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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 16, 2016 23:33:58 GMT -8
Why not give locations throughout the galaxy a status much like the traffic light system? Certain locations that can be expendable, preferably places that have not seen much role play in a while. So that would mean anything could happen to the location itself and not to an individual who would prefer that their character remain alive. If two opposing forces want to plan a massive war, it could happen on a 'no mans land' planet where someone could have the chance to raise an entire city to rubble to stir things up in the war. Even set in guidelines much like the guidelines to invading a planet. Obviously no one would want a single person to come in and destroy an entire city or a large portion of it for no reason, or even go on a killing spree killing thousands of civilians. To avoid that, the degree of chaos would depend on how many people are involved. Say a massive RP involves two of the biggest factions, only something like that could result in an entire city being raised to rubble. I think with a little more development and discussion, something like this might be worth a try. I've seen other RP websites utilize this idea successfully. Of course, they had ten times the amount of traffic JvS has, and right now, a good chunk of the writers here are tied up in their big war. I'd hate to let the SpontRP idea die completely, but it doesn't seem like many writers are available for something like this right now. Unless we wouldn't mind a small group? Nothing wrong with small. We could table Rackham's genius idea, work on it over the next few months, and in the meantime try a smaller scale, simpler SpontRP like the Tatooine Tavern idea. No plot, no plans, no pressure, just drinks and chaos. (Because you know SOMEONE'S gonna pull out a blaster or a lightsaber and shit's gonna hit the fan within six posts.) Something easy to pass the time.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 4, 2015 15:17:55 GMT -8
Her green eyes grew poisonous as she pushed off from the wall and moved towards him. "Don't hold your breath," she snapped, smacking the fusion cutter in his hand much harder than necessary. She'd thought about handing it over the wrong way with the power on, but she'd save the dark joy of slicing his hand off for future use. "Give it up already, your confidence is wasted on me. But I get it."
She sat cross-legged, rummaging through the tool box near his side. "You're one of those guys. You live for the challenge, fun is in the chase. You see something you can't have and that bothers you, so you waste your energy going for it anyway." She shrugged a little, hints of her old arrogant aristocratic self peeking through her expression. "I used to be the same way. Except nothing was impossible for me. I got everything I wanted."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 4, 2015 14:01:37 GMT -8
Lia rolled her eyes, jaw set as she followed him. "See? And just like that. Pissed off."
She paused where he'd hung his jacket, and after a moment of thought, removed her blaster and holster belt, hanging it on top of his coat. It was the tiniest gesture of good faith on her part, given his decent behavior. …Besides, his personal shield would stop a blaster bolt, and shooting someone in an engine room was too dangerous. She could always stab him if she needed to, anyway.
Malora's tight, revealing clothes were starting to frustrate Lia. How did someone move in this shit? It wasn't practical. She shrugged off the leather jacket, tossing it over the hook as well, and ventured after Rik into the engine room with her usual sour expression. Leaning against the wall near the entrance, Lia monitored him from afar, turning his words over in her brain. His apparent honesty and integrity bugged her to no end. "So…let me get this straight. I'm a fugitive with a price on my head, I'm constantly being hunted, trouble follows me…and you still want me to stay? There's a reason I jump ship, y'know. You'd be shot on sight for harboring me."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 4, 2015 13:08:37 GMT -8
Okay, so she wouldn't have to kill him. Yet.
"Get along with?" Lia snorted derisively, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned on one hip, and gave Rik a doubtful look. "Where've you been the past few weeks? You annoy the hell outta me! Every time you open your mouth, I get pissed off, so unless you're some kind of masochist, your definition of 'get along with' is all kinds of wrong, Vane."
If he was telling the truth (which he probably wasn't, no one told the truth), he'd just earned a point or two in Liya's 'halfway decent scum' book. Other than Krayton Jantsk, no one who'd found her out had ever not pounced on the opportunity. They'd drawn it out, pretended not to know, set their traps, etc. Rik had just come right out and told her he knew, and wasn't gonna do anything about it. She wasn't reading deceit from him, but she'd been wrong before and she wasn't the best people-reader. So either he was legit, or he wanted something else.
Probably the latter. He'd given her no reason to mistrust him, and she knew that, but her list of trusted people was blank for a reason.
Lia's glare hardened, but there was confusion in her voice. "What do you want, then, if you're not gonna collect?"
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 3, 2015 19:40:43 GMT -8
The stars were ripped apart, drawn both ways until they could stretch no more. A bright white-blue flash, the ship under her feet shuddered, and they shot forward into the swirling blue safety of hyperspace.
Lia released her white-knuckled grip on the back of Rik's chair. Silence thickened around her, broken only by the slow thudding of her heart in her ears as her adrenaline settled. All things considered, for a shitstorm on a Core planet, it had gone relatively smoothly. They'd lost the bounty hunters, for now anyway, they were both still breathing, the ship was intact (mostly)… Of course, there was one little problem. Rik wasn't stupid. Well, he was, but not that kind of stupid. She'd known since he'd found her stowing away on his ship that she wouldn't be able to pull the wool over his eyes for long, and after the chaos on Corulag, there was no way her shallow cover wasn't blown. He knew, or he'd figure it out soon, and since everyone is really a self-serving back-stabbing jackass at heart, he'd take one look at her numbers and it would be game over for Lia.
And that just couldn't happen.
But how to handle it? Usually, it was easy. Kill whoever found out, steal whatever they had, and keep moving. But, she was on a ship she couldn't fly, in hyperspace headed Whills only know where, and aside from being all kinds of epically irritating, the guy really hadn't been all that bad. She wasn't evil, she didn't kill if she didn't have to (anymore, at least). But her levels of trust in the galaxy at large were floating in the negative zone, and after years of being hunted and betrayed and knocked down, Lia found it safer to just group everyone in the same box o' bad and not bother to sort them out. When it boiled down to it, anyone that wasn't her didn't really matter in the long run. She looked out for Number One, whatever it took.
That's why, after a careful four second debate, Lia took a quick few steps back from Rik's chair, loosened her DL-44 in its holster, and tucked her knife just under her jacket sleeve for easy access. His tech might mess with her blaster, but there were other ways to put someone down. "What the hell was that about?!" No reason she couldn't give it one last try. Luckily for Lia, outrage was not a foreign look, and coupled with the right sharp tone, it would sell her feigned shock to any lesser man. "Hunters? What, are you wanted or something? You almost got me killed!!"
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Post by Lia Corusa on Aug 28, 2015 12:00:07 GMT -8
Lia is short for 'Aurelia', which means 'golden, gilded'. Corusa is short for 'Coruscani', which is just a fancy variation on the planet Coruscant. It's rumored that the Coruscani family made much of their wealth dealing in rare Corusca gems.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Mar 5, 2015 22:50:54 GMT -8
She yanked her arms from his hands and took a step back, using the movement to take a quick but subtle glance around them. Surplus she wasn't worried about, but Melia and her secret organization was a different story. "Your kitchens are clean. Also I should stay on the ship while you handle this." Lia fixed Rik with a stare that left no room for argument and no hope of answers to the questions her insistence would probably spring up in his mind. "Curamelle and the Core worlds are about the last places I'd like to jump ship, so I'm gonna stay in my room, you're gonna hurry Surplus and Melia off your ship, and then you're gonna drop me off somewhere far, far away from Corulag."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Mar 5, 2015 21:36:01 GMT -8
She'd been in the middle of contemplating six different ways to end Rik's life when his voice sounded over the intercom.
"Service ..with a smile?" Make that seven different ways. "I don't service, and I don't smile, asshat," she muttered. Lia dropped the sponge back in the galley sink, wiped her hands on the recycled towel, and stepped back to scan her work. Her body ached from the work, but the galley sparkled at her appreciatively. She'd scrubbed and buffed and scraped and oiled and elbow-greased until she couldn't find any hint of a reason for Rik to claim she hadn't done her job and hold her here any longer than necessary. Unfortunately, their detour to Corulag meant she'd be stuck with Captain Over-Confident for another few days. The Core Worlds were on her blacklist. Too much traffic, too much law, too easy to be spotted. Even thinking about it made her jittery. What if there was a random inspection? Things could go wrong very easily, and while she had a few contingency plans and plenty of experience thinking on her feet, Lia knew she needed to take a few steps to ensure she'd get out of this alive and uncaptured without completely giving away her own situation.
Time to talk to Rik.
She'd kept her distance from Surplus and the girl that held his leash during their trip, and they'd done the same for her. He understood her actions, she could see that even through the heavy veil of pain that hung over his features, and while she didn't know the whole story, she understood his, right down to the reason he'd needed a lift to Curamelle. It was obvious he was under duress to some extent, he'd all but said it earlier, and Melia was his prison-guard. The guy was dealt a rough hand, but even sick and worn out as he was, Lia could tell he was clever. Maybe he'd work it out. Maybe he'd die on Curamelle. She felt for the guy, but it wasn't her problem. The sooner they left, the better, for everyone.
Leaving the clean galley and her musings behind, Lia double-timed it through the hallways to the cockpit, hoping to catch the 'mechanic extraordinaire' before they had an audience. If he expected her to help off-load the cargo or anything of the sort, he had another thought comin'. The blonde raced around the corner, determined.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 28, 2015 16:47:21 GMT -8
"I don't," she scowled. Who was this chick? How the hell did everyone seem to know her name? Driven more by annoyance than curiosity, Lia's gaze bounced between Rik and Surplus, looking for an answer. "But Rik does, apparently. He had these stashed in a drawer in his room," she said, looking down at the leathers. "Not really my style, but they worked in a pinch." The fugitive raised her eyebrows expectantly at the two men. "So? Who the fuck is she? What the fuck is she, 'cause you've all got different reactions to the name Malora." She nodded at Rik. "See? Look. Right there. He looks like he's recalling the best damn nerfburger he's ever eaten or something. And your…whatever Melia is to you…" Lia waved a hand in dismissal at Surplus. "She would've shot her on sight. Obviously Malora has some enemies. You, though…" She angled her keen green gaze at their 'passenger'. "…I don't get your reaction. Back on your ship, when Rik mentioned her, it was like you were hopeful it was real, but also very glad it wasn't. You care, I can see that much."
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 16, 2015 22:38:22 GMT -8
Heal up, feel better, @dantedeveaux. Send the germs packing!
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 13, 2015 19:42:08 GMT -8
Drawing his sword, he activated the manual release for the door, which opened the obligatory few inches before requiring someone to finish sliding it open in its track.
He stood on the other side of the now-ajar door, and waited. We got a live one in the next room... “Is it one of those undead things?” Lia came up next to Emma, E-11 trained steadily on the door. It was open just a few inches, almost begging someone to slip a finger in and slide it back fully. “Probably not. If it was, it’d be trying to get out,” she mumbled, answering her own question. The fugitive stopped a few paces from the door, watching it warily. Whoever it was obviously knew they were there, but they were making no move to reveal themselves or get involved. Well, that was fine with Lia. At least, it would be on an ordinary day. Normally, you couldn't pay Lia to investigate something like this, but they were on a ghost ship full of undead science experiments, and if there was a chance whoever was hiding back there could add another gun to their merry band of misfits, they could use all the firepower they could get if they wanted to leave this floating nightmare with their skin intact.
Slowly and with much trepidation, Lia gripped the door and prepared to slide it back.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 13, 2015 18:14:45 GMT -8
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 12, 2015 21:26:20 GMT -8
I'd also vote once a month, to start at least. Although I've heard interest in the 'every two weeks' thing, since I know there were quite a few people who couldn't make this last one.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 9, 2015 18:34:33 GMT -8
So the event might be officially over, but some of us are still continuing what we started. Let's keep goin'!
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 8, 2015 21:41:33 GMT -8
Their progress was slow. Wave upon wave of undead creatures assaulted them, unstable flooring and structural damage demanded careful footing and a quick eye. But with Rik and the Sith at the front, the creatures didn’t stand a chance, and Alena turned out to have just as sharp an eye for danger as Lia did. Once or twice, the two of the managed to steer everyone around a few hazardously sagging bits of floor that no one else seemed to see. Every now and then, Lia caught sight of the man with the sabers who’d shouted at them earlier, following the group at a safe distance. Maybe he was here to help. Maybe he was just waiting for one of them to break off so he could get a kill in. Who knew?
With a final slash of red saber and crackle of rifle lightning, the last creature zombie-thing fell to the floor in pieces just as they arrived at the central computer core. Or, at least, the door to the central computer core. “Hey. Sith.” Lia nodded at the door. “There’s no doorbell. Mind cutting us an entrance?”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 8, 2015 16:07:57 GMT -8
Lia yelped as the vent lurker crashed to the floor next to her. Again. “Would you quit doing that!!” she snapped, loosening her trigger finger at the last moment. She trained her blaster away from the girl, trying to slow her heart-rate down. On edge? Well, yeah, they were running around on a ghost ship full of infected undead things and a whole ‘lotta people looking to make a profit on something. “Wait, you know what those are?” Lia pointed at the creatures littering the floor a few paces away. “I don’t really care what they are, as long as they die. But how do you—“
The door blew open behind them, and the Sith stalked through, double blades lit and ready.
Oddly enough, Lia was pleased to see him (although she’d nearly shot him again on instinct), but you’d never guess it from her sour expression. Alena had mentioned a database information mine. Lia didn't give two fucks about salvage anymore, she just wanted off this floating house of horrors, but Rik? Rik probably wasn't gonna to leave empty-handed, and if they were gonna group up to find this shit, having a lightsaber at the front of the line was preferable.
But, she wasn't the boss here. “Rik?” The fugitive sent the masked gadget-master a look that clearly said I-Am-Rapidly-Approaching-My-Wits-End-Here. “Put Sithy Duel-Blades in front and let’s haul ass. All of us, yes, including you, Vent Crawler,” she said sharply, hauling the girl on the floor to her feet and giving her a shove towards Alena. “At least this way I don’t need to worry about you falling on my head anymore.” God, she hated groups. She had half a mind to ditch the lot of them and wait back on the ship. Their fates weren't her responsibility. She didn't owe them anything. Except maybe Rik. But one look at the ‘dead’ dead-ish things on the ground and she knew she wouldn't get far without Rik’s rifle.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 8, 2015 13:22:41 GMT -8
“Ugh!” She growled in annoyance as she looked over her shoulder, bringing her E-11 to bear on the approaching group as Alena’s left had made fireworks. “How many people are on this fucking thing?!”
Then she saw one of them was missing half its torso.
…Okay. Well. Lia didn’t need any more information than that. No need for more words. She raised her rifle, took aim, and put a few bolts in the head of the closest newcomer. Adrenaline kicked in, sharp clarity focusing the scene before her. Suddenly dealing with the Sith seemed like the better option. A couple grenades might have cleared the creatures away easy enough, but given the state of the ship, it would probably collapse the whole hallway and kill them in the process, too. Lia threw Rik a quick glance. "Please tell me you have a gadget for this!" she yelled.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 8, 2015 0:57:48 GMT -8
Rule number two: don’t ask questions, and ninety-nine percent of the time, she didn't care enough about the answers to break it. But the weird-as-fuck scene that had just unfolded in front of her begged a few of them, and while they certainly didn't have time for a lengthy Q&A, there was time for one. She’d listened carefully to the exchange, E-11 still out, eyes sharp as a Nagai’s blade, following every movement. When it became clear that Alena wasn't going to be a problem (right now, at least), Lia holstered her weapon, trained her searing gaze on Rik, and let loose the question burning her brain up for the past five minutes. Salvage could wait another minute.
“Force-sensitive? Explain. Now. Because how else would you know she was a dead space in the Force?” Her tone made it clear they were going nowhere until all of this was figured out. Because if Rik was actually Force-sensitive, they might have a problem. Force-wielders could read minds. Not that hers was an open book, but there was plenty she wouldn't want him ‘reading’. "You." The fugitive jerked her chin towards Alena, who had clearly just gone through some kind of mental trauma by removing her visor. The effect was lost on Lia, mostly because she knew next to nothing about the Force, but also because Lia just didn't care about whatever inner turmoil was plaguing the girl. She had her own problems. "You can feel the Force? What does it say about him? Is he able to feel it?"
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 7, 2015 21:05:20 GMT -8
Sith, Jedi, unstable floors, lightsabers, ‘bounty’ offers, random females falling from the ceiling…yeah. She was definitely gonna kill Rik.
Then the Sith made an offer, and mentioned something about her ‘criminal status’. And now it was time to go, like, immediately, because Lia could feel the tension building and she wanted zero part in any of this. She hadn't spend five years running and hiding and surviving just to die in the crossfire on some ancient space-rubble. To hell with six figures of salvage. They’d find it elsewhere.
“We need to go before I start shooting people again,” Lia hissed urgently at Rik, eyeing the woman waving to her on the floor with suspicion. “Let the Sith keep his credits and fight his own damn battle, I’m done with this floating playground, let’s go…”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 7, 2015 0:53:32 GMT -8
Lia fell backwards as the Force slammed into her chest, knocking her on her back and sending her sliding a good twenty feet down the hallway. Air left her lungs in a rush, but she couldn’t lay there, couldn’t catch her breath, had to get up, had to run, had to fight, but mostly run, because as creative as she was, odds were always stacked against you when you couldn’t push people around with your mind. She heard Rik’s voice as she scrambled on her side and put her hand out to push herself up… only to meet empty space. Lia cast her gaze sideways.
She’d missed a gaping hole in the floor by inches. Inches.
And there were others. Big, small, they peppered the hallway floor beyond like so many giant coins cast on a table.
Air returned suddenly to her lungs. Carefully, she crawled away from the gaping hollow in the floor, noting every heart-stopping groan of the floor. But she hadn’t forgotten about the guy with the lightsaber. Which was red, by the way. Lia knew enough about these people to know red meant bad things ninety-nine percent of the time. “Jumpy. Just… jumpy,” she panted in agreement, coming to stand next to Rik. Her E-11 was still trained on the Force user, for all the good it would do her, and her green eyes glittered venomously at him. But she knew when to fold. For now. There was one good thing about all of this, though. He was obviously not a bounty hunter, or she’d be tied up in the back of his ship already.
Lia glanced at Rik. “Got anything that can fly over holes? Because the hallway is full of ‘em, and that’s where we need to go. Or we could go back to the ship and get the hell out of here. I'm in favor of that.” She eyed the man with the saber, her sour expression full of distaste. “And how are we supposed to get past Saber Boy here?”
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