Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 29, 2015 10:57:26 GMT -8
Happy belated Thanksgiving to the 'murican portion of our crew! My company leaves tomorrow night so I am hoping to get a post up come mid week.
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 25, 2015 14:12:43 GMT -8
Response post started. May be hard to post until the weekend, Thanksgiving and all, but will try.
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 25, 2015 12:52:23 GMT -8
There's obviously a big room that I'm not sure what to do with. Ideas? --art gallery --beer room --nerf pens for annoying crew members --dance floor --Malora's new bedroom --zen garden But in all seriousness, hmm. Second cargo hold? Mini battle arena? What do we need?
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 24, 2015 18:56:06 GMT -8
Alright, crew, up an' at 'em!! WAKEY WAKEY! After a rough chat conversation earlier today, I've decided: It's time to regroup, reconnect, and rethink. It's been a long while since we had a group meeting, it's been too quiet here on our nice little OOC board (and, let's face it, the IC board), and we need to figure a few things out. /I/ know why everyone has been MIA because I'm an invested friend and stalk all your pages on FaceBook. I know in the past, we've talked about maintaining better OOC communication, and we did well for a while, but it's time for a reminder...with a twist. Yes, check in here. Yes, tell us what's going on, why you're MIA, what's on your mind. But for those of us worried about not knowing where people are, it IS a two way street. We all have our information on FaceBook. If you wanna know why someone hasn't been around, they are only a PM away. Now then. To business! Because, let's face it, this group is too good to give up on, no matter how many months passes between posts. This process of slowing, halting, kicking into gear again is not Fel Crew exclusive. It happens all over every single RP website I've frequented, in every group. First, where is Dante and what's his MIA story? Is he returning? Gone forever? Anyone? Second, Malora is almost done with Part One: Save Wade's Ass. I estimate another...three posts? That said, Jace, Liya, you've got some choices to make. I was talking to Jace about this earlier, actually. To my understanding, it sounds like you guys have a lot left to write out before it would be time to meet back up with Malora. But with Dante gone and Liya absolutely inhumanely bogged down with work OOC, we may need to rethink how things need to play out. I hate to do it because I hate pushing what would be an epic follow-through to the side, but eventually, things have to progress. We could: --put everything already written for Liya, Jace, and Dante on the back burner, fast forward for Liya and Jace, and pick up there when Malora arrives. That way, we can move on and you guys can STILL write the rest of it at your leisure. --Malora has (well, is in the process of) securing a legit IC job. Liya, Jace, if you two think you can finish up in the next…hmm, three weeks? Is that fair? Four weeks because of holidays? Anyway, if you guys think you can dot all your I's and cross your t's in that time, we can do it as a crew. If not, honestly, it would probably be faster if I just did it myself, giving you guys time to finish up, and then we can regroup. I think no matter what we do, condensing everything until we get back together seems like a good idea. Only the necessary, light on the good stuff in favor of progress. We've done it in the past, and it's not fun, but we're nearing that point where people are starting to feel like jumping off the nearest cliff. To be clear: I'm not saying no one has had good excuses for lack of activity. Not saying that at all. I am Worlds Most Understanding Person. I know that just because some can juggle life and post doesn't mean all can, and I know that life can drain you of any and all mental energy in the span of 20 minutes. I don't want anyone feeling pressured. The fire I'm lighting under our asses right now is a nice, loving, warm one, not a hellfire scorch-your-soul type. But I know things have to happen. So. That said, what exactly ARE we doing for the big meetup? Say LiJaDante finishes all their stuff and Malora is done with hers. What then? Where are we meeting? What's the next step? I've been assuming this whole time that we'd go after Fel, somehow. But did we work details out? Like where we're meeting, etc? Fel, where are you on your own story? I've been following, but I wanna hear your thoughts. Wade, I know you're swamped. Would it be easier for me to just double-post a little until you're able? Daniel, what are you up to? You've got your hands full offline as well, are you still interested in 'rejoining' us? Wanna wait until you have more time? Where are you on all of this? Chime in, peeps! Ideas, concerns, lay them out! Add to the little poll I'm taking on the bottom. I'm not giving up on this shindig. But if your heart isn't in it anymore, we all need to know where everyone stands. If you don't wanna continue, well, this isn't a dictatorship. We'd miss you, but would understand. Fel Crew And Surrounding Stories: Are you still in? Or are you out? In – Karana Malora Out – Not Sure -
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 22, 2015 15:35:38 GMT -8
(Dammit, Bels, always beating me to the punch. ) Davos Raim. Nice solid name, I like it. Welcome to the 'verse! I'm no expert when it comes to the Force. But around here, as far as story and character and how things are, it's simple: there's no set equation. As long as you know how to play/work well with others, you're free to make things in your story however you want to. There's no actual set timeline, although to borrow the words of a wise friend, we're loosely set in the Legacy era of the EU/Legends timeline. I'm sure if you wanted Raim to be unaware of his sensitivity, there'd be a way.
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 18, 2015 19:16:30 GMT -8
Sorry for the epic wait. Posted, David, Dan. Dan, there's a little nugget in there for you. Too a few liberties. if I've overstepped or got things wrong or you just don't feel like you want it in there, please let me know, I'd be happy to change or delete. Just kind of have millions of little moments with the crew sitting in my head and felt like writing one. Once you and Wade post, we'll figure out IC what the others are up to.
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 18, 2015 19:13:07 GMT -8
He couldn't say why, but she felt good against him. Far better than any other woman he'd had at the arena. Like there was more to it than simply lust and passion and adrenaline. He let her go finally and slid off the speeder, casting his gaze around the hold of the small ship. None of it looked familiar to him. "What was I hiding? Back when you knew me. Nobody gets that uptight without a dark side they're trying to hide. "Beats me, pal." Speeder parked, Malora pushed her driving goggles up on her forehead and stomped mud off her boots, shaking water from her limbs like a wet dog. "You never talked about your past. Like, ever. Not to me, at least." She paused in front of him, frowning, hands on her hips as she scanned his face while she thought back. "Asked you about it a few times, actually, but you'd get this…look on your face, clam up on me, so I quit asking after a while. The one time you actually looked like you were fixin' to spill, the Jekk attacked and you died. Or…yeah. We thought you died. But, clearly…" Malora ran her gaze down his front and swept a hand in the air, gesturing at his current very-much-alive status. "…not dead. Just no longer a caterpillar." Maybe if she screwed up her eyes enough, he'd look more like old Connors. She squinted up at him, testing her theory. "Nnnnope. Still a gladiator. Guess I'll get used to it, eventually. Anyway, yeah." She clapped him on the side of the arm and smiled wide. "No idea why you had a stick up your ass in the past, but I like sans stick Wadeypie 2.0 much better. I'll tell you somethin', though. When there was a fight, if combat came calling, you were the first one in the bloody chaos, and your kill tally was always highest. That pure white knight mask would fall right off your face sometimes, and you'd enter this…'zone'. You liked it, and you were good at it, and you liked that you were good at it." She studied him for a moment. "If you want, we can dig later, see what we find on your older version, but let's get in the air first. C'mon. Wrench!" The smuggler brought the landing ramp up and motioned for him to follow her, clomping past him into the UA, mind buzzing with everything from possible hyperspace routes to 'I want food right now'. They'd made good time, despite the rain, and had pulled in a bit earlier than the twenty minutes she'd given Wrench on the comm. "We're home!"
Speaking of comms, hers had been lighting up like a Life Day Tree for the past ten minutes, but she could hear R2 rollers in the hallway in front of her. Messages could wait. As the Astromech rounded the corner toting his spider-web of electronic wiring, Mal hurried forward with a grin. "Man, am I glad to see you." She waited until he was in front of her before couching at his level and gently planting her rain-wet hands on either side of his wide dome. She paused there for a moment, just looking at Wrench, trying not to think about Fel, failing miserably. For some reason, a memory flew up from the dust in her mind and played across her vision. The Dar'Yaim, a few months into riding shotgun with Fel. It was just the three of them, at that point. Fel was in the cockpit, (because where else would Galdaart Fel ever want to be?) hadn't left it for hours, pouring over charts. She'd brought him a bowl of lukewarm instant noodles, definitely no one's favorite, but they hadn't had a job in weeks and their supplies were running low. She remembered his face, a little blank and a lotta uncertainty, like someone had just handed the battle-scarred pilot a box of makeup and a bra with no explanation. He squinted up at her from his chair. Mal watched him fumble mentally for a moment before crossing her arms, raising an eyebrow and adding a smirk. "What? No one's ever brought you crappy food before?"
Fel blinked, looking the tiniest bit embarrassed at his own response, the side of his mouth twitching up to mirror hers. Sometimes, her sarcastic quips were a little too fast for him to play with…or maybe it was because they were coming from her. But today, he caught the ball. "Wrench brings me half moldy energy bars every once in a blue." "Yeah? Bet those are good." "Can't quite tell after the first few bites. Easier if you don't chew much." She laughed. He looked pleased with that. They watched each other for a moment or two, both somehow very comfortable yet uncomfortable in each other's presence, both very aware of it. Fel looked at his bowl, wound a few curly strands around a chopstick, and took a bite. He took his time with it. Mal watched. "Mmm," he nodded, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Best damn crappy food I've had in days." Mal leaned on one hip in the doorway, smile widening. "Yeah?" "Beats those bars, definitely." "I'll let Wrench know he can hang up his chef hat, then." She paused, standing straight and raking her hair back from her face. "Speaking of bad food, we're gettin' low again. It's ramen and watery caf for the next week, and then we're scrapin' the shelves." Fel gestured to the main comms and then at the charts scattered over the nav computer. "Been working on that. Rounded us up a few job options, nothing fancy, but it's a payday and we need it. Was gonna run them by you once I get the info sorted. Shouldn't be too long, now." "Roger that." Mal yawned a little, hooking a thumb over her shoulder. "I'll leave you to it, Cap'n. Gonna crash for a bit, if I have time?" In truth, he could've laid it all out right then and there, details be damned. Fel nodded. "Go for it, partner. I'll comm you when I've got it worked out." She smiled tightly, gave him a mock salute, and started to turn away. "So…" She paused in the doorway again, angled herself back towards her Captain, and cocked her head. Her wintry blue eyes were clear, inquisitive, and her sideways half-smile was warm. "…you good up here, then?"
Fel leaned back a little, bowl resting in his lap, gently tapping his fingers against its sides. He looked up at her, at the little smudge of dirt on her chin and the freckles across her cheeks, the way her hair fell untamed around her shoulders, that quirky little twitch at the corner of her lips, her empty holster at her hip. He looked at the scuffs on her boots, the worn black leather hugging every curve, the sass that never quite left her posture no matter how she was standing. He breathed her scent, familiar now, sharp, sweet, cool. He traced the lines of her face quickly, lingered just a bit at her lips. He found her eyes, held them for a moment, caught a rare glimpse of the colorful fire, the iron will, the resilient survivor behind that curtain of devil-may-care swagger that she so often drew over herself.
He had Wrench, the Dar'Yaim, a little money, a lotta sky, and fuel to burn. He had freedom, and he had her. And he wondered… how could he not be good?
He was looking too long. "Yeah." Fel gave a short, acknowledging nod, smiled a little, dropped his eyes quickly, and ate his noodles with a quiet contentment he rarely felt. "I'm good." Mal tapped the door jamb with her fingers. Either she'd completely missed the uncharacteristically long, meaningful gaze, or she had the good grace to pretend. Probably the former. " 'kay." She spun on her heels and left.
Fel set his bowl to balance, and then bent back over his datapad, listening to her heavy footsteps. Remembering he'd forgotten to actually thank her for the chow, his attention darted for the cockpit door. "Oh… hey, 'Rana?" he called out. "You're welcome, Cap'n," she called back, a smile in her voice, waving a hand as she disappeared around the corner. She'd spend the next twenty minutes wolfing down her food and following Wrench around as he worked, asking him too many questions about whatever system he was trying to improve or talking about the latest sensor package upgrades she'd run across on the black market. Eventually, she'd find her way to the bunk and a two hour nap, wake up to Fel's voice over the comm, and make her way to the cockpit to find out what their next adventure would be…
Malora blinked, clearing the 'far away 'nd long ago' from her 'here and now' with some effort. (Suddenly, she wanted noodles.) She'd split from her friends for one reason: to find Wade Connors. From there, they'd rebuild the team, regroup, and tackle their end-game: Find Galdaart Fel. Finding out Fel was missing had left Malora in a sort of no-nonsense, focused 'smuggler business' mode, ready to grab the 'verse by the throat and squeeze until she got what she needed, but with the first leg of her job done and Connors back in the game (sort of), she could finally relax a little. Well…maybe. Depends what was waiting for her in her messages. "Thanks for watching the ship for me," she smiled, following Wrench's photoreceptor with her eyes as it swiveled a little. Mal nodded at the net of wiring trailing behind him. "Whatchu been workin' on? Oh! Wait, introductions." She rose, pointing back and forth between Wade and Wrench. "Wrench, this is Wade Connors. Dunno if you remember him or not, which is kind of hilarious because he doesn't remember you, either. He got a shave and a haircut, so he looks a little different. He's part of our crew, though, and that means we've gotta watch his back like you and I watch each other's. Yeah? And… Wade, this is my counterpart, Wrench. Best damn R2 in the galaxy, and he makes a hell of a co-pilot."
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 13, 2015 15:31:29 GMT -8
Seems Darth "Bells" answered all your questions before I could, so other than buying you a drink at the Welcome Bar, I'm not sure what else I'd add except, well, welcome. To further reiterate his Plot Summary point, there is definitely no set site-wide plot. People here pretty much create their own thing, and that 'thing' usually stays within our own little RP bubbles, only affecting our characters and those groups we write with, should they choose to let it affect them. A lot of writers (myself included) have been here for a very long, long time, and we carry a lot of JvS history with us. So you do or be what you want, within reason of course, and when you find others to write with, talk to them Out Of Character about your background and what you'd like to accomplish, and that's how you find ways to make two (or more) very different story-lines work together. Your background looks great so far! But Belial made a good suggestion. Definitely check in with Chat! Sometimes it's dead, sometimes it's too busy to follow, but if you pop in at the right time, you'll get real-time answers. There are lots here who'd love to sit in their proverbial rocking chairs and tell you what's happened in the past here. Who knows, maybe you'll find further inspiration! Anyway, here if you need any further compass-spinnin'. Not that I know much about that Force stuff. But if you ever need somethin' smuggled, well... *winks* -Rana
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Post by Karana Malora on Nov 2, 2015 13:05:50 GMT -8
Alright, so. Looks like Dr Ekks won't be joining us after all. =( If he gets time once his life settles down, we can work that out later. In the meantime, Fel, Wade, I'm gonna try to take us straight to Hyperspace from Myrkr in my next post, unless I happen across something that requires dialog in my writings. Once we're there, we'll figure out our next step. Word is a few players need a smuggling crew for a short job, and Malora might be answering that call.
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Post by Karana Malora on Oct 30, 2015 21:16:06 GMT -8
Hopin' and prayin' I can make a post tomorrow. Got one in my head. Just need a moment to write it down. How's everyone else's arcs going? Haven't had time to read up yet. Also Happy Halloween.
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Post by Karana Malora on Oct 10, 2015 19:20:51 GMT -8
She tried to keep a straight face, she really did, but the mental image of Wade the Nerf in a livestock pen was a little too much, and after the stress of the past few hours, it felt good to chuckle. The grin spread over her face with gusto. Leave it to factory-settings Wrench to be accidentally hilarious. Malora muted her comms and doubled over for a moment, trying to choke down the giggles, waving a hand and nodding at Wade's words as he headed for the garage.
Oh, Wrench. Never change.
With some effort, Mal controlled herself and flicked the comms channel back on, trying to sound professional. "Yeah, uh… sorry, that's a negative on the stasis pen. Was using figurative speech. Metaphors. Don't worry, dude. You'll get the hang of it eventually. So, no actual nerfs, just Wade, although if he gets annoying, I might take you up on that suggestion." She paused, shaking water off the comms and wiping drenched hair out of her eyes. Never once in her time with Fel had she ever spoken to R2-P47 like he was a droid, or addressed him as anything other than 'Wrench'. She talked to him like she talked to the rest of her friends, same tones, same jokes, and quirky Wrench had always understood her. Mal knew she should probably change her communication habits with him, for now, if simply for safety's sake, but she just…couldn't. It felt unnatural. Wrench was still Wrench, even if he couldn't remember it, and until she knew there was no way to reverse his condition, she was gonna keep on goin' how she was goin' and hope her attitude jogged his memory.
Still, she sometimes felt a little like a fail babysitter who had no idea how to handle her charge. When it came to Wrench, Fel's shoes were way too large for her to fill the right way. Didn't mean she wouldn't keep trying, though. "If we don't hit a tree or drown in this rainstorm, we should be at the landing ramp in about twenty. Not sure where we're goin' yet once we reach space, but I'll let you know."
Comm off, Malora trudged through the soggy mess of ground as Wade disappeared into the garage, and followed him inside. The rain splattering against the roof sent a fuzzy roaring echo through the vast room like patchy white noise, but she managed to pick up his words with a little straining. "Yeah? So we can scratch 'getaway driver' off your long list of Things I Can Do Really Kriffin' Well, then. No problem. I can drive." She perused the bikes with a sharp eye, looking for booby traps. The type of folk Grimo's establishment attracted tended to trust no one, especially with their heavily modified rides. Sure enough, most of the swoops hid more than a few deadly surprises for the unsuspecting thief. She crouched, inspecting a complicated trigger under the seat of one that she could probably disarm, if she had an hour. "Damn cagey spacers..." It took her another four minutes to find one that, as far as she could tell, was not going to explode in her face, and after a very thorough look-see, Malora slapped the side of the dirty vehicle. "This one'll do." It was old but sturdy, less crazy modifications than the others, clearly not cared about as much. The fit would be tight, since it looked like it sat about one and a half people very uncomfortably, but a quick inspection told her it would get them where they needed to go. Straddling the seat, Mal leaned forward, fingers prying the top off the ignition. From there, it was easy to hotwire, and the bike rumbled to life under her. She pulled it around, pausing in front of the sheet of water pouring down in front of the garage door. "Let's mosey, Connors, c'mon." The smuggler looked over her shoulder, eyebrows raised in expectation, and scooted as far forward as she could on the thin seat. She had to bend a little forward to reach the handlebars anyway. "Well? Get on. Unless you'd rather walk."
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Post by Karana Malora on Oct 2, 2015 6:20:42 GMT -8
Galdaart Fel Unfortunately, nope. Last month or so has seen me more or less offline. =| Now that our new family member / forever-house-guest has finally arrived, and my appointments are actually on a schedule now instead of them just calling me the previous day (thank you, hospital, for having 'technical' difficulties for like four weeks), I may be able to find some time/energy to post! Still on antibiotics, and it's draining me of ability to focus, but. Hoping for a little time next week to lay a post out. It's actually half done, I just need to finish it.
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Post by Karana Malora on Sept 19, 2015 22:47:59 GMT -8
...I'm gonna post, I swear. Been rough getting anything decent out of my brain with the sinus infection. Working on it.
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Post by Karana Malora on Sept 7, 2015 22:14:21 GMT -8
To keep peeps up to date: Currently planning with Ekks and Connors on how to get Ekks aboard. It'll be temporary for now so he can see how we work, and if he wants to stay long term, we can all talk about that.
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Post by Karana Malora on Sept 6, 2015 11:02:00 GMT -8
Just a quick note for you guys, Ade is still having internet issues, but he'll post as soon as he can.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 31, 2015 19:39:45 GMT -8
LMFAO! Omg. Wrench. DAN I LOVE YOU. XD
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 29, 2015 20:07:34 GMT -8
Little post for Wrench, Cap'n. Looks like we're finally (almost) there!! Should be on-board in the next few posts.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 29, 2015 20:07:01 GMT -8
"Heh. Whatever you say, princess." He knew damn well that was a lot more than "plain old Malora muscle". He'd been hit too many times not to recognize the presence of augmenting factors, and that kick had been anything but normal. He rummaged through a couple of the other lockers as she finished up getting dressed and came up with a shirt that he pulled on as she dropped her blaster into the holster. When she asked him about going home, he shrugged. "Don't have a home. Or at least not one I can remember. One place is just as good as the next." Then he checked outside again before opening the door and stepping back, gesturing to the hall outside with his left hand. "After you." "…Y'know, I used to think like you, once. About home." She'd paused in the doorway, half in half out, and looked over her shoulder to fix Wade with an understanding expression. There was a tiny, enlightened smile at the corner of her lips, blue eyes present but far away at the same time. "Home was just a word, a place to park your ass when you got tired. Couldn't for the life of me understand why people talked about it like it was this great thing to have. To me, it was just wherever I was at the moment, nothin' permanent, nothin' special." The smile grew. "But then I met Fel, and…I finally realized what 'home' was." Malora watched him for a moment before clapping a hand on his arm, once, twice. "It's not a place. It's a person. Well, group of persons. Fel. Wrench and Scrappy. Stealer. Liya. Even Logan. That's home, Connors. It was yours, too, once. You'll see." She plucked her comms from her rucksack and set off down the hall with the confident stride of someone who has a champion ninja gladiator watching their back. At least, she hoped he was watching. The guy was so quiet she had to keep looking over her shoulder to make sure he was still there. After a little creative dodging and nowhere near the amount of head-cracking they'd have done had Wade not let the 'hounds' loose to distract the guards, the pair arrived outside Grimo's palace, still breathing. It was all dark skies and pouring rain, very end-of-the-'verse like, and Malora was soaked before she made it seven feet from the entrance, but that was okay. What wasn't okay was the slave collar sealed around her neck. They hadn't been able to get to the control room before their great escape, and while it was probably harmless now, it was still there, and now there was no conceivable way to remove it. "Kriff." Pulling a trapped strand of drenched hair from the slave-collar for the eighty-ninth time, Malora stomped through the mud, comms in hand, brows pulled together in irritation. "Great! That's just great, a slave-collar necklace, just what I always wanted…" She scanned the blurry horizon with a scowl, eyes squinted against the rain. The speeder bike garage wasn't far. If they could make it there, nab a few bikes… Malora punched in her code and raised the comms to her lips. Wrench! You there, buddy? I found our stray nerf. Finally. Ran into a little trouble, but we'll be headed your way soon. Warm 'er up, will ya? I wanna hit atmo within the hour. Looks like it'll be a clean break, I don't think the authorities care about what happens down here, and if there's anyone following us, well, all Connors has to do is blink and things die, so. Should be okay.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 29, 2015 18:58:37 GMT -8
I'd like to clarify something for the big group of folks who are listing themselves as neutral - it will be up to you to find a way into this RP. We have a thing down for getting the bad guys in and I assume the good guys will get something going but we can't go and wrangle a bunch of folks who don't want to pick a side. It'd help if you laid out what it is you're looking for out of this RP rather than a summary of what your character does as hat will help us to find a side or group that works best for your needs. What I'd like to do is assign one or two people per side as kind of an "RP coordinator" who's in charge of getting a roster of all their folks and communicating the plan to their respective group. I'll be coordinating the main bad guy group, but if someone wants to step up as co-coordinator that'd be dandy. For neutral folks if someone wants to step up to wrangle all those different directions then that'd be neat - otherwise I'd like everyone in neutral category to carefully consider your character's motivations and determine if a side in fact does fit your bill. Example - your character is a mercenary with an unsavory past and chases after money. Which group is the more likely to court your services? At the least I'd like people to have an idea of what they plan to contribute as it makes balancing the goals and needs of ~20 people a bit more manageable when we have a concrete idea of what folks are contributing from the get-go, dig? Malora's motives are pretty self serving and, in the grand scheme, probably unrelated to the Shard as a whole, but that might change. Or not. I'll be like those supporting stars that show up in TV shows for like two episodes before dying, thereby giving said episode more 'meat' that no one actually cares about. I'm there to dig for info on Galdaart Fel's whereabouts, because Mal's heard through the criminal grapevine that someone attending might know a thing or two. I'm also there because Altus 'Bond' Dux wanted a flashy bit of eyecandy for his big casino scene... and, well, because Lor saw all the awesome names on the list and doesn't have much to contribute to such an epic-scale plan, but wanted in somehow anyway. Malora is a smuggler. Malora has a ship (I promise I'll be careful with it, Fel!). Malora has some time (don't ask me about my own timeline, it gets hairy if I lay details out). Will she get roped into the whole thing and end up transporting precious materials for someone? Maybe. All in all, whatever part I'm playing, it'll be small and generally unimportant to the rest of you, so carry on building your toys. I'll find an in and an out, and hopefully not end up in Tir Kaarn's body bag. Again.
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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 Aug 28, 2015 22:09:36 GMT -8
Count me in, somewhere!
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