Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 28, 2015 13:36:43 GMT -8
Caoimhin Shan says March 6th-8th works great for him (he doesn't have internet at the moment, asked me to pass this along). It'll give him time to flesh out the finer details. Will post more once I hear from him again!
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 27, 2015 23:10:32 GMT -8
I'd vote we push it back a week or two, give the Sithies people time to finish their stuff.
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 26, 2015 19:08:21 GMT -8
"My needs?" She turned to size up the newcomer, ready to drop a snarky comment right in his lap… Her heart plunged into her stomach. For a moment, just a moment, Malora's vision flashed, twisting the image of the Falleen in front of her into Xaxan Zadicus, his angular face leering at her as he chained her to a pole in his offices on Varonat. The sudden surge of memories caught her off guard, and she choked on the words now stuck in her throat as she relived every detail in high-speed. The excruciating agony as he viciously beat her already broken body for defying him, the sharp clink of the chain around her neck against the pole as he forced her to dance for him, the heavy sound of his breath in her ear, his claws tearing into her flesh as he held her down and raped her again and again… The moments in the aftermath, laying on the cold floor, her body numb, drifting in and out of consciousness, and then… …Then, like some kind of guardian angel, Wade fell from the ceiling, broke her chains, scooped her up, and carried her back to her crew. And there he was again, rescuing her mind from drowning in her own memories. Malora fought down the images, blinked once, twice, until Zadicus became Xima. She swallowed, somehow managed to keep her hand from reaching for her blaster, crossed her arms, leaned back on the counter, and fed the Falleen a skeptical look. “Ohh, Scales, you couldn't pay me enough to ‘join’ you alone back there,” she drawled all smuggler-casual, tipping her chin towards the back rooms he’d mentioned, but her light, cheeky manner was gone. The blue in her eyes had frozen over, and her little smile was anything but warm. “I know better than to follow snakes down their holes, regardless of who they’re working for. So why don’t we grab a table, you give me directions, and I can be on my way.”
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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 25, 2015 23:29:53 GMT -8
Hyllyard City. Basic frontier layout. Tired, squatty, wind-washed buildings, worn roads, more dust than air as a few stragglers hurried to and fro, churning up the now dry, powdery dirt tracked through the city by anyone leaving the forests. The spaceport, the merchandise stalls lining the roads, the shops, the bars, the hotels… nothing was new or extraordinary and everything was roughly used, at least in this part of town.
“Boring,” Malora muttered as she trudged past the nearly deserted spaceport. It was jammed full of ships, but there was barely a person in sight until she hit the main road. Three guesses where everyone was? She only needed one. In a place this lackluster, Grimo’s ‘palace’ had to be the place to go for some kind, any kind of fun, and if she knew Grimo (which she did), it was go big or get the kriff out. You’d think a Hutt fortress of vice would be easy to find, even with all the trees, but the slug always did like making people jump through hoops to enjoy his seedy offerings. No problem. Mal knew just where to get some directions. She made a quick stop to tamper with a blank credit chit first and, after some haggling, rent a speeder bike.
Ten minutes later, the rebel was strolling through the doors of the Nearly Neti Cantina. Mal wasted no time scanning the place. It was busy enough for a dusty border town, she could see that from the corner of her eye, and the décor was very plain an’ simple, lacking the massive flashing neons and blaring party music of the usual dens on other worlds. The bar-tend looked bored, reflexively passing out drinks to the few idlers at the counter. Well, it was time to make his day a little brighter. With a casual, sneaky, practiced move, Malora pulled the zipper on her shirt down just past the danger zone, fluffed her dark hair, licked her lips, and sauntered to the bar. She stood on her tiptoes and bent over the counter a little, resting her forearms on the worn wood.
“What’ll it be?” The bar-tend droned without looking up from the glass he was cleaning.
“Information, on the rocks, with a twist,” Malora simpered, meeting his stupefied gaze with a saucy smile as he took stock of his newest customer. He had that look that guys get when they’re about to indulge their ego and spew out some utterly terrible pick-up lines or engage in some kind of snarky come-on sequence, so the smuggler pushed on before he could start. “I’m looking for someone.” She cocked her head to the side a bit, holding his gaze. “Morbidly obese, dark wrinkly greenish skin, no legs, gold eyes, smells like the corner of an alley? A busy man like you has to hear things, know things… Think you can help me out?”
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 24, 2015 20:53:12 GMT -8
That wasn't all. The accomplice to Malora made some comment about the lack of action Aedon seemed to be getting at this party. His bro had already made a cheeky retort, and even made a comment to Logann about having the Heartthrobs soften her up first.* *Logann smirked at that, though he couldn't help but feel compelled to add his own comment. He closed one eye and raised his right fist to his face, extending his thumb to make contact with the tip of his nose, wiggling it back and forth with one eye closed as he commented,* That's implying he's after a dame who can't even present herself properly in a place like this. *Pushing the line? Probably. Did he care? Not particularly. He was prepared for retaliation and defensive maneuvers. Especially now since he had an additional comment to add that would probably sign both their death warrants...* Although maybe if you presented yourself more like that one over there... *He tilted his fist forward, quite intentionally "thumbing his nose" at the duo, lowering his thumb and extending his forefinger at the small girl streaking through the hall.* ... then maybe things might be different. *He kept the one eye closed as he continued to half-smirk, half-grin.* *They were so dead.* Aedon followed his brother's finger pointing out a small girl who had apparently taken to streaking. He wanted nothing more than to let Logann have his moment in the spotlight, but, it was almost too easy and too good to pass this opportunity up.Without even missing a beat, Aedon chimed in.
"Bro...you know she can't do that...she's kinda been, y'know-" He pulled his hand back to "cover" his mouth, speaking just loudly enough that his voice carried. "-'letting herself go'...?" “Letting myself go? Aww, sweetie…” Mal made an exaggerated pouting face at Aedon. “So desperate to see me naked that you’re trying to goad me into it, huh? I understand. I know you keep begging me, but I really think watching me strip would damage this great thing we have going.” With a saucy flip of her hair, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on one hip, her expression shifting to something a therapist taking pity might wear. But, as was common when exchanging digs with Montrose, that cheeky little smirk couldn’t help but cling to the corner of her lips. “Don’t worry, Lavender, one-sided overwhelming sexual attraction to a woman is a very normal thing. Boys experience it all the time. It gets easier after puberty.” That verbal ‘pat-pat-on-the-head’ done, the smuggler angled her gaze at Logann. She studied him for a moment. Hew smirk grew. “For a punk, you’ve got some good ideas. But if you’re gonna insult an infamous rule-breaker in her jammies, you’re gonna have to try a little harder.” She leaned back a little, resting against Wade’s chest, and turned her head to look behind and up at him. “Whatcha think, Wade? Should I strip an’ streak through the Sithies? That’s gotta be the ultimate rule snubbing move, and I’m pretty sure it would break Lavender’s brain…”As I exited the Theatre and re-entered the crowd milling around the Main Hall, I almost immediately spotted Karana not far from where she'd been earlier in the evening, only now she was apparently in heated conversation with a familiar figure (Aedon), while Wade and a stranger looked on. Waltzing over to join their happy little family circle, I approached Aedon from the opposite side to the one on which Malora was currently standing. As I got closer, I noticed the unmistakable signs and symptoms of facial trauma: puffy cheekbone, blood running down the face, and an extra-nasally tone of voice. "Aw, did I miss all the fun?" I asked in a casual voice. Glancing around the bar, I spotted a napkin holder, and tossed the entire package at Aedon. "You're leaking." And there she was, perfect timing, as usual. “Hey, you! Congrats! Those were some long overdue awards, Liya. I might have burst an eardrum or two when they announced you won. Even got a warning about being ‘a noisy public nuisance’.” Mal grinned. “Wade and I ran into Tweedledee and Tweedledum here,” she said, jerking her chin at Montrose One and Two. “Honestly, I’m hoping we run into them more often out in the ‘verse, they’re a fun change from monsters and chaos.”
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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 Feb 23, 2015 20:20:51 GMT -8
Alena's attention was diverted from her writer briefly, towards the unkempt woman.
"Thanks. Don't thank him, though.. He just ruins everything. I guess it's his fault I tried to kill you once, too. Huh.."
She turned her head to glance back at him, but he was already gone, standing next to Karana, a smirk on his face and another shot in his hand.. and then that one, too, was gone.
"Nah, nothing so insidious. It's just a Scooby Snack. I mean, if you want liquefied Corruption, then by all means, allow me.."
His smirk grew larger as Elly's head whipped around towards him, a look of indignation on her face, and raised his hand. A snap of his fingers, and a writhing orb of the nasty blue stuff appeared in midair. Elly's mouth dropped open in shock and disgust, but he just laughed.
"Lighten up, girl, this is the Sithies. Nothin' can go wrong here. Least you aren't dropping back into non-existence at the end of it this time around. Or are you just grumpy cuz Na'an isn't here for you to snog this time?"
Her cheeks flared up, a furious red, both from anger and a bit of embarrassment. It was also noteworthy that this was one of the very few times in her life that Eliana Shan had been at a loss for words.. “Kev, you ‘lil shit…” (…What? It’s his own damn words!) Malora smacked the ball of Corruption out of the air and smashed it under her bare foot. Like a boss. Because it’s the Sithies, and if there was ever a time to power-game the Corruption, it was now. “Quit messing with her,” she said, giving Eliana/Alena’s shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Be nice. You can terrorize your characters later.”
"--HI, Mal! How's life as a hobo?" He'd SOOOOO regret those words in a moment... But she didn’t have time to berate the writer further. Cue arrival of the biggest (most colorful) pain in her ass since Day One. Montrose. Mal turned to face him, cocked her head, and put on her best ‘bored smuggler’ smile. “It’s fantastic. How’s life with a broken nose?” She punched him in the face. From the almost-wince after the words ‘hobo’ left his mouth, he probably saw it coming. “Well… at least your hair will still be the envy of every My Little Pony on Coruscant.”
*He stood by his brother's side with his arms folded, tilting his chin up slightly, the smirk still there as his eyes scanned her up and down.* *Still quite nice-looking for someone so underdressed, though the scan was quite honestly mostly to see what kind of threat she might be. Amusing as the story was, there had to be something to her to make her able to pull one over on Aedon. Nice opening statement, bro, he added in his thoughts, though kept his outward composure intact.* Mal raised an eyebrow at Logann visual assessment. "Yes? Can I help you, Crayola Junior? Or do I need to sock you in the face, too?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 22, 2015 15:17:25 GMT -8
Her eyes caught and followed the latest newcomer to the bunch, her eyebrow raising at the woman's distinctly bedroom attire. Still, it was worth a good chuckle. The bartender turned and caught her eye, and she pointed at the bedroom woman and then at herself, "put it on my tab." That jewelry wasn't gonna do anyone any good.
"Sheesh. I'm glad I'M not working bar here."
She whirled, surprised at the unexpected voice from right next to her. A man was leaning against the bar, same as she was. He looked to be her age, with medium-length brown hair with a few blonde streaks here and there. His eyes were blue, like hers, and he almost reminded her of her brother, but there was something slightly off about that comparison.. Cao was a bit more athletic. And there was a spark to this one's eyes that Cao lacked..
He was wearing a strange combination of clothes for the occasion, though she was hardly one to talk. The odd man was wearing grey jeans with the cuffs turned up, red Converse (whatever those were in this universe), a black shirt with a strange gold symbol on it, a blue open zip-up hoodie with the letters "HA" on one side and "LO" on the opposite (obviously meant to join together when it was zipped up), and a necklace with three charms on it, each with exotic-looking symbols. And he was looking at her as if he knew everything about her.
"Remember last time I brought you here? You certainly had some fun." He smirked, turning to the bartender as he was handed a shot of some blue liquid. He downed it quickly, shook his head, then put the glass back down on the bar with a satisfying thud. "Damn tolerance."
"I know you, don't I?"
At a brief glance and another gesture, the bartender made another one of the "yummy" chocolate milks, putting it at Karana's spot, tapping her on the shoulder, and pointing to the technicolour-haired girl. *Getting into things? The grin on Logann's face was the signal that he was completely up for that. Getting into things was their pastime and one of his favorite hobbies. And quite certainly he'd love to get into things outside of the Sithies as well, revive the legacy, make the name Montrose known far and wide throughout the galaxy once more.* He finished what he thought should probably be his last glass for now. He knew his limits, but in his doldrums he hadn't exactly been paying attention to how much he'd been drinking, so for now he would play it safe, second liver or no. But he definitely noticed his brother seemingly almost choke on his drink and raised an eyebrow, following his gaze toward the... somewhat unkempt woman at the bar. He furrowed his brows, then asked,* I've known you for a while, bro, but never seen you almost spit out scotch because you saw a chick in her PJs. You know her or something'? Looking back over his shoulder toward Malora, and then back to Logann, the Bothan scoffed for a moment.
"I realize you haven't been around Gav for long, Blues...but there's something you oughtta know--"
Aedon quickly interjected, raising a hand and waving the Bothan off.
"It's nothing, bro, really..."
The Bothan furrowed his brow, which always seemed more-comical when a Bothan would do so.
"Nothing, Gav?! Really? That's the story we're going with?" He shot his glance back to Logann. "This kid's got it twisted. See that dame over there?! The raven-haired girl?" Obviously, the liquor was already hitting the Bothan in his spot where his brain-to-mouth filter was...his volume was increasing, and his tone was fairly-condescending. "See her?! That's Karana Malora. The only chick to ever have pulled one over on your 'bro'...she managed to leave the poor kid with naught but his knickers on more than a few occasions back on Coruscant!--"
It was sudden, the smack to the back of the Bothan's head. No quicker had it occurred than the Zeltron captain managed to interject on his behalf.
"--Gee, look at that bartender mixing up that Wookiee Wallbanger! I think that'd be a helluva drink, wouldn't it, bro?!" He motioned to the Bothan. "How about you go and grab us a couple, Na'me??? Thanks! I'd appreciate it!" As the tan-furred Bothan walked away, Aedon picked up where he left off. "Y'know...I've had that chick on her heels just as much as she got me, right?! Don't believe everything ya hear from Na'me...'Lil Mal' has had her share of embarrassing moments thanks to 'Yours Truly'!"
He made an elaborate motion with his hands to indicate that he was still as 'macho' as he appeared to be. It wasn't working...but Aedon felt slightly-better about his blunderous past as a result."So then, princess, when are you gonna show up and rescue me? Feels like it's been years since I got dragged off..." “It has been years,” Mal said, inspecting the glass for any leftover traces of-…oh, but look, two fresh drinks! She looked over her shoulder at whoever Wade had nodded at, spying a girl with some wicked wild hair and some guy that looked very familiar. The girl was looking murderously at him. Hmm. And then she caught a flash of violet down the bar a ways…was that…? Oh mai gawd, it was. Cue narrowing of the eyes. “But I’m totally on my way right now, your rescue is under way, and…” She turned back to face him, swiped her drink off the counter, and offered him a wry smile. “…don’t call me Princess.” Malora popped the straw in her mouth, took a long draw, grabbed Wade’s hand, and hauled him towards the two who’d sent them the drinks. “C'mon, let’s go bother some people.”
She strolled up next to the young woman with the friggin’ awesome hair, sliding her earphones off her ears and letting them hang around her neck. “You gave me drinks!” Mal beamed at her. “I like you. Although, I guess, technically, it was you.” The smuggler turned to Kevin briefly, watching the tension between writer and his character. “Having fun, Kevvie? What are you drinking, anyway? It’s so…blue. What is it, like, liquefied Corruption? Melted Blue Raspberry Sour Patch Kids?” She picked up a couple bloated olives floating in a discarded glass on the bar counter next to them. Taking careful aim, Mal hurled the olives through the air (perhaps a little too hard) at Aedon Gavin Friggin’ Montrose. It was a fair distance, and she’d probably have missed had it not been the Sithies, but they hit their target. “You, come here, right now,” she mouthed silently at him, beckoning with her pointer finger.
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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 Feb 22, 2015 12:23:35 GMT -8
Yes, MASSIVE congrats to Liya! *squee*
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 20, 2015 23:01:59 GMT -8
This is black-tie, right? Fancy gowns and flashy heels and perfume an’ shit? Okay. Oblivious to anyone and everything except for the tunes blasting from the headphones tucked against her ears, Malora danced into the main hall, baggy sweatpants, bare feet, black hair an absolute bedtime mess, and an old red tank top with the words ‘I went to Mustafar and all I got was this horrible burnt flesh’ across the chest. In fact, the ‘off duty’ smuggler (because seriously, it’s like 2am and there’s no kriffin’ way I’m gonna spend twenty minutes scrolling the net for a sexy gown picture right now) made it all the way to the nearest bar before she realized she was at the Sithies and not back in her bedroom. “This shindig again?” Malora moved one end of the headphones off her left ear, taking quick stock of the gathered peeps in all their sexy-glam glory as she busted another ridiculous move. “Oooh. Underdressed.” She spun on the spot, popped a hip-sway, and snapped her fingers at the bartender. “POW! Don’t care.” A grin. “Hit me with a chocolate milk, yo! Make it yummy.” Because he totally knew what that meant. This was the Sithies. These bar people are magic. As he plunked the frosty glass down in front of her, he added a few liberal shots of something 'yummy', and Mal tossed a straw into the mix. "I'd tip you, but apparently all my credits are back in reality, so... hmm." She paused her dancing, taking a sip, and patted her non existent pockets. The tender looked on expectantly. "Uh...oh! Here." She disappeared below the bar for a moment, shakin' her booty the whole way down to pluck the little silver toe ring from her foot. "Mazel tov, give your fake girlfriend a present." With a smile and a nod, Mal deposited the jewelry on the counter in front of him and nudged her headphone back over her left ear, rolled up the volume, and bounced to the beat on the spot as she sucked down all the cold chocolate yummy-spiked goodness.
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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 Feb 9, 2015 12:47:49 GMT -8
Mal sighed thoughtfully, jamming a couple more things in her knapsack as she tried to come up with a plan that wouldn't end in disaster. It’d been so long since she’d been on her own, she’d forgotten how to run the show solo. Plans were not her forte. She was a follower (by choice), not a leader (also by choice), a real ‘fly by the seat of my pants and hope shit pans out alright’ kind of smuggler. Maybe that worked when it was just her on her own schedule. But a rescue mission? These things needed planning. In fact, she should be taking a leaf out of Jace's book and doing some kind of careful spy reconnaissance thing, find out what she’s walking into, plot an exit route, etc. It would totally be the smart, captainy, leadery thing to do.
Unfortunately, that required patience and foresight. Ain’t nobody got time for that shit. Wade could be dying right now! Malora checked the charge on her blaster again. “Next, I go into town, ask a few questions, find out where Grimo the Hutt is chillin’ these days. Authorities usually can’t be bothered with missing persons, especially on a planet full of forest and hungry vornsk, so… Best place to start if you’re lookin’ for someone. Grimo was pretty well connected. Of course, all information comes with a price.”
With a tiny smile, the trouble-maker hooked a dark wayward lock behind her ear and crouched in front of her Astromech friend; bright blue eyes met round dark photoreceptor, [counterpart] to [counterpart]. Most of her wished she could bring him. Wrench was her family, too, even if he couldn't remember it, and since Fel wasn't here, it was her job to watch his mechanical back. “I need you to stay here, keep an eye on the ship for me. If things go south, which they usually do, we’ll need a quick exit.” She rose, ensured her coms frequency was right, and then headed through the ship towards the lowered landing ramp. “I’ll keep you updated via coms, okay?” she added as he followed her. Another smile, a little wave, and Malora departed, traversing the mess of ancient roots and muddy ground as she headed towards Hyllyard City.
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 3, 2015 13:28:57 GMT -8
What's our course and destination... (counterpart*)?* -- Malora had forbidden Wrench to call her 'Master,' and so, after much coaxing, repetition and cajoling Wrench had settled on the Binary droid term reserved for equals / counterparts, which does not have a proper Galactic Basic translation. Myrkr. Why Myrkr, she wondered. The native home of the ysalamiri and the vornskr, the planet was all thick forest, squatty mountains and flat plains, relatively low on the traffic and population meter, altogether pretty unexciting. Maybe that was the draw, though. If you’re Galen’s runaway science experiment, well, trying to hide somewhere all busy and super populated probably wasn’t a good place to start. Most of Myrkr’s ‘visitors’ were hunters and trappers looking to relieve the planet of some of its prized native animals. Maybe Wade had found a ride with one of them and had decided to stay. With all the ysalamiri around, Galen and his Jekk would have a tough time getting at him. “Hmm?” Wrench’s chatter broke through her thoughts. Malora blew out a sigh, stretching in the copilots chair, smiling at the slightly uncertain pause near the end of his question where ‘Master’ would have been. He was still getting used to not using it. “Well…let’s see here.” She yawned a little, pouring over the planetary charts. “Let’s touch down somewhere outside Hyllyard. I don’t wanna attract attention if this thing goes sideways, but I need to be able to get to the city without it taking hours.” Mal sucked on her bottom lip. “This looks good,” she said, pointing out the coordinates. “Right on the edge of the forest. We’re covered from Hyllyard but everything is still accessible.” The smuggler stood, adjusting her borrowed socks. They were Fel’s, way too big for her, kept sinking down her ankles, but they were warm. “Take us down, Little Man. Let’s see how smooth atmo can be. I’m gonna go gear up. Right after I send the Three Stooges a holo.” Malora opened an encrypted line to her two crewmates. “Liya, Jace, it’s me. Listen, I found Wade. He’s on Myrkr; we just arrived, actually. I've got Wrench with me, he’s got a bad case of droid amnesia but we’re working through it. I dumped Oz and Mack off on Nar Shaddaa, didn't want too many variables. I, uh…I’m not sure what I’m walking into here. Wade’s files were vague on details, but there was mention of failed brainwashing and some kind of..transformation? I have no idea what that means but it doesn't sound good. Here’s hoping there’s enough Wade to rescue. I’ll do what I have to. I know there’s a Hutt in the area. Grimo. Did some business with him in the past, although he wasn't on Myrkr. Seems like a good place to start asking questions. I’ll be out of touch for a while on-planet, but Wrench will be here. Any updates on your end? Haven’t heard from you or Jace much. Hopefully that means it’s goin’ good. Miss you guys. Anyway, I’m off. Rescuing Wade, man…so weird. He was always the one saving OUR asses. Guess it’s time to repay the favors. Hey…don’t worry about me, ‘kay? I’ll be fine, I got this shit in the bag. I’ll check back when I've got him. Mal out.”Ten minutes later, she was back in the cabin looking every inch the sassy outlaw she was, DL-44 at her hip, a few tricks up her sleeves, and an outfit that would make a monk think twice.
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 2, 2015 20:57:35 GMT -8
Who came up with the derelict ship idea? I think it was Galdaart Fel. Did you have an idea for location, Cap'n? I'd totally be down for Naboo, be it space or planet.
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Post by Karana Malora on Feb 2, 2015 15:38:59 GMT -8
The little multi-coloured spare-parts droid chirped a simple one note affirmative, and swiveled back to the task at-hand, excited to do something that was perhaps a little dangerous and adventurous.
Wrench. (he was Wrench.) Wade Connors. Captain Galdaart Fel. Friend. Crew.
Words and data-files from corrupt batches flooded his mind. Friend begat 'family,' Crew begat 'friends.' 'Friends' begat 'Malora,' 'Dazac,' 'Sam,' 'Liya,' 'Jace' and many other words for which he didn't have an understanding of yet. This had the possibility of becoming cyclical, and so the little droid (Wrench) shelved the thoughts for a little while, and set about programming coordinates for Nar Shaddaa. In due course, he activated the UA's hyperdrive, and swiveled his radome to look at the stars, as they became streaks of light outside the canopy, to which he ooohed and aaaahed like a schoolboy. After a long, quiet jump, The Unfair Advantage left hyperspace behind and made for the surface of Nar Shaddaa with purpose. They landed without event. It took Malora and Oz Griffin ten minutes to drag the sleeping Mack Revette into the taxi, along with all of his weapons and Oz’s massive amount of tech. She’d left Oz with enough credits to last him for a long while, and instructions to drop Mack off at Asinia’s Way House. He’d wake up surrounded by beautiful women and booze. If she had to dump him somewhere without a goodbye, well, she figured it was the least she could do. There was a holorecording in his pocket saying she’d see him again, along with a brief explanation, but she was careful not to tell him where she was going. Oz, on the other hand, knew everything, but she didn't need to worry about the genius following her. Charging into the unknown with a high probability of death wasn't really his cup o’ caf. He kept staring at her though, all excited, like she was under a microscope and he was waiting for her to spontaneously morph into another species or something. It was weird. But Oz was weird. …So, not that weird, actually. Mal waited until they disappeared into the flashing neon lights and stinky smog, gave a last wave, and headed back on board the UA without another backward glance. Ship primed, coordinates set, Malora and her Astromech companion took to the skies once more, opened hyperspace, and were back in the swirlin’ blue before long. Onwards, to Myrkr. Onwards, to Wade.
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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 Feb 2, 2015 13:22:31 GMT -8
Identify ‘Wrench’? What the… She swiveled her chair around to stare at the droid, eyebrows crumpled together over narrowed eyes. Mal had half a mind to haul Oz up to the flight deck and ask some questions. Like, why doesn't Wrench remember he’s Wrench, why is he calling her Master, etc, but honestly, they didn't have the time for lengthy Q&A. She felt a little bad, though. She’d been so focused, SO focused on finding Wade and hunting down leads about Fel that she’d apparently completely missed everything else going on around her. God, I’d make a terrible captain…
“Well, you’re Wrench.” Malora smiled, suddenly a little nervous. “That’s your name.” She had almost zero knowledge when it came to droid maintenance or repairs or anything going on in their little wired interiors, but she’d seen Dazac work on a protocol droid once, and had struggled to pay attention the few times Fel had tried explaining their inner workings to her. But she figured this was some kind of temporary (she hoped) droid amnesia from all the techy-mechy stuff Oz had been messing with under his dome. It was like someone had hit the reset button; Wrench had, in his mind, just left the factory. He still had all of Fel's jump files though, so it’s not like everything had been erased… Malora hesitated to get too in depth with her answers. She felt like she was intruding on a moment that should have been Fel’s. “And Wade? Wade Connors. He’s a member of our crew. He’s my friend, and he’s in trouble, and it’s up to you and me to help him.”
She turned her chair back around, her spirit sinking a little. “And then we need to go get the Captain. Fel. Galdaart Fel, remember him? He runs the crew. Flies the ship with you. Keeps us together…” A quiet fell over her. “S'ok, Wrench. It’ll come back to you. Keep those jump files. Use ‘em, in fact.”
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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, 2015 17:40:30 GMT -8
Bee-tee-dubs, it totally killed my little perfectionist angel to rush-post that, am not pleased with it, but at this point, it really doesn't matter. I'm determined to catch up with the Cloud City gang before the end of this year. XD
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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 Jan 26, 2015 17:35:04 GMT -8
Finally posted! Super big apology to Mack and Oz (and Wrench) for having to wait so long, and a bigger apology for having to basically overwrite you guys and rush through the whole thing, but we've all been stuck there for too long. Took a few liberties, fudged a few lines, but we'll be off planet and meeting up with Wade by tomorrow, if we're lucky. Mack, Oz, I'm dropping you guys off on Nar Shaddaa, and I'm not writing it out, I'll add it in condensed form when we arrive on Myrkr. Feel free to do your own thing after Wrench posts! Dan, if you could have Wrench jump The UA right from the Telos forums to Open Orbit over Myrkr, please. It's just him, Malora, and the UA now! We're off to rescue Wade.
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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, 2015 17:29:50 GMT -8
Do you want every single file and runtime on the system or just the documents?" She deliberated for a minute, watching the screen over his shoulder. “Gimme everything, we can sift through it later and see what else we find,” Mal sighed, digging through her pack as her commlink chirped. Weird, since she wasn’t due to check in with Liya and Jace for another few days. “I just wanna get the hell outta here; knowing Galen knows we’re here just..gives me the creeps,” she mumbled, clapping Oz on the shoulder as she moved away, fiddling with her coms. But it wasn't Liya or Jace. He activated his photoreceptor, casting his gaze around the cabin. Assuming the crew to be abed, he voiced his readiness for action, should there be a supervisory droid nearby. Repair and service droid R2-P47 stands ready to assist. Orders? A determined string of Astromech beeps and whirls sounded over the mic, filling the room. It was Wrench. Before they left for the bunker, Malora had set the ship to alert them of any kind of activity around and within. Y’know, just in case. “Wrench?! That you?” Her tense, focused expression cracked. The smile reached both ears. “Hey, little man! Where ya been? Never mind, we’re on our way back to the ship, warm ‘er up for us, alright? I’ll catch you up on everything later.” Pocketing the comms, Mal made sure the charges were set properly (Mack was great, but he’d probably misplace his own head if it weren’t attached to him) while Oz finished the download, and the group headed back to the surface, pausing only to detonate the explosives. She didn’t turn back to watch as the ground caved in atop the lift, dust and dirt thrown sky high. Hearing Wrench’s ‘voice’ brought their huge task ahead of them rolling back through her mind. There was only one way. Forward. Wade. Fel. Gather the crew again. BE a crew again. End Galen. No one wanted to stick around and see the Jekk arrive, so the group hustled aboard the UA and were off the ground and in the skies (thanks to Wrench) before the dirt had settled. Mal set Oz to work sifting through the data and Mack to bed with a special heavy drink she’d concocted herself and the promise of a chat later. After stashing her gear, the smuggler made her way to the cockpit after a short consultation with Oz, face grim and stomach writhing in anxiety. They’d found a planet. They’d found Wade. There was no relief, no joy at the discovery, no ease of tension. So they knew where he was, what he’d been doing, what had happened (sort of). Now they had to GET to him, and with all the uncertainty surrounding him now…it was complicated. More than Mal had figured it would be. But her decision to go in alone on this one still remained. Mack was too unpredictable, and Oz was too valuable to take where she was going. He’d probably understand that. Mack, though… Well. He was out cold, hopefully for the rest of the flight. She’d make it up to him later. Malora paused outside the cockpit door, hand leaning on the wall, head bowed in mental exhaustion, wondering if this was how Fel felt when she’d been taken by Tir Kaarn. Terrified of what he didn’t know, worried it would never be over. Did she know he was looking for her? Would he make it in time? Would she still be Malora after this? What if he lost her…? She pulled herself out of Fel’s past mindset and scrubbed at her eyes with grimy hands, willing the ache in her head to dissipate, and clomped through the door into the cockpit. No time for musings. Gotta get goin’. Shit to sort out. Jumps to program. Unconscious people to drop off. But first things first. “Well lookit you!” Malora shuffled over to Wrench who was busy fixing something near the pilot’s chair. “All mobile and ready to go, already on top o’ stuff.” She bent down, wrapping the Astromech in a hug, and planted a kiss on his dome. “Missed you. We got a few trips to plan, buddy. I’ll pop the coordinates into the nav computer for you.” She set their destinations and sat down in the co-pilots chair, scraping her hair back into a ponytail. “First up, Nar Shaddaa. Quick in ‘n’ out, we drop Mack and Oz and jet. Then…” She set her eyes on the skies outside the viewport and swallowed. “Then, we’re going to rescue Wade, Wrench. We’re going to Myrkr. ...Wanna take us out? Ready when you are.”
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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, 2015 12:19:22 GMT -8
Also, SWTOR is a good place to look. Especially on the RP servers. I'll look into that, I'm still a regular active there.
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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 15, 2015 21:02:32 GMT -8
I thought I'd be able to squeeze a post in but damn... I'm getting close to 'Lor Busy'. Welcome to the Occasional OOC Haunting/Post-Like-Every-14-Months/Too-Kriffin'-Busy-To-Have-A-Life-Or-Do-Things-I-Wanna-Do Club! I'd give you a badge, but I've been too busy to make one. There would be cookies in the corner over there, but I was too busy for that, too.
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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 Jan 11, 2015 21:33:26 GMT -8
Hey, my galactic peeps. Couple things: -I had surgery. Gallbladder is gone. Would rather lick sandpaper and eat banana-beef protein bars every day for the rest of my life than go through another surgery. Never. Kriffing. Again. -mom's radiation is done, but her three years of chemo just started, so while I do have more time to sit on my sexy duff and crank out posts, it will most likely take me three days to finish one line due to having to get up and help her out every ten minutes. ...then again, it takes me like five days to finish a post at all, so, I guess that's all moot point. -Got a fancy new computer for Christmas. Didn't realize how much of a tech idiot I was. Messed up my whole system after two days. Will be fixing that shortly so I can type my posts on my pretty new keyboard. -Miss you guys so incredibly much. 'kay. Back to catching up on reading all your posts! Setting aside 17 hours of my life for Dante's, since a quick survey of the forums told me he wrote another book. We need a word for those epics. Like, book, post...bosts? Pooks? Lor
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