired and bypassed circuits continued, with Wrench noting the abnormalities of the Unfair Advantage. When finally he met Master Fel, he would have several questions about his apparent need to tread closely to death. Wrench! You read me?Malora, trapesing behind Wade, followed Leigh into the hangar, trying to keep up. Both Wade and Leigh had longer legs and were on a roll usin' them. The smuggler bent over her wrist com, talking quickly. Hey. Swinging by the ship to grab a few things before we head out. Looks like these people want us to use their own ship to pick up and transport some fuel, so I'm locking up the UA. I kind of hate leaving her here all alone, so if you wanna stay aboard, I won't mind. Shouldn't take us too long to do this. But if you wanna come with us, I'd welcome your skills. Dunno too much about this vessel of theirs, and we both know Connors and spaceships don't get along.Connors shot her an 'I heard that' look over his shoulder. Malora smirked at him, closing the com link. "Hey, Leigh," she said, jogging to catch up with the robot. "Gotta make a stop at my ship quick. Left a few things I'll need, and I need to fill Wrench in on the plan."A short nod was her only response, and the strange little team navigated the hangar at a decent clip until they arrived at the Unfair Advantage. The ramp was down, and evidence of Wrench's tinkering was evident. Mal grinned as the Astromech came rolling down the gangway. "Wrench! Keeping busy, I see? Come meet our new friend, Leigh." She clomped towards him, tossing a look at Wade over her shoulder. "Connors? You need anything from the ship? Won't be but a minute."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 26, 2016 20:07:44 GMT -8
"I believe half now was our agreement." Leigh proffered her cannon to Malora as she stood, glancing only briefly at Na'an. "You can input your deposit location here. When you get to Corellia, you should see the first half already transferred to your account. The names on the account at the shop are Vidalu Na'an," she said, indicating Na'an with her free hand, "And Leigh. The second half of payment will be given upon Noba's receipt of the manifest. "Na'an watched the Malora's back with her arms crossed, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she watched the black-haired woman fiddle with the buttons on her partner's arm. Malora's hulking buddy--Connors, was it?--was hovering nearby, shooting her a halfway suspicious look that said he didn't believe that either of them had told his Captain everything. And to be fair, they hadn't. Na'an bit the inside of her cheek harder, mulling the last couple of minutes over. It wasn't the first time she'd seen that look on a smuggler's face. In a matter of minutes the details were done. Leigh smiled warmly, gesturing towards the door to escort them to the Hawk. As they made for the exit, however, Na'an lurched to her feet, as if making a sudden decision. She grabbed at the woman's shoulder, turning her halfway back to look her in the eye one more time. "I mean it, Malora, " she said urgently, "Be careful about using our names with anyone but Barrish. And..." she took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing. "And if anyone--I don't care who it is--if anyone mentions the name Aherk Formidonis, you're free to go. You take whatever you've got at the time and you bail."
Her grip tightened almost painfully on Malora's shoulder, the skin going briefly white on the knuckles. "You can keep the fuel and the money, but I don't want Noba involved with that guy."She heard Leigh make a small abrupt sound--the sound of her audio circuits snapping off in surprise. For a brief moment, Malora's heart froze and plummeted into her stomach, and her smuggler bravado slipped as she saw (and felt. Ouch. The woman had one helluva grip) the look on Na'an's face, heard the stress in her voice. And there was something about that name… "Wait, Formidonis?" She stared at Na'an like she was on the brink of remembering something game-changing. Maybe she was. She could have sworn the name had come up in one of Vyra's old holo-messages, before she'd up and disappeared (not that Malora cared much). But it was more than that. It felt creepily familiar, and when she said it in her mind, it wasn't her voice… Mal blinked. "Huh…Never heard of him." Why worry Na'an now? She couldn't put her finger on the memory, so she let it go and ignored the anxiety in her stomach, pulling on her best reassuring expression and adding a little half smile. "But hey. Thanks for the warning. Don't worry; we got this. The fuel's gonna get there, Noba's gonna be safe, and if this guy shows up, I'll keep him off your tail best I can."
Firmly, but not unkindly, Mal reached around and disengaged Na'an's hand from her shoulder, giving the woman's thin fingers a short squeeze before letting go. "Dealing with bad guys? Saving farms? This is what we do." And she clapped Na'an's shoulder before whirling around and following Leigh and Wade through the door. "Pleasure doin' business with you, Vidalu Na'an. Next time, pick a bar. Drinks are on me!" she called over her shoulder with a mock salute. And then the smuggler, the gladiator, and the giant robot disappeared down the hallway.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 25, 2016 20:24:30 GMT -8
"Uh huh…" Malora surveyed the two with no evidence of the tiny knot of anxiety growing in her stomach. If a badass robot and a tough Force user were nervous about this tracker threat, it made her nervous. But she kept it under wraps. Not that showing a little concern in the face of danger was a bad thing, but it didn't do good things to your reputation in her world.
"Well!" Malora slapped her palms on her knees, rubbing absentmindedly at the cloth of her pants, and gave the two a small smile. "Won't have to worry about us passing your names around because we don't know them. No need to share, if you think that makes it easier." The smuggler mulled the information over in her mind. "Dantooine, huh? Haven't been there in a very long time… But it all sounds kosher, for the most part. I'd ask for details on this tracker you're worried about, but it sounds like a long story and time's a'tickin'. Besides…" She threw Wade a smirk, nodding at him. "…I've got backup, and if it's one thing I'm good at, it's talking my way out of shit."
She stood, stretching. "One last thing, though. As far as payment goes…" Malora angled her gaze a little, blue eyes probing. "…half now, half after? Or you got other ideas?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 24, 2016 17:28:26 GMT -8
"Mhmmm. Few months back." Na'an stretched her arms over her head, arcing her back slightly. "Local bandits. We managed to save the crops, but they got to the boss's fuel cache. Harvest's in a few weeks, but without starship fuel it can't get offworld to the farm's clients."Leigh leaned against a nearby wall, her visual array focused on the comlink in her arm. Now that negotiations were in full swing, there was no need to keep her eye on the two women on the mat. "Na'an and I were sent on a salvage mission to purchase more from a supplier on Corellia. A fairly routine procedure--confirm salvage licenses, gather loose scrap from abandoned starships, then sell for a profit that can then be used to buy the fuel. Fortunately, we managed to sell the scrap before encountering several...diversions."At the mention of diversions, both woman and droid seemed to darken momentarily. Then Na'an shook her head slightly, returning to the topic. "It's not important what those were, don't worry about that. Long story short, though, those diversions led us here instead of going to Corellia, and resulted in a few, um, legal matters that mean we can't leave yet. But our employer's waiting for that fuel and it can't wait, which is where you come in." "You want us to deliver the fuel." Malora cracked her knuckles, gaze following Wade as he came to sit across from the two. Even after everything he'd gone through, the man still moved with the same warrior's finesse in everything he did. She nodded slowly. "That we can do. We've fought worse than local raiders – and won. Shouldn't be much of an issue if they come callin' again. Tell me about your boss." Malora watched the robot leaning against the wall, turning back to the Jedi next to her on the mat with slightly raised eyebrows. "Anything in particular I should know? Are we delivering directly to them, or…?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 23, 2016 21:09:05 GMT -8
"Eh." Mal shrugged as she settled cross-legged next to the Jedi on the mat. "Anyone'll tell you I'm no social butterfly, but if it helps with the job, I'll listen." This was shaping up to be all kinds of interesting. The smuggler watched the woman with curiosity; she'd never met a Force user with her kind of…personality, and that was a compliment. So many of the Jedi she'd interacted with were rigid cookie-cutter copies of a lofty idea, friendly but distant, all flashy heroics and two-cent catch phrases. To her, at least concerning those she'd met, they'd never seemed quite 'human', like a massive part of who they were as individuals was missing.
This one, though? This peculiar woman and her giant robot friend? She had some grit. Brains, too. Mal watched the smile turn her mouth, flicker in her tone. She was pretty when she smiled.
"Farm, home, dire straits." Malora nodded attentively. "There was a raid?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 23, 2016 16:27:52 GMT -8
"Woooow! Okay, uh…" Malora shifted ever so slightly between the Force-wielder and Wade, eyebrows raised, and nodded. She waved a hand around, gesturing to all accompanied, but mostly to Wade and the woman. "This is fun; any other day, I'm all for trading jabs, but let's get back on track here," she snarked, words a bit more prickly than she'd intended, but the peculiarly abrasive manner of the woman and Wade's responses had the conversation steering in a direction Malora had no desire to go on her first 'solo' job. So, she grabbed the wheel and adopted a no-nonsense tone she hadn't used in a very long time.
"You want reassurance." Malora could read between the lines here. She fixed the stand-offish female with a sharp gaze. "I get it. You need this job to go smoothly, we don't look like much, and this galaxy is full of people who do not 'play nice'. I could throw assuring words at you until I'm blue in the face, run down the list of credentials and our accomplishments, tell you that when I make a contract, I follow through no matter what, but something tells me you DO, in fact, trust Cannon Girl's thoroughly researched assessment of us, and you're just testing us right now. You aren't worried about our qualifications as a crew, you're worried about us as people, and you wanted to look us in the eyes and see what we are for yourself." Mal stepped half an inch closer. Not in a threatening way, more in a 'hear I am, assess me,' way, but of course, people will take things how they will. "You wanna look? Go ahead. Reassure yourself. Because I'm ready to move forward when you are."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 20, 2016 20:44:57 GMT -8
The smallest of the private training rooms had always been Vidalu Na'an's favorite. It was quiet, sparsely equipped, and far enough down the hall that few Jedi ever used it when better rooms were available. It was a good place to be alone; when she had been recovering there after her surgery, she'd often steal away there when alone was what she wanted. To re-acquaint herself with the joy and power of moving limbs, to re-introduce herself to the feel of Force in her lungs, or just to throw herself recklessly at dummy after dummy until her muscles were screaming louder than her thoughts. It was this place she'd gone to, when she lived here, and this was where she all but fled when she left the cells. The door slid shut behind Na'an with a near-silent click, enveloping her in the warm white space. In the emptiness, she could hear her breathing--hard, too fast and deep for the amount of effort it had taken to get here. She could hear her heart--fast and angry, too large for her chest. Her blood felt thick with obscenities, with all the things she'd been prepared to throw back in a furious Caoimhin's face. With every word she'd been holding back for the last three days. But really, all those words had boiled down to something very small. "Liar." The word set Na'an to pacing across the room, er hands wandered, across her face, tangling up in her scalp, as if in their frustration they were searching for something on Na'an to throttle. More words followed the first, boiling out of her like steam. "All this time, after everything...and you...and her, and...you were supposed to...I'm so stupid--"She slammed her fist into a dummy with a scream. The force of the blow sent the mock creature flying, its head falling off as it smashed into the far wall and fell into a broken pile. She screamed again at the shattered thing, one short helpless roar of frustration, and then fell to silent trembling. It was pointless, it really was. There was nothing to be done with all this energy--no time for a proper Connection. Na'an fought to slow her breathing, to force it under control to a point where she could go about the rest of her business. The Masters still needed a report on what had happened on Nar Shaddaa--Adelle was still expecting her in the Medical Center--and Leigh needed her to-- As if on cue, she heard a tinny beep in her left ear. Na'an cocked her head towards her ear and almost immediately she could hear Leigh, warm and businesslike and close. Na'an, our contractors have arrived for details on their cargo. Where are you?There was no more time. Na'an sucked in a deep breath, opening her left eye to respond more clearly. "I'm...I'm in Training room six," she said, and her voice was calm again. "Had to take a detour. Meet me here?"
The door to Training Room Six slid open, and after being led by an unnervingly silent robot with a 'pretty' face and an arm cannon on a seven minute parade through a base full of Jedi, Malora was prepared for anything. Business meeting in a sparring room? Why not! Heck of a lot better than her usual dealings, which typically took place in dark alleys or crowded bars or black market dens. At least she didn't have to worry about anyone here stabbing her in the back when she was signing a contract. Jedi didn't do shit like that…right? She hadn't heard the comm conversation between Cannon Girl and their employer, but she was imagining some kind of colossal battle-scarred Force-wizard hero with like four lightsabers and that stern, humorless expression many Jedi seemed to wear. Yes, prepared for anything. What met her vision was definitely not what she'd expected. The woman was small, but her height had zero effect on her presence in the blank room. Mal could feel it from the door. Dark brown cargo pants and a fitted, sleeveless, high-necked shirt covered a lean, athletic frame, and her shoulder-length hair had been raked back into a thick ponytail. A few wisps floated around her face, brushing broad shoulders. The hilt at her belt confirmed the Force user status. But it was her face that told Mal the most. The scarring where her left eye should have been, the cool, striking grey of her good one, the firm set of her jaw, the infinite invisible scars the woman carried in her expression. They were very hard to see, unless you'd been through the ringer yourself. This woman? She'd lived. Hard. The robot shifted, and Malora entered fully, scanning the room quickly. The woman's scarred eye had reminded her of Fel, and she couldn't afford not to be focused right now, so she met her good eye in a firm gaze and gave the Force user a nod in greeting, adding a little half-smile. She'd have stuck out a hand for a shake, but had learned long ago that in her line of business, touching hands with strangers was generally not welcomed. "Your..friend here said you'd wanna chat directly. Name's Malora. Guy behind me is Connors. Don't wanna take up much of your time, so whatever details you've got on the job, we're listenin'."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 17, 2016 22:18:51 GMT -8
There is a west entrance to the Hangar leading to the Jedi Temple, she transmitted quickly, bypassing her audio circuit to send the message directly. There are several droids waiting near that entrance. Ignore the children and talk to the one with the cannon.Leigh deactivated the transmitter...then on a whim activated it momentarily to send one last message. I have been waiting. Do not make me wait longer. Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Heading west now, won't be long.Malora raised an eyebrow at Wade as she switched the commlink on her wrist off, rolling her eyes a little. "Great. Kids, cannons, and droids with sticks up their butts. I guess this is where the fun begins," she drawled, a forced grin on her face. "C'mon." The pair locked the ramp and hurried for the west entrance. It wasn't hard to spot the strange little band of 'beings'. "Let me do the talking, 'kay?" she mumbled out of the corner of her mouth at Wade as they approached. Hooking her left thumb on her belt, Mal put on an open, easy expression and gestured towards the tallest of the bunch as she stepped forward. She wasn't smiling, but there was nothing hostile about her demeanor, and a hint of a smile hugged the left corner of her mouth. "Person with the cannon." It wasn't a question. The smuggler gave a lazy mock salute. "Name's Malora, this is my second, Connors," she said, tilting her head at Wade, "and my R2 unit is waiting in the wings. Sorry for the delay. Planetary Control is…thorough."She shot the 'children' a slightly squeamish glance, never did like the little things, but tried to smile at them in a friendly manner. "Are these..uh, yours? Or.." Mal waved her own words off-stage. "Never mind. Down to business?" Malora shifted her focus back to the cannon-toting droid running the show. Except she (that's some mighty fine female programming) wasn't toting anything, the cannon was actually her whole arm, and there was something about the way her armor shaped her form, as clunky as the shoulder pieces and upper chest were. Beautiful design, but powerful and thoughtful; Mal tried not to stare. Admiring your boss's wicked awesome suit from afar was okay after maybe a few weeks on the job, but first meet-and-greet? Not so much. There'd be time for observations later. First, mission details. She trained her eyes on the droids dome, watched it flicker once. "You wanna hash this out here, or you got somewhere else in mind?"
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 16, 2016 21:46:44 GMT -8
I'd like to see if you guys are maybe thinking about doing something crazy, say, like jumping in on the Rebel Alliance's SL a little later down the line.
Malora is already allllll over that. Even got us a nice little 'job' lined up for the near future concerning our Rebel Alliance gang. It's sure to be a blast...
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 12, 2016 19:47:36 GMT -8
"Aaaand…touchdown. Crowd goes wild," Malora whispered as she set the YG-4210 down in the hangar with an odd, wistful smile. "Just something Fel used to say when we landed," she explained to Wade's questioning eyebrow raise as she unbuckled and began shutting things down. "It's... weird, not having him here. This is what he does. This is his chair. I'm usually where you are right now, Wrench is..well, ordinarily not spider-webbed to the hyperdrive, Tawaza and Stealer would be gearing up by now, and you would be…" Mal paused, frowning in thought, and waved her hand around looking for the right words. She gave up after a moment. "…I dunno, probably eating all the leftovers and somehow never getting fat, or meditating your way to more muscle."
The humming of the Unfair Advantage dwindled, giving a long, tired mechanical sigh as her systems shut down. "Jacket's a good look for you, Connors," she mentioned as she rose, clapping Wade on the shoulder as she passed his chair. "Try not to get it dirty, and don't pick any fights, Gladiator. I just finished cleaning off the last guy who tried to mess with you."
Wrench sat behind the pair, nestled snugly in the aft corner of the UA's flight cabin, a multitude of wires running from his central processor, plugged into various access ports in the UA's cockpit. It looked vaguely like a spider's web, with the old R2 unit at the centre.
If a droid could brood, he was brooding. The 'acting captain' crouched in front of Wrench, face apologetic. "You're incredible, you know that?" One of the wires was stuck under his 'feet'. Mal very carefully 'unstuck' it. "Sorry for the rush on Myrkr, but I wanted to be off-planet before authorities caught up with us. Got us a job to do here. Should be meeting the contractor soon. You wanna come? Untangle yourself and meet us by the ramp in ten, if you do. If not, I'll check in with you after the meet 'n greet, yeah?" A smile, and she was headed for the door, commlink out. Time to meet the 'boss'. From the far side of the hangar, the large droid known as Leigh leaned against a wall to watch the new proceedings, her dome flickering as she registered each new face. The expression in each flicker was dark, pensive. "I am anticipating another guest," she said briskly to Lana... Malora here. I'm all situated in the hangar and ready to go. What's the next step?She grabbed her gear off the rack as she advanced through the ship. Nothing fancy. Modified DL-44, gun belt slung low on the hip, a small knapsack, and knife tucked into her right boot, which was still sporting dried mud spatters from Myrkr. She'd changed out her previous still-somehow-damp clothes for a simple low cut yellow top, black cargo pants, and a leather jacket that didn't look like it was gonna fall apart suddenly. No harm in lookin' a little professional, she figured.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 12, 2016 19:40:45 GMT -8
"I don't think I'd mind one bit watching plant scum eat all your clothes." He smirked back at her as the reply from planetary control came in, and his newfound leather jacket creaked when he crossed his arms. "You sure you don't want another naked hike through a hostile jungle? Could be fun..." Mal let her eyebrows climb into her hairline as she stared at Connors, half amused, half weirded out. "Fun? Yeah, that's one word for it." She maneuvered the Unfair Advantage, plugging in exact coordinates. "But I think you've seen enough of me mostly naked for one week, Connors. -…man, that is not something I thought I'd ever have to say to you…"
Swallowing an uncomfortable chuckle, Mal hit the comms. Uh, thanks, Control. Starting landing procedures. See you on the flip side. She was tempted to mention something about Tuskens, just for shits and giggles, but they were on a timetable here. Unfolding from her cross-legged position, the smuggler took them through the atmosphere and headed for the coordinates she'd been given. She hoped there was a hangar.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 10, 2016 18:26:24 GMT -8
Felucia Control, this is the Unfair Advantage, requesting permission to land. …preferably in a hangar, far away from any man-eating plants or giant mutant acklays…Karana Malora sat cross-legged in the pilot's chair, chewing distractedly on a piece of dried fruit. She eyed the planet through the viewport as she brought the YG-4210 closer. "Last time I was here, I tripped on a leaf and fell into a puddle of slime that ate through all my clothes," she mumbled, leaning a little towards her co-pilot-who-wasn't-really-co-piloting-but-was-sitting-in-the-chair-next-to-her-and-thus-was-kind-of-the-co-pilot, Wade Connors. "Had to hike through that stinkin' soup they call atmosphere just wearing my skin. Wasn't too bad, all things considered. My partner tried to take a sample of one of the plants back home with him. So the flower doused him in digestive juices and sucked him up once he was a pile of mush." She paused, frowning, suddenly the tiniest bit apprehensive about the next leg of their trip. "Yeah… nice place, Felucia, as long as you stay in populated areas, and that's exactly what we're gonna do."
Mal crumpled up the fruit wrapper and tossed it at Wade, who of course caught it and sent it into the trash. She turned the comms back on, trying to sound more official, less Malora. Here to meet up with a contact, see about a job, nothin' fancy. Won't be here long, by my guess.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 10, 2016 16:01:42 GMT -8
Posted! I'll be setting us up in Felucia orbit after dinner tonight. Edit: Posted in Felucia Orbit! Gonna get us on the group fast and then you guys can respond, unless you have quick things to add in Orbit. Edit 2: Nice one, Wade. Will get us on the ground tomorrow! Dan, you have something to add, feel free. Otherwise, expect to me moved to the Terrain forum by tomorrow night!
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 10, 2016 15:57:46 GMT -8
Wrench committed this form, this Wade, to his memory. His voice, his physical form, and began a running tally of physical manifestations and traits, so to better read the individual's reactions. The astromech mentioned offhandedly that he had prepared a second berth in the crew quarters, the third, lower cabin on Port side, furthest from the bridge -- incidentally Wade's former cabin (though it's likely Wrench has no real memory of this, nor the gladiator.) Their path took them in the direction of the bridge, and so the small droid followed, dragging its bundle of wiring behind. There was discussion on the flight deck, so the droid did not venture any opinion or interject with a status report. If one was needed, it would be asked for, and instead remained in the avionics antechamber behind the flight deck, diligently reassembling the hyperdrive... "Looks like you've got a couple messages." He indicated a light flashing on and off on the pilot's console as she took her seat. "Could be something important." He leaned back in the chair, crossed his arms, and planted his feet up on the nav console. "Where we heading next?" "That depends on the messages." Mal leaned forward in her seat, flicking through them one by one. She shook her head, frowning. "Yeah, nothin' from Tawaza or Stealer, which means they're probably still neck deep in chaos. I'll send them a wave once I figure out our next step," she sighed, smiling the tiniest bit as she skipped over Adrien Draykon's message. She owed the man a chat, eventually. And a few drinks. Like any good smuggler, Malora kept tabs. She had contacts in high and low places, tech trackers all over the holonet, and her hands in all the wasaka berry pies (legit and shady). Her network had taken years to build, and although it wasn't as extensive as she'd like, it did the job. Most of the time. Every once in a while, the filters on her trackers would go haywire and send her like ninety-eight notifications about a celebrity tripping on-stage or a local mooka pedigree show. That's what you get when you use cheap tech. (Mental note to manipulate Oz into some upgrades next time she saw him.) Right now, her whole net was set for one purpose and one purpose only: to fish out any information that might be related to the missing Galdaart Fel. So when she found a notification on a possible job opportunity among the spam, Mal's heart jumped. She scrolled through the message, looking for details (there were none), and a quick examination didn't reveal anything that would help her find Fel. Still, she read through it. The communication was a broad-wave signal, targeted to the public holonet boards of the galaxy’s more notorious worlds. Requested: A ship and crew capable of the legitimate and safe transport of starship fuel. Licensure and half payment guaranteed upon contract, remainder upon completion. Job is above-table but requires discretion concerning employer. Contract location and details will be transmitted upon acceptance of this communication. First come, first served.Mal checked her credit balance. "…Hmm." She sat back in her chair, frowning, eyes thoughtfully far away. Their cash was spread pretty thin, and the work sounded quick and painless enough, although she knew from experience it was never as easy as it seemed. It had been so long since they'd done a job, legit or otherwise. In fact, it'd been SO long that Malora had begun to question whether or not they could still call themselves 'smugglers'. But they had the time while they waited for the Three Amigos to finish on Bespin, and she had a capable ship… Mal stood, flipped on the live comm, and checked the frequency. It was first come, first serve, but the contract was still flagged as live and available. Wouldn't hurt to contact them, see what the details were. A short while later, she was back in the pilots chair with a set of coordinates and a fresh sense of purpose, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She'd lost her identity after Tir Kaarn and Xaxan Zadicus, and her hopes of finding it again were crushed when they'd lost Dazac and Wade. Fel's disappearance had kicked her into high gear, and finding out Wade was still alive had given her something to do, but her sense of self remained blurry and elusive, floating around aimlessly between her friends who were so clearly defined, at least in her mind. She did a decent job of 'playing' the Malora she was supposed to be. It was easy enough. Karana Malora was not complicated. A little swagger, the right mix of sass and blunt humor, leather jacket, and a peppery will to survive the chaos. But under the bravado, she felt hollow, insignificant, spent, all feelings she thought she'd left behind in the black, bloody Undercity of Coruscant. There'd been a moment there back in the barracks with Connors. It'd been fleeting but powerful, like lightning through the clouds, a tiny splash of life in her dry, empty soul. The promise of rain, brewing against the horizon for the first time in years. And now, an opportunity to be what they'd been a long time ago, before all the death and the anguish and the cruelty that had torn her crew apart, before she'd lost herself. Crew for hire, will-work-for-credits and go the distance to get the job done, but done right. Transport? Load up and buckle in. Guns for hire? As long as the cause is kosher. Smuggling? That'll cost you a tad more, but we'll get you there without a hitch. Maybe this job, this simple bit of familiarity, would start the rainstorm. The Unfair Advantage rumbled to life under her feet. Mal sat forward, running her fingers over the controls, worn smooth by Fel's hands. "Buckle up, Connors." She winked at him. "Got us a nice, legit job to run for some nice, legit credits. Wrench? Better sew that thing back up, we're outta here and I need my hyperdrive."Lifting off, Mal took the UA up and out, breaking the atmosphere and soaring into the infinite black of space. "Felucia, buddy," she called over her shoulder at Wrench's query as he finished what he was doing. The tiniest of smiles lit her face. "We're going to Felucia."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Jan 5, 2016 12:45:29 GMT -8
Anybody on Coruscant currently (Mark, David, Sarah...) post up! Let's move like we've got a purpose!! I wanna write! David is still here, will be until Friday, but I'll see if I can get him some computer time today or tomorrow. Been busy doing other things.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Dec 26, 2015 15:13:22 GMT -8
I get about three words into my post and I'm called off for presents or cookies or 'let's sit by the fire even though it's 80 degrees and play with all this awesome shit we got on Christmas'. So...yeah. Doing what I can, when I can! Wade and I are going to see TFA on the 30th. I think. IF I can snag tickets, because everywhere else is booked. Then we can all fangirl/boy together.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Dec 18, 2015 20:53:44 GMT -8
So, I gotta ask... whose seen it yet? Wade and I are going after New Years. Dan, I was bad and looked at FaceBook and saw your comment about having an extra ticket for today! Damn sure wish I lived in walking distance. Scale of 1 - 10? No detailed, no spoilers, but your initial reaction was...? Good? Bad? Unsure? I'm so curious! But NO SPOILERS. Also, hi Dante. WE HAVE MISSED YOU. I look forward to not Christmas shopping anymore so I can catch up on reading your epics. Dan, David, working on something for you guys, slowly but surely. Holidays over here are a little...intense.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
Traffic Light: Orange
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Post by Karana Malora on Dec 2, 2015 17:34:17 GMT -8
And I am sick, again. Nice parting gift from my sister. Doing 100 words a day until I can manage to get out of bed. It's getting there!
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