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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 21, 2015 21:28:39 GMT -8
Derelict craft would definitely work. I'm game for it. It brings to mind, like, a bazillion what-ifs and how-the-kriffs, but I guess that's half the fun: solving it spontaneously IC! No better ideas here. Yet, at least.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 30, 2014 17:30:47 GMT -8
Lia snorted, angling a look up at Krayton. “Then you’re screwed, buddy, ‘cause I’m not much of a pilot.” She rose, tossing him back the bit of vexxtal, and faced the man squarely. Space had swallowed them whole and the air grew sharp with chill, but after roughing it in cargo holds and blocked vents for five years, it didn't bother her much. “The last time I touched a control board was over Manaan, and let’s just say it was a loooong swim back. So.” She crossed her arms, leaning on one hip, careful not to step on anything around her as she shifted her stance. Truth be told, Lia wasn't sure what held less risk of death for her: piloting this flying bomb or digging through an asteroid for rare crystals. Neither sounded appealing. Sure, she took risks every now and then, worked dangerous jobs, bet on dangerous people, but this? This wasn't dangerous, this was suicidal. There was no out, nothing to fall back on if things went sour. The runaway liked to keep one foot in, one foot out, just in case she needed to back out. But this was a two-feet-in kind of job, and in Lia’s small experience, two-feet-in never ended well, and that went for anything from jobs to relationships.
…Of course, she could always just leave Krayton on the asteroid and make a break for the nearest planet on her own if something went wrong. Cold move? Totally. But Lia’s game was survival at any cost, so…yeah. She could do that, if things went badly. She’d abandoned people before to keep her own skin. This guy should be easy enough to kick, if needed.
Yep. Okay.“I fly, you dig. Doesn't look like we have much of a choice, does it?” She jerked her chin towards the cockpit. “But if you want to keep your ride in one piece, you better show me how to work this thing, or we’ll both be a tiny smear on your floating dig site.” The miner grinned as Lia halfheartedly agreed to the job. Not having a choice in the matter really worked wonders for the spirit. Good. Maybe he wouldn't swing after all. But first things first. Avoiding death down the road meant staying alive now. He motioned her into the narrower expanse of the control room, pushing back his chair so that she could see the control surfaces, but careful not to enter her personal space. No telling where she might stick a blade. Look, it's pretty easy. Yoke down, ship noses down. Yoke back, ship noses up. Right pedal, thrust. Left pedal, reverse thrust. Yoke left-right -- yaw. Yoke spin -- roll. indicating a series of switches close to the left hand activates or deactivates banks of maneuvering jets, for fine or coarse pitch and yaw control. buttons near the right hand torpedos, blasters, lasers, backups. You might've noticed, the ship has a lot of weapons. We need 'em to stay alive. blasters are fire-linked. Lasers are point-and-shoot. Triggers are on the yoke. points. lasers. points. blasters. points. torpedos. Readouts here for life support, surface crew vitals, coolant, shields. He leaned back, fiddled with the navacomp once or twice, and turned back to face her. Look, it ain't rocket science. Trick in asteroid nav is to keep moving. Always moving. Fly the straight line, you're gonna eat it. And keep firing. I've modified this crate to cool the lasers at twice the rate of a standard cannon. Means our range is for shit, but trust me -- everything you do will be at close range, so it don't matter. blasters are trained to fire with the target HUD, so where you look, it shoots. You got two things going for you, far as I can tell. We're diving on one of the bigger 'roids, which affords you some safety. Flying the bigger 'roids can end up more like canyon and terrain hugging. and instead of flying in the storm of smaller ones, at least the biggun is going to move more predictably, so you only have to worry about what's coming at you from above. And two -- He thought for a moment, legitimately trying to come up with another 'plus.'Two -- if you get hit, neither of us will be around to give you grief for it. On that note, which the spacer seemed satisfied with as a second positive, he pressed a series of buttons on the flashing console, half of which she had never seen or encountered before in her life, the buttons and their intended use a complete mystery, and the stars enveloped them as the ship entered hyperspace. Yoke, yaw, roll, maneuvering, life support, pedal thrust, pitch, coolants, a seemingly overwhelming number of buttons and controls and switches and shit, but she hated this kind of stuff…
Lia had half a mind to knife the guy right there and try a crash-landing back to Taris instead. Sounded like crashing was easier than flying, and she’d take starving rakghouls over chaotic spinning space rocks any day. She huffed a short sigh and shifted a little, body tense, glaring at the controls in classic ‘Impatient Lia Doesn't Get It, Therefore, Frustration, And By The Way, Kark You’ fashion. Somewhere in the back behind the curtain, something (probably explosive) clanged over and rolled a short distance. Oh, right. Bombs. Bombs everywhere. There goes the crash-landing plan.
The rushing white-blue kaleidoscope of hyperspace engulfed them, and Lia did a double take at the control board, but she missed the sequence he’d punched in. Damn. Now THAT would have been helpful, which is probably why Krayton hadn’t divulged it. He might be nuts (who the hell else flies around with a minefield in the back seat?) but the man was smart.
“Okay. Right.” The guy had a point. If she karked up, well, the only witness would be rock and space. She grappled with the Piloting 101 directions in her mind, trying to memorize, trying to make sense of all those kriffing controls. There was a reason she got around the ‘verse by hitching rides, and it had nothing to do with havin’ no creds. Well, almost nothing. “Roll, up, down, coolant system…” The blonde turned her sour, exasperated mug on Krayton. “Do I get practice time before we die? Or is this a learn-as-I-go adventure? Because if it is, we're definitely gonna die.”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 26, 2014 18:50:53 GMT -8
I'm back. Long hiatus after a family death...I see we posted on Bespin, but only in orbit...should we just go ahead and land and post from there, or....? Glad to see you back, but I'm sorry about the circumstances. =/ Condolences, I know how difficult it can be. Fel, your post on Telos is just...
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Post by Lia Corusa on Apr 17, 2014 14:44:49 GMT -8
The ship shook momentarily as upward motion turned into forward motion, and speed spooled up quickly. Altitude increased with the newfound speed, and soon they were rocketing toward open orbit, leaving the Tarisian upper city behind. They were in that strange twilight which wasn't quite space, but also wasn't quite atmo, where sunlight danced and shapes elongated and distorted through the viewport. It was Krayton's favorite place of all, but the moment was fleeting, as it always was, and after only a few seconds they had cleared atmo, and were in open space.
The motion of the old ship lessened as the forces of gravity were stripped away, until the ship was almost still, free from swaying, creaking and clanking. Krayton made no immediate attempt at responding to Lia's questions, instead busying himself with the navicomputer, making calculations for their first jump. Finally, he laced his fingers behind his head, and leaned back in the pilot's chair. Yeah, I know where it is. Problem with mining is, any Tom, Dick or Harry with half a brain can buy a claim to land. Big corporations can do this on a planetary scale. Makes finding a profit for guys like me a touch difficult. Or very illegal. So for those of us in my rarefied profession who still want to turn rocks into business, we have to go a little further out there. Asteroids. You can't buy 'em. Can't really lay claim to 'em either, on account of they tend to destroy themselves with a frightening regularity. But rocks is rocks. Some better'n others. So yeah. A dust dive is like mining. Only in an asteroid field. With the odds of survival approximately 3720 to 1, or so I've heard. I heard they call it dust diving because you're more liable to end up dust, either from the collisions or the explosives. shrug Makes no nevermind to me, really. Anyway. I need a partner. Can't leave the ship on autopilot, so I need someone to fly while I dig up rocks. Krayton stood up, and pushed through the curtain of wires aft of the cockpit, standing over Lia. First jump is in a few minutes. Lia snorted, angling a look up at Krayton. “Then you’re screwed, buddy, ‘cause I’m not much of a pilot.” She rose, tossing him back the bit of vexxtal, and faced the man squarely. Space had swallowed them whole and the air grew sharp with chill, but after roughing it in cargo holds and blocked vents for five years, it didn't bother her much. “The last time I touched a control board was over Manaan, and let’s just say it was a loooong swim back. So.” She crossed her arms, leaning on one hip, careful not to step on anything around her as she shifted her stance. Truth be told, Lia wasn't sure what held less risk of death for her: piloting this flying bomb or digging through an asteroid for rare crystals. Neither sounded appealing. Sure, she took risks every now and then, worked dangerous jobs, bet on dangerous people, but this? This wasn't dangerous, this was suicidal. There was no out, nothing to fall back on if things went sour. The runaway liked to keep one foot in, one foot out, just in case she needed to back out. But this was a two-feet-in kind of job, and in Lia’s small experience, two-feet-in never ended well, and that went for anything from jobs to relationships.
…Of course, she could always just leave Krayton on the asteroid and make a break for the nearest planet on her own if something went wrong. Cold move? Totally. But Lia’s game was survival at any cost, so…yeah. She could do that, if things went badly. She’d abandoned people before to keep her own skin. This guy should be easy enough to kick, if needed.
Yep. Okay.“I fly, you dig. Doesn't look like we have much of a choice, does it?” She jerked her chin towards the cockpit. “But if you want to keep your ride in one piece, you better show me how to work this thing, or we’ll both be a tiny smear on your floating dig site.”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Mar 4, 2014 17:47:14 GMT -8
Wade's a ninja, and I'm just bad at communicating. I'll work on that. I'm not gone. ...I'll work on that too. (And to be completely fair, I don't think Dante or Jace had a clue it was me, either. ) Give me two days to heal up here. I'll post somewhere, with someone, I promise, and Mack and Wade will have something to respond to by next Monday.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 22, 2014 22:17:57 GMT -8
*Little Morgan, in her pretty purple dress, ascended the stage and made her way to the podium. Due to her small size, she had to request some assistance in setting up props so that she could actually reach the microphone. Once she was up there, she grinned as she began her presentation.*Last year, I got to present the award for Best Male Character, which was fun, but this year, I get to present the award for the better sex! *There was clearly the slightest bit of hesitance as she spoke that last word due to her childish conceptions of the word, but she managed to quickly shrug it off.*Yeah! Us girls do all the work! We do the tough stuff already, like having babies and taking care of families, and then we can do anything else guys can do at once! And there's something else we do every month that's tough too, but nobody tells me what that is. *She shrugged to herself, then started to open the envelope as she continued.*Tonight, we celebrate the best of the best, and those are... *She looks down at the list and her eyes widen briefly.*That's a lot of people... *Realizing she'd said that out loud, she looked up, eyes still widened, and she grinned nervously.*Er, sorry. The nominees are... Ael Jade, Lord Sinistra, @terrakiros, Jena Shaewe, Lyssa Ramaela, @ambah, Ice Matango, Lia Corusa, and Diva, from Aeons Torn. And the winner is... *Upon removing the winner's name from the envelope, there was a noticeable look of disappointment, but she knew she wasn't supposed to be biased—whatever that meant—and smiled again as she looked back up at the audience.*Lia Corusa! *She grinned and clapped, then leaned toward the microphone again.*Oh! By the way, I love you Daddy and Jake and Uncle Ambar, please don't get mad at me for making fun of boys. *She giggled and hopped down, exiting the stage and leaving the floor to the next person on stage.*OOC: Trophy gallery here, the password is my name, Morgan! Cute kid. Lia wasn't usually a fan of the teacup versions of her human race. Too noisy, always wanting snacks or getting into trouble. But this Morgan girl might just be the exception. She made a mental note to find the kid in four years or so and let her in on the monthly secret. One thing the former rich-bitch was definitely not a fan of anymore was the spotlight. A woman in her position couldn't afford the attention. This Sithies stuff was news, and there was an army of bounty hunters on her ass just waiting for her to kriff up and show her face.
Which was why Lia Corusa wasn't on stage. In fact, she was nowhere near the event.
In her place on the stage stood a young woman, brown hair and eyes, simple features. Her royal blue gown swept the floor behind her as she quickly leaned towards the mic, Lia’s award shining in her hand. “Thank you, Morgan! I accept this award on Lia’s behalf,” she said, voice gentle and sincere but rushed. Clearly she was nervous. Poor thing. “She couldn't be here tonight because, well, half of you are trying to claim her bounty, and heavy security or not, we can’t have that kind of chaos at the Sithies.” A low ripple of chuckles from the crowd. She smiled. “So, a huge salute to the other nominees, I know Lia has read many of each of your posts, and she has massive amounts of respect for all of you. Thank you to the judges and the fabulously organized Sithies management group for giving the JvS community such a great event, and to the wonderfully talented people following Lia Corusa’s wild story. Stay tuned. The fun’s only just begun!” With a small wave and a tiny curtsy, the mystery woman strode off-stage and disappeared into the crowds behind the curtains.
Only later, after a long series of plans involving much dodging and circling around and stealthy sneaking to avoid any tails anyone might have put on her, would the woman deliver the award to Lia, who was hiding in the shadows of a vacant warehouse many miles from the Sithies event center watching the program on a datapad. And then, she'd vanish with a wink back into the realms of Out-Of-Character, leaving the blond runaway to appreciate her award on her own.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Feb 21, 2014 20:57:19 GMT -8
Krayton allowed a single, short bark of a laugh escape as the girl played tough. Matter of fact, she might really have been tough -- no way to know for certain. Could be in a few short hours, he'd find out. Mebbe find out the hard way. Which, in light of the way life was dealing from the bottom of the deck, would suit him just fine. Truth was, he was just happy there'd be somebody around for a few hours as he clawed his way toward death and damnation.
Sitting heavily at the controls, he punched in a few commands, fired up the repulsorlifts, and fed power evenly into the maneuvering thrusters. The controls of the Dux were archaic, but perfect for Krayton's needs. flying the thing took little concentration, but flying it well required all appendages, and it wouldn't have hurt one bit if you found yourself in possession of a couple extra arms. There were a good three thousand feet of vertical ascent to accomplish before the craft could really maneuver around the ruins, and Krayton spent the next few minutes mostly paying attention, though he never really took his eyes off the closed circuit monitor that showed him Lia, still seated across from his workbench.
The vibration and hum of the Dux's many systems caused the aft compartment to virtually become a living thing, bottles and containers of various bits and pieces moved across workbenches, only to shift and strike off in a new direction. Four .50 slugs, tarnished and rusted from age, hung from leather thongs and tinkled in the swaying motion of the ship like wind chimes. Heavier items added their metallic clanging to the symphony as well: A pressurized oxygeon tank, dented and well-worn, its regulator attached to a half-dozen different welding fittings, shifted slightly, every time the ship dipped to port, coming into contact with three empty proton torpedo shells strapped to the port bulkhead, adding a faint 'gong' to the sounds of the ship.
In the cockpit, Krayton adjusted the polarization of the viewport, as the gloomy haze of the Tarisian underworld gave way to the sunlight of the ruined upper city. It was beautiful in its devastated glory. Quiet. Serene. Sorry honey. "before I know it" might end up being a few days. See, before I made your acquaintance, I was supposed to be meeting a buyer for some goods I can hunt down. Only thing is, he didn't show. Which in my line of work, means he found a better deal. Which means I need to get to work, now, or I lose out on six figures' worth of 'hobby,' and my fence loses out on his pay day, which places a big ole' mark on my back. So, unless you have a very compelling reason why I shouldn't... you just became first mate on a dust dive. Finally catching sight of the slowly flashing orange light on the console, Krayton raised an eyebrow -- they couldn't break atmo with an orange light. He tapped at the light with an index finger, willing it to go away, chewed on a torn fingernail. He then flipped two switches in quick succession: the first fed one of the external camera feeds to the monitors in the aft cabin, giving Lia a fine view of the unconscious Diaz, still lying on the extended planetfall ramp, mostly protected from the winds by the superstructure of the ship. The second retracted the ramp, and Diaz, still blissfully unaware, was scraped off the ramp like egg from a spatula, and fell 4500 feet, back to the underworld.
Green light. “Six figures, huh?” she said with interest, waving a bored ‘bye to Diaz’s plummeting body. Never mind the ‘dust diving’ or the highly explosive vessel shuddering and clanking around her as they rose above the Taris undercity gloom. Never mind that he’d just volunteered her as his partner in crime. The promise of credits danced before her eyes. Better food, better clothes, better weapons… There was a time in her past that a six figure credit boost would've been nothing compared to what she already had in the bank, just another penny on the pile. But now? Well. She’d done alright on nothing, thanks to the teachings and conditioning of a certain good (and slightly crazy) Samaritan, but would it hurt to have a little money to throw at the universe when she needed a place to hide or had a person to bribe? Would it hurt to be able to buy a blaster instead of knifing the nearest street scum and ‘borrowing it’ for a few years? To be able to buy a meal that hadn't come out of the trash?
Fuck no, it wouldn't hurt one bit.
…Wait, what the hell was a ‘dust dive’?
Lia glared at the bit of rock in her hand, putting two and two together with her usual quick clarity. The sun poured through the viewport and threw itself across her face, dragging at her features as the ship climbed through the sky, shifting the angle. Space was close. “Vexxtal. Crystal.” The rogue once-was-rich-bitch held the shard up, one eyebrow raised. “You wanna mine this shit, don’t you? You know where to get it. That’s what ‘dust diving’ is? How does that work? ...Why not just call it mining?" In Lia's experience, things or events with special names meant bad news.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Jan 15, 2014 22:11:33 GMT -8
“Vexxtal? Debuted seven years ago, sucked wampa balls from the start. Lead singer’s too screechy, bass is too light, and whoever thought ballad lyrics sounded better in Sullustese is obviously deaf.” The doomed band’s songs rocked through her head. She crushed the horrible tunes before she started humming. Lia caught the mineral in her free hand and rolled the bit of rock-thing between her fingers, careful to keep one eye on Krayton as he disappeared into the cockpit. “Unless you mean the crystal stuff.” He did, of course. She stared at the piece in her hand, looking over it quickly but without much interest. The only rocks she’d ever been concerned with were the shiny ones decorating jewelry. “In which case, nothing that no one else already knows. Used in lightsabers, favored by dark-siders, super rare or something like that...”
The blonde tapped the little shard on the floor, angling her bored viridian gaze at the man prepping for flight. “Why? You some kind of crystal collector? There are better hobbies, y’know. And you can call me Lia. Just Lia. The temporary hitchhiker who doesn't like questions.” She cocked an eyebrow. Lia had two facial expressions. Pissed off, and variations on pissed off. Hard life brews hard people, and she’d never been good at being nice, but for Krayton’s sake, she made an effort at a less murderous countenance. She arrived somewhere between broody and ‘I-have-a-migraine’. Oh well. “My story is boring. So don’t ask. Let’s just break atmo as quietly as possible and I’ll be out of your bomb lab here before you know it, yeah?”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Dec 14, 2013 0:09:05 GMT -8
“So get up and get one,” she said flatly, flipping the safety once more and slipping the DL-44 back into her holster. Lia’s eyes never left the stranger, though, her knife still in her grip. If his ‘so-chill swagger’ was a sham, it was a good one, but she had no intention of letting her guard down yet. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she’d fully let her guard down at all. Better people might think that a sad thing. Always mistrusting, never allowing anyone to get close to you, constantly looking over your shoulder. For Lia, it was simply life. She’d never known anything different, not even back on Coruscant with all her jewels and playboys and scented baths. The people in the high-risers were just as bad as the people on the streets. The blonde tipped her head and nodded at his freed wrists. “Looks like you’re mobile again, I’m not poking around in your minefield for a flask, and I’m sure as hell not givin’ you my water rations. It’s your boat. You know where your shit is.”
His comment about Ryloth snagged her interest, but she brushed past it for now. “And, as for why you should give me a lift? For starters, I didn't attack you.” Lia hiked a thumb over her shoulder at the raised ramp with a frown. “Guy who knocked you out is eating dirt outside. Courtesy of me. I saved your neck from being slashed, pal. In my book, you owe me.” Sure, she could have elaborated a little, built the story up and gained more brownie points, but she wasn't a big talker. Chit chat was not her strong point.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Dec 4, 2013 17:43:27 GMT -8
“I wanna get off this planet. Under the radar, so to speak.” He looked a little peaky; Lia wondered how hard Diaz had smacked him. So far though, he didn't look like he was going to be much trouble. Of course, looks can be deceiving. She kept her blaster at the ready. Can’t be too careful. “And from the way you were running, I’d say you do, too.”
Lia played with the safety, flick on, flick off, flick on, her gaze steady. “Name's Lia. Normally I’d find a transport with a little more room, but, well, it’s Taris. There’s no one here to transport. So, you’re my best shot. I can’t fly this thing, which means you get to live.” She tipped her head a little and pulled the knife from her boot, and nodded towards his bound wrists. “So. I’ll cut you loose, you give me a ride? I won't touch your explodey stuff, promise.”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Dec 3, 2013 16:46:47 GMT -8
Diaz took a quick step back from the man on the ground. “Hey. Hey, he’s comin'' around,” he chattered, the slightest bit of anxiety in his murky yellow eyes. The two had taken a quick peek inside the Dux moments before, and the view had left the Mirialan more than a little nervous.
Lia hadn't said a word since the ramp had touched the dirt. She’d been silently reassessing her views on the situation, and hadn't yet come to a conclusion. From the state of the interior, she had to guess the unconscious man was some kind of…bomb expert, maybe? Or a pyrotechnic miner? He lived in his ship, so he was probably a solitary kind of guy, liked to keep to himself. Honestly, Lia liked what he’d done with the place. The hammock, the scattered tools and wires, and yes, even the explosives. There was something kind of comfortable about it, in a strung-out, accessible kind of way.
“He’s-…here, gimme that,” Diaz said shortly, making a grab at the piece of pipe in Lia’s hands. “Gotta keep him under ‘till we leave…”
“You saw the inside of that thing,” Lia said, deflecting the Mirialan’s hand with her own. “We’re not going anywhere until we do a little cleaning. I’m not riding shotgun in a room full of explosives.”
“But he’s waking up!!” he pleaded.
She shrugged nonchalantly. “So kill him.”
Diaz gave pause, eyes narrowed. “Really? I thought you said to leave him alive..”
“Doesn't matter anymore.” She jerked her chin towards the ship, twirling the pipe in her hands. “We have what we wanted.” Lia clapped Diaz on the bony shoulder, adding a little smirk to the mix. “Slit his throat and let’s get moving.”
His suspicion gave way to twisted pleasure. “I’m beginning to like you.” Diaz slid a knife from his belt, and with a wink at the blonde, he turned away and bent over the waking man, pulling his head back.
There was a dull, fleshy sort of thud, and Diaz the Mirialan topped over onto the stranger with a surprised grunt, out cold. Lia dropped the pipe, rolling him off the man and into the dry dirt without much effort. “Cannot believe you fell for that,” she mumbled, plucking the FOP and the knife from his hands. The knife she quickly sheathed and stuffed into her boot, and the FOP she put in her pocket. A scan of the area revealed nothing, which was good, because she had enough to worry about. “Hey.” Lia tucked her hair behind one ear and leaned over the half unconscious stranger, roughly patting his cheeks. “You there?” He was, but not enough to process. So she dragged him across the dirt and left him on the ramp, half inside the ship, half outside while she very very very carefully shifted a few things around on the floor, just enough to make a clear pathway.
And then she stopped her hasty work and stared at him. Because now she had some choices to make. He was on the fast train to consciousness. Not much time. Should she tie him up and play the hijacker? Leave him to wake up free and pretend to be the victim? Do neither and kill him, take the ship for herself? No, that wouldn't work, a swift glance at the cockpit told her she didn't know how to pilot something like this. In the end, she secured his wrists behind him with a few pieces of clipped wiring and propped him up against the work bench. She raised the ramp, pulled out the DL-44 strapped to her hip, and sat a few steps away from him.
And Lia waited.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 29, 2013 15:45:58 GMT -8
“Hoohooo!!” Diaz whooped victoriously as the man went down face first, tossing the thick fragment of old piping to the dirt. It settled with a dull thud next to the stranger’s prone form. “Didja see that?!” The young Mirialan wheeled around to face the shadows nearby, pale green face stretched wide with arrogance, and threw his scrawny arms outwards like a rock-star reveling in the praise of his audience. “I’m so good. So good!! Trailing him for how long now? And the bastard never saw me comin’!”
“Yeah, you are such a pro, Diaz. Hitting guys in the back. With a ‘fresher pipe. While they’re running for their lives.” Sarcasm, of course. The air shimmered next to him. Lia Corusa materialized in the dusty Taris Under City air, all wild blonde hair and fearless green eyes and muddy boots. “Idiot. Shut up and check his pockets before you attract more idiots,” she snapped, readjusting the stolen sound-dampening stealth unit around her waist. Her gaze swept their surroundings quickly, ripping shadows, nooks, and crannies apart with the ease of someone used to watching their back every second of every day. “Or more rakghouls,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ll take the enraged Outcasts over those things any day.”
“Hey, I was good to that filth,” Diaz sniffed defensively, rummaging through the man’s pouches. “I sold them the best crap I could find at the lowest prices, and what did I get in return? They tried to kill me!!”
“Because you stole back everything you sold them and then ‘accidentally’ stabbed one of their Elders in the neck when she confronted you.” Lia glared through the murky air at the Mirialan in disgust. “No wonder you barely have any tattoos, if I didn't need you to guide me through this gloomy hole of ruined everything, I’d have killed you myself.”
“And if I didn't find you so gorgeously amusing, I’d have left you back in that trashed camp with no way out.” Diaz flashed Lia what he probably thought was a charming smile. It was met with stone-cold scowling. Shrugging, he went back to searching. “What the hell am I looking for, anyway?”
Lia scanned the area again before bending down to check the stranger’s pulse. Still beating. Good. She might be a chilly bitch, but she wasn't interested in anymore blood right now. “Boarding codes. It’ll be small, looks a tiny bit like a commlink. Try the front pouch.” The blonde eyed the vessel a few yards ahead with interest. ‘The Dux’… Some kind of assault bomber, she figured, from the shape of the craft. Her experience with space-worthy ships had been limited to mammoth freighters, mass transportation vessels, cargo haulers, anything big and easy to hide in. Though she knew bombers like this probably weren't rare, she’d never seen one before. Probably couldn't hold more than two. But it was the identification markings on the side of the hull that caught her eye and hardened her frown. Imperial Navy.
Karking fantastic.
Lia knew all about Imperials. In fact, she had a painful, bloody bit of first-hand experience with the group, and she wasn't too keen on having any more. Of course, flying around in an Imp bomber didn't necessarily mean the stranger on the ground was actually an Imp himself; he could have stolen the vessel, or bought it off a dealer and just never changed the ID, but better to assume the worst. It didn't’ change her plans, though. She still had no intention of letting Diaz get past the boarding ramp, but the arrogant youth was too drunk on his own ego to notice Lia casually heft the abandoned metal pipe and rest it on one shoulder, her other hand on her hip.
“And he scores again! Our free ticket off-planet, finally!” Diaz sang as he rolled the stranger over onto his back and dug the FOB out of the pouch. He planted a dirty boot on the man’s chest and held it up like a trophy, as if expecting Lia to be impressed.
She wasn't. She was, however, very tired of this dark, crumbling hellhole.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 26, 2013 19:34:49 GMT -8
I have not. I've sent a PM or two but nothing. We were on such a roll! :[ Hope he is ok.
And on that note, what's everyone thinking as far as moving this ahead? Sons of Bounty is Liam's arena and I'm not sure I feel right taking that from him and using it if he doesn't show up soon. Do we have them drop us on Nar Shaddaa and plan something else? Do we just wait longer?
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 20, 2013 2:49:31 GMT -8
Hmm. Do I need to send out a search party? Where are my writing partners! I've heard from Alpharius already, just wondering if anyone else is still around. [: In the event Liam Blood doesn't reappear by, say, the end of the month... does anyone else have any interest in continuing anything?
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 11, 2013 22:38:31 GMT -8
I take it there is some kind of rivalry between you two? =P
Hey, has anyone from our RP heard from Liam Blood lately? He hasn't logged in a while, and I've sent a PM.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 10, 2013 1:06:05 GMT -8
I'm newish here myself. [: But I hear this man is looking for some role play. Might want to check out the other threads on the JvS RP Planning boards, you might find something that piques your interest! Personally I'm enjoying the smuggler/mercenary/non-Force aspect of JvS, but I guess it really depends what you're going for. Like Panno said, a little detail would be appreciated!! [:
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 7, 2013 11:44:30 GMT -8
Galdaart Fel. I've heard of you. They say you are possibly the best smuggler in this whole mixing pot! But I think you'll find this competition has a tiny case of the stalled RP for now.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Nov 4, 2013 15:00:34 GMT -8
I'm here! [: Always keeping tabs, even if I'm not online.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 24, 2013 15:16:53 GMT -8
Well, he couldn't say he hadn't asked for this. With a couple of drinks in him, and a scent of adventure, he'd taken things in stride, and walked into a room with a blaster-toting female. Now, he'd have to be careful. Instantly he dismissed trying to scare her. It was never good if that backfired. Seduction was out, with Jeris there. He decided he would use the used-speeder salesman. Liam raised his hands a little from his sides, but held the palms up and open. He let his face slip into a salesman's grin, open, and friendly. He kept his voice even, agreeable, reasonable.Whatever you say. You're the one with the blaster. DL-44, nice, plenty of power. He walked slowly into the room, keeping his palms open and visible. As he walked, and talked, he watched. Always a view to where her barrel was pointed. He had his own disruptor pistol, but it didn't have a stun setting. He could get backup if he could get to his comlink in his top pocket, or the room's comm panel, provided it wasn't already tampered with. He watched Lia too. She was attractive, but his mind put that well aside while he dealt with the issue of the blaster. In this, he noticed, but paid no attention to it for the time being. His first priority was to get her to lower the blaster. The room didn't seem to include much that he could use as a weapon or a distraction, and he got the impression this one wouldn't be an easy mark, confirming his earlier inferences about her abilities. He'd try to treat her like a professional, and see if that worked.
I wouldn't blame Jeris here. The lad almost took a beating for the food he's bringing you. Liam leaned against a wall, slightly slouched, so his open hands were held out in front of him, keeping them as low as Lia would allow. He took the time to look around the room. Jeris would likely try to stay out of the way, and allow Liam to take the lead. So it was down to how good Lia was, and whether she'd need some convincing of Liam's sincerity, and or capabilities.Now, before you decide it would be easier to shoot us both and make a run for it, let me point out that I am in a position to solve any and all monetary or employment problems you may or may not have. “Credits?” The tiniest frown appeared between her brows. “Room ‘n board, food, steady pay, right?” What had Jeris told him? Usually, people never offered jobs to unknowns on a ship this legit, especially when said unknown had been caught stealing and stowing away. It had been hard enough worming her way into the kitchen crew, with security so tight. Was this some kind of verbal trap? She did need the money, and working an honest job was definitely preferred to fishing it out of pockets on the streets. Still. Five years on the run didn't allow for easy trust. “Tempting, but I’m not planning on hanging around once we hit land, and trust me, you don’t want me on your ship any longer than that.” Lia scrutinized his affable expression and easy tone, but she took her finger off the trigger, keeping it ready. In her experience, it was the nice ones that usually turned out to be trouble, which is why she’d kept such a close eye on Jeris. The last time she’d been caught stowing away, the seemingly kind and harmless captain had knocked her out the moment she’d let her guard down and locked her in one of the hidden smuggling compartments under the hall floor. And then he’d tried to sell her to slavers on Tatooine. That was four years ago. Lia never trusted anyone after that, particularly kriffing smugglers.
Lia threw a quick sidelong glance at Jeris to make sure he was still sitting on the bed. He was. Good. “I just need a ride, and no questions asked.” She paused, chewing on the offer. “I’d have been much happier just sitting all this out in the closet, but since I’m out, yeah, I’ll work for my passage. But I need details.” Lia slowly and with much hesitation lowered her blaster, letting her arm rest at her side, but she kept the weapon out of the holster at her hip. If she didn't like his next answer, she could easily bring it back up. Tensed to react if she needed to, she set her jaw and stared at Liam, an unapologetic attitude decorating her features. “I can’t work in the kitchens, so what else you got in mind, boss-man? Bar tending? Store clerk? Cleaning toilets?”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 23, 2013 21:45:11 GMT -8
Oops, sorry, if I'd known you were headed for the bar I'd have stuck around!
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