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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 23, 2013 20:02:28 GMT -8
Post up for you, Liam. [:
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 23, 2013 20:00:51 GMT -8
Bounty - Nar Shaddaa Space - Main BridgeBounty's XO, Mirta Intal watched the tactical display, keeping a weather eye on the insystem traffic from her position on Bounty's bridge. With the ship fully masked, she appeared to conform to legal civilian armaments and shields. The XO nodded to a comm officer and took the reply to the incoming hail herself, touching a comm panel.This is Bounty to Kimoglia, you are cleared to the main hangar. Noting the name, evidently a Mandalorian, Mirta continued to watch the ship, and any others that caught her gaze.Holdout's BarLiam listened, intrigued by the young man's story. He chuckled inwardly. Who would have thought breaking up a fight would have unearthed such a convoluted tale, and such a chance for adventure and excitement. Living a life his own way, Liam took greatest pleasure from a challenge. And nothing was more challenging than the female, in his experience. Blaster-toting females who ensnared and took into servitude vulnerable young men like Jeris, well. Plus, in his own estimation, if she had given the hutt's butt of a twi'lek a shiner, then she had to be alright in his book. This was a situation he could find a challenge and entertainment in.Well, I can't say I blame you. In my experience mate, if a woman's got a gun on you, best not to upset her. Now, kriff the dishwashing, mate. At the very least I can find the pair of you decent jobs. Liam changed tack quickly, his mind racing with the possibilites.Now, there are women, and there are women. You say this one's lasted aboard unregistered and undetected for some time, so she can obviously take care of herself. The good news is, we can rule out her being a Mando, they don't tend to enforced servitude. Not honorable. Liam ticked off points on his fingers as he spoke. She needs money, so she's on the run. That's about the only reason I know for someone to not use their own credits in their own bank accounts. Plus, she's smart. Bounty is one of the safest places for someone on the run. Mobile, and pretty cosmopolitan, hundreds of different species, thousands of beings coming and going. If she'd had enough credits, we'd never have found her, probably. Another idea hit him, and he changed tack again.Have you ever done surveillance work? Perfect for a lad like you. Vidscreens and comm systems, your own workspace, decent workmates, no drunk Twi'leks, except on screen. Liam took a gulp of his whiskey, polishing it off. Ha! Liam stood up and clapped Jeris not too roughly on the back. Well, lad, let's go meet this woman in your closet! “Meet?” Uh oh. Sudden panic tied his tongue. “But-..uh, I don’t..I don’t think-..well, I mean…it’s not-…urgh…” Jeris gulped the rest of his drink quickly, barely feeling the burn this time. He paused, brow knit, watching the man cautiously. Liam wanted to meet her. Well, crap. Now what? What in the hell was he doing anyway, telling all this to a near stranger?? Hadn't he promised the girl not thirty minutes ago that her secrets were safe with him? And he’d just spilled them all to Liam. So what if the guy seemed trustworthy? He should have kept his mouth shut. Must have been the booze, Jeris rationalized as he plunked his glass back on the bar counter. Yep. Definitely the booze. Besides, Lia was not a friend. Not at all. She was harsh, and cold, and scary, and had a weapon, and she always looked two seconds away from pouncing. Not a friend. Friends don’t live in your closet and demand food every four hours. Still, the guilt of his minor betrayal sat heavy in his chest. But there was nothing he could do about it now. And Liam had mentioned something about a new job. For both of them. So that had to mean this guy was pretty high up in the SoB. Jeris didn't see why Lia couldn't do a little work for her passage. The idea of surveillance work actually frightened him a little. He wasn't very fond of change, and he loved his job in the kitchens. But the pay was low. He’d never worried much about credits before, but the past few years had been hard for his family. Maybe the bigger pay grade would allow him to send more money back home.
Jeris sighed, waiting for that ‘liquid courage’ to kick in and propel him forward with no regrets, but it never came. “Man, I’m gonna be sorry about this later,” he said with resignation, scratching nervously at his cheek. “But… okay. One meeting with the scary blond in my closet coming right up.” He shook off his jitters and sucked in a calming breath, nodding to himself. He could just picture Lia’s reaction. Blaster bolts and punching and lots of screaming. He winced. “Yep. Gonna be sorry.” And Jeris led Liam out of the bar and into the ship.
He stopped by the kitchens to snag a couple things first, stuffing handfuls of bread and dumplings into a bag. “She seems to chill out if you give her food,” Jeris quietly mentioned to Liam as they left the kitchen with their edible offerings. “Maybe she won’t kill me if I have dumplings.” The jumpy dishwasher lead Liam through the hallways and up the lift. The closer they got to his rooms, the more Jeris began to sweat, and the more terrifying the looming encounter became. He almost chickened out when they reached his door, but it was pointless to back out now. Liam knew she was in there. What was to stop him from investigating while Jeris was at work? Other than a sense of honor, of course. But better to break the news to Lia as a team, with someone there that she already knew. “Look, just…” Jeris wiped at his brow, pale and clammy, and turned to face Liam with an anxious expression. He didn't care if the man thought him a wimp for being so fearful. He hadn't lived in the same room with this woman for a week. “…whatever happens in there, I’m sorry ahead of time. She’s not a villain. But she’s like a wild animal, and she’s not expecting you, and that’s a really bad combo. So.” He paused, swallowing. “Be ready. Just let me go in first? Once she figures out she’s been made, well… Maybe I can talk her down a little.” With a deep breath, Jeris opened the door to his room…
…and nearly walked right into the business end of a DL-44, leveled steadily at his face. A pair of vivid green eyes stared down the barrel at Jeris, glinting aggressively. “Surprise,” Lia purred. “Next time you wanna talk about your betrayal, don’t do it standing outside your gorram door.” Jeris gulped, mouth dry, eyes crossed as he tried to look at the barrel in front of his nose. “Um. I can explain.”“I’m sure you can.” Lia glared, mind racing. This was a bad position, cornered in his room. She was tensed to throw punches and run, find some other hiding spot until they landed, but after a quick assessment of the situation, the stowaway realized she’d never make it past the door. Her eyes fell on the man behind Jeris, hastily sizing him up. Immediately, Lia knew she wasn't dealing with another soft-hearted boy. Strong build, clever glimmer in his eyes, confident set to his shoulders. There was none of the docile inexperience of Jeris in his stance. He stood like he was sure of himself and his abilities, and she doubted he’d just let her blow past without a fight. Carefully angling herself, the young woman stepped aside, keeping her weapon up and ready. Whatever these two had planned, better they were inside. She needed a clear shot to the door in case she didn't like what Jeris had to ‘explain’. “Get inside,” she snapped, jerking her chin towards the bedroom. Her blond hair spilled over her shoulders at the movement. “And keep your hands where I can see them. Both of you.”Jeris went without a word, clearly panicking. He sat on the small single bed in the corner, clutching the bag of food like a life vest. Lia eyed the man in the doorway, prepared to move if he tried anything. Rule number one of surviving alone: everyone is an enemy, unless proven otherwise. Jeris, although he’d ratted her out, had proven his harmlessness. This guy, however… He was an unknown. Usually, Lia just shot unknowns and asked questions later. But this wasn't some grimy alley on Nar Shaddaa. This was a ship. A big ship. Things had to be done carefully here. After all, she just wanted a ride, and he didn't have that unsavory, greasy expression most creeps wore when they looked at her. “Well? You coming in, or do you need some encouragement?” Lia flicked the safety on her blaster.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 20, 2013 23:33:10 GMT -8
Good to see you back, Liam! [: I'm also back, and I'll get a response up for you soon!
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 13, 2013 14:35:58 GMT -8
Just a heads up, I'll be out of town until the 20th starting tomorrow, but I will have access to computers. So I'll check in every now and then. [:
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 11, 2013 19:05:37 GMT -8
Maybe it would be helpful to know what kind of criteria the judges used before during the Sithies? I mean, how on earth would you even begin to judge something like this? There are multitudes of female characters, each good in her own way, and so very different from each other. It's like placing seven kinds of apples on the table and trying to pick the best one. It's matter of opinion.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 9, 2013 20:25:26 GMT -8
By the by, you should probably mention whether or not you want your personal items off limits or what not, as I will eventually probably make a pass at anything of value. Or not, I don't know yet.- Gale Only things I have of value are my life and my good looks. So good luck with that. But it's great to have you aboard!! This group just keeps getting more and more interesting...
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 7, 2013 18:44:40 GMT -8
Jeris floundered mentally, mouth working like a fish out of water. “I-..uh.. well. I’m…a dishwasher,” he spluttered lamely, as if that answered all the questions. This Liam guy seemed the good sort. He’d stepped in and diverted trouble when it rose and Jeris appreciated that. If not for him, he’d probably be in medbay right now. The young man stuck out his hand in greeting, smiling awkwardly. “Jeris Kel. I work in the kitchens. That guy was my boss. He’s uh… had a few bad days recently.”
Feeling a tad more confident, Jeris took a generous swig of his whiskey. After choking and coughing for the next two minutes, he turned to regard Liam, cheeks red with embarrassment. “Potent!” he wheezed, wiping his eyes. “Name is Jeris. Obviously I don’t drink much. But…” Jeris had never been one to spill the beans. What friends he had considered him a loyal confidant and a good listener, and he’d never once betrayed their secrets. However, the more he stood at the bar and replayed the events, and the more whiskey he sipped, telling someone cool and trustworthy about Lia sounded better and better. The girl was a lot of pressure, and she wasn't exactly his friend either. Plus, he had his job to consider. What if the top dog found out and kicked him off the Bounty? Keeping something like this a secret was eating at his mind, and suddenly he felt he would burst into pieces if he didn’t share it with someone. Someone good, though. Someone who wouldn't carry it up the chain of command. And this guy seemed like the right choice.
With a gulp, Jeris scratched nervously at his neck, lowering his voice as he leaned a bit towards Liam. “Well…truth be told, the Twi’lek thinks I’m harboring a stowaway. And, well, he’s not wrong.” He raised his eyebrows conspiratorially. “She tried to work in the kitchens, but Chef Terl’ka caught her stealing money, so when he cornered her about it, she gave him a black eye and ran for it. I found her in my closet a few days ago. Pulled a blaster on me and everything! Been sneaking food up to her every day.” Well, wasn't that a relief! Jeris felt like a huge weight had lifted from his shoulders. “She just wants a ride, I think. Doesn't talk much. But man, is she intense. And she’s always got that blaster out.”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 7, 2013 18:02:13 GMT -8
I sure am! =P Just don't break the ship.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 7, 2013 17:21:10 GMT -8
Swearing violently in Ryl, Twi’lek Chef Terl’ka stumbled drunkenly towards his new opponent, all orange fists and quivering headtails. He’d all but forgotten about Jeris, who was plastered against the bar counter, watching the scene unfold with eyes the size of Princess Leia’s buns. (The ones on her head, people, get your minds out of the gutter.) “Uh, Chef…” The dishwasher flicked his eyes nervously between Terl’ka and the man who had come to his rescue. There was no way the Twi’lek was coming out of this one without another bruise patchwork on his face. He gawked as the chef roared in drunk rage, charging the man again, arms swinging. “Chef! I wouldn't—“
The Twi’lek missed his mark, but the man at the bar didn't “—do that.” Jeris cringed as fist met bright, bruised orange face. Once, twice, three times. Silence fell. Terl’ka weaved unsteadily on the spot, eyes half closed, dribbling blood from mouth and nose. The victor calmly pushed a finger at his chest, and the chef keeled over backwards, landing on the bar floor with a solid, unconscious thud. A few of the rowdier tables clapped and whistled, guffawing at the better moments of the short little throw-down. After all, spacers love their bar action.
“And that,” Jeris muttered as he stared at the Twi’lek drooling on the floor, “is why I never go to bars.” The jumpy young man looked sideways at his rescuer, clearly nervous. How much had he heard? Would he be suspicious too? What if he already knew about Lia as well? What happens then? “Er, I would really love to buy you another drink in thanks for, y’know, saving my rear there, but… I dunno, maybe I should just go, guys like me don’t belong in bars. With drinks. And things.”
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 6, 2013 19:59:25 GMT -8
No death here, obviously! I just started writing! =P Thanks for asking though, I've noticed many arguments in the OOC sections of these forums that started due to death not being clarified.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 6, 2013 11:32:56 GMT -8
Ok, this is getting to be quite awesome if i do say so myself! Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to have so many awesome characters wanting to be a part of this so early. That being said, I have a plan, taken from what Alpharius suggested, and other suggestions along the way... The Bounty will pop up at Nar Shaddaa, and Liam, Lia and the Mandos head planetside, where they meet up with Nightingale. Alpharius will arrive at some point and if he's going after Lia, make his attempt, and probably go down in a flurry of beskar. Then we see how it goes from there, maybe he gets Lia and gets away, maybe we run him off. If we're doing well by the time we leave NS, maybe Darian and the boys decide to go to Coruscant to play pop the politician for creds, maybe we all go along for the ride, and maybe Alpharius decides he wants to sign on with us instead. If things aren't going well, we'll be going to rescue Lia from whomever managed to grab her. Hopefully if this goes that far we'll have Exchange targets to go after. If not, im sure targets of opportunity will present themselves between now and then. I am sending Barghest after the Senator from Ryloth. If the Exchange want him, they'll have to reveal themselves to come get him. Bloodshot can be the random factor in all of this, i like the idea of having an opposition whose goal is mayhem for the SoB. If he's gonna be our nemesis, then I expect he'll show up in the most unpleasant way possible with the most inconvenient timing imaginable! Let's dance, burc'ya! What do we reckon? Sounds like fun to me! I've got it worked out where I'm going and who is paying if someone does manage to nab Lia.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 5, 2013 18:21:39 GMT -8
Hey, if I can't obliterate our enemies, I might as well draw them in. I'll leave the face-smashing to you, Faust.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 4, 2013 17:02:31 GMT -8
Just don't hunt me yet. =P
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 2, 2013 16:44:16 GMT -8
Ok, post is up! I apologize for the length, it all just sort of spilled out. Next ones will be much shorter. Liam, if you wanted to interrupt the little bar fight, go right ahead. If not, I can always just keep posting. [:
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 2, 2013 16:40:39 GMT -8
Under other circumstances, a man would perhaps be thrilled at the idea of an attractive young female stowaway taking refuge in his personal quarters for the duration of the long, lonely trip through space.
Unfortunately for Jeris Kel, the skittish, mild-mannered dishwasher from the Deck 1A mess hall, the blonde he’d been secretly harboring wouldn't come out of his closet unless he brought her food, and never once did she offer to warm his bed as a show of gratitude. Not that Jeris would ever dream of asking, especially with that blaster she kept out and primed. Besides. He was a gentleman.
It had happened two mornings ago. He’d risen early from a night of deep sleep, opened his closet to change into his kitchen whites and was met with a slim booted foot in the chest and a heavily modified DL-44 blaster waved in his face. As if having someone burst out of your locker unexpectedly wasn't traumatizing enough, the person on the other end of the blaster turned out to be a girl, which seemed to scare Jeris more than anything else. Females were not something he had much experience with. As a child, he’d been a short, nervous, portly little thing, and he hadn't changed much past twenty-three. The kitchen was his home, the dishes and soap suds and staff his family; anything remotely outside of his element and the man quickly went to pieces. Which, as he thought back, is probably why Lia Corusa had chosen his room. He’d seen her before, actually, among the kitchen staff a few days earlier, looking a little lost but working hard. She must have figured out he’d put up zero resistance. Once she’d put the blaster down, the two engaged in a short, tense conversation about her predicament, and he’d timidly agreed to let her stay in his quarters for the rest of the trip. He’d offered her his bunk, like a gentleman, but Lia seemed content in the closet, for which he was secretly grateful. She made him very uncomfortable, with her unflinching stares and her unforgiving sharp tongue. But she meant business, she wanted to stay hidden, and she had the power here. So he cooperated, and promised not to reveal her location.
Now, two days later and still ill at ease with the situation, Jeris slipped into his room after his shift, a small bag of food in his hand. It was getting difficult for him to explain to the chefs why he was forever asking for all the leftovers, but Jeris had managed so far without too much suspicion. At least, he hoped he had. No one had come knocking yet, although many of the staff had given him strange looks. He locked the door behind him, and clutching the food before him like a shield, took a steadying breath and opened his closet door.
“Finally.” Lia lurched at him, snatching the bag away, too focused on the food to notice his nervous recoil. He stepped back as far as he could, settling cross-legged on the floor opposite her, and watched her tear apart his offerings like some ravenous animal goddess.
“So…” He began carefully. Lia was not a chatty person, but he felt awkward just watching her. “Tell me again why they kicked you out of the kitchens?”
Silence as the blonde finished demolishing one of the rolls. “I couldn't make toast,” Lia said around a mouthful of bread, digging around in the bag for another piece.
Jeris paused, digesting that. Having observed her wild, harsh behavior for the past few days, he actually believed it. “Ah. So you’re not a cook. Then... why did you volunteer to be in the kitchens?”
She shrugged, licking crumbs from her fingers. “Seemed like the easiest way to get aboard. Said they needed the help, anyway, and I figured it couldn't be too hard. But then that one chef, what’s his name, the Twi’lek with the inquisitive stares and the bad teeth?”
“Chef Terl’ka,” Jeris supplied helpfully.
“Yeah. Him. He figured out I was stealing wages and nabbing credits from the store cash drawers.” Lia stuffed a pickled vegetable into her mouth, flipping her hair away from her face. “Tried to drag me to the head honcho for ‘disciplinary action’.” She snorted in derision. “So I gave him a black eye and took off, lost him in the hallways, and ended up in here.”
“So that’s how he got hurt!” Jeris raised his eyebrows in fearful awe. Violence was another thing he had no experience with. “No one could figure out what had happened, he just yelled at anyone who asked and never talked about it.”
Lia nodded a little, licking her lips as she finished the last chili dumpling. “Probably too embarrassed to report it. It would make him look bad if he lost track of a little thief girl.”
Silence descended for a moment. Jeris frowned in thought. “But why come here? To my room? There are tons of empty rooms you could have broken into.”
Lia sighed loudly in annoyance, finally lifting her bitter green eyes to look at him. Jeris narrowed his eyes a tiny bit in response, as if he were trying to look at the sun. “Because you’re nice,” she snapped, crumpling the empty food bag up and tossing it over her shoulder into the closet. “You’re too meek to turn me in, too gentle to try and rough me up, and too awkward and nervous to force me into your bed. You’re that guy who goes unnoticed most of the time, and you are way too kind to half those assholes in the kitchens, and that’s how I knew you would help me out.”
It was probably the most she’d ever said to him. Jeris blinked uncertainly at her, trying to work out if her words were complimentary or insulting. “…Oh,” was all he could manage. He watched in quiet wonder as she scooted backwards into his closet on a small nest of shirts, double check her power cell in her blaster, and settle against the cold steel wall. “You ,uh, never told me why you’re here at all. Are you in some kind of trouble, or… don’t you have family?”
“This is my family,” came the immediate response. Lia held up her DL-44, tapping the metal frame. “Best you didn't know the rest. Just get me to wherever this ship is going next and I’ll be gone for good.”
It wasn’t much of an answer, but Jeris hadn’t expected her to provide one at all. Still. There was something rather sad about her words. He had a large family on Coruscant, brothers and sisters waiting anxiously for his return, a mother who loved him. He had a whole file on his datapad full of holovids from his siblings, and a drawer next to his bed packed with little memoirs of his home. Small models of ships and colorful action figures of famous holofilm stars lined his shelves, shoulder to shoulder with the tiny clay figurines his littlest brother liked to send him, and the socks his mother knitted him every Life Tree Day were folded neatly inside his closet. Or they were, before Lia took up residence. Jeris might like his solitude, but he was loved, he had a home, a job, some money and a few friends. He had something.
This girl, though. She had nothing. Nothing except a blaster and a whole ‘lotta secrets. And he felt for her. How wretched and lonely she must feel, constantly moving, never trusting…
“Don’t do that.” Lia gave him a sour look, blaster still in her hand.
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t look at me like you pity me. Like I’m some kind of lost-damsel charity case.” She stared harshly at Jeris, her jaw set. “You nice guys are all the same. You get one hint of my chaotic lifestyle and before you know it, you’re riding to my rescue on white horses.”
Jeris gulped, shaking his head rapidly. “No no, I wasn't even—“
“Don’t pamper me,” she barked, “don’t feel sorry for me, I’m a hearty bitch, I can take care of myself out there.” Jeris didn't doubt that at all. “And maybe I like my anarchic life. Maybe I like hiding in closets and threatening nice guys and stealing from good, honest people. I don’t answer to anyone, I have no attachments, no anchors, I can do whatever the hell I want and not have to worry about anything.”
“Okay, okay!” Jeris raised his hands in fast surrender, scrambling up from his spot on the floor. “I get it, I’m sorry, your life is great, nothing to feel bad about, I get it.” He waited, tensed for further arguments, but he didn't get them. Her eyes followed him, though, challenging and unrelenting. The young man withered under her gaze. “I’ll just… the food was good? I can get you some more. I’ll go do that right now.” He inched towards the door, sweating a little. “Yes. Right now. More food! I’ll be right back, just… rest, or whatever it is you do in my closet.” And with an awkward smile, he backed out of his room and took off down the hallway, finding calm in the distance. He’d thought about telling someone about her numerous times, but he’d never followed through. It just didn'tfeel right to him, no matter how upsetting she was. She’d trusted him to keep her secret, and so he would.
Jeris headed for the kitchens, even though it wasn’t his shift, wanting to lose himself in the hectic flow of food prep. There was always something that needed doing there, and the steady pattern and steamy heat always had a calming effect on him. But he paused outside the entrance to Holdout’s. He was not a drinking man, and neither did he play Sabaac, but the crowd wasn’t too rowdy right now, and the horribly cast holofilm playing across the screens caught his eye. He hadn’t seen this version in a long time. Jeris took a few meek steps into the cantina, careful not to disturb the little crowds of beings scattered about the area. He made it to the bar, found a quiet spot, and ordered a glass of carbonated Jumbli juice as he watched the holofilm with wide eyes, remembering his first time seeing it back home. The Rodian had just set his drink down when a thick, orange hand grabbed Jeris by the shoulder and turned him roughly around.
It was Chef Terl’ka. And he’d had far too much to drink.
The massive Twi’lek had been throwing back steady shots for the better part of an hour now, from the way he was weaving around. The bruise decorating his right eye was bursting with a ripe purple-black color, an obscene sight when set against his light orange skin. “You!” Terl’ka jabbed a finger at Jeris, who shrank back against the bar counter. “Sneaky boy. You sneak, always sneak little foods, I see you,” he bellowed at the dishwasher in butchered Basic.
This could be trouble, Jeris thought. Alarm lit his features. The young man shook his head, hands once again raised in surrender. “I- I-..sorry chef, I don’t know what you’re talking abo—“
“You sneak!!!” Terl’ka grabbed Jeris by his collar, lurching him forward. The Twi’lek peered crazily into his face, yellow eyes searching. “No lie, I see you. Hiding foods in room. I follow!” He reached around Jeris, oblivious to the scene he was making, intent on finding something else to drink. “I follow to room, hear you speak. Who you speak to, eh?”
Jeris tried. He tried to keep his Sabaac face on, but he was never a good liar. Panic gripped his insides. He’d followed him to his room? He’d heard them talking? “N-no one! I just. I. I get hungry. At night, you know. I need extra food, and things. A lot.” He paused awkwardly. “…please let me go, sir.”
Anger and frustration clipped Terl’ka’s face. He shook the young man lightly, voice thick with booze. “Who you speak to?? You tell, or no job anymore, you tell now!!” He gestured widely to his bruised face, apparently not drunk enough to not notice Jeris was staring at his wounds. “Oh, this? You know of this? I think you sneak not for you. You sneak to girl,” he finished with a growl, expression stormy. “You hide her!! I follow, I know. Where is she??” he roared, shaking Jeris so hard his teeth chattered.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Oct 2, 2013 12:05:57 GMT -8
Four guys in heavy armor speaking Mando'a, and a little blond chick. Can't say we don't know how to build a team. =P
Sorry about the hold up, October is my busiest time of year, and classes show no mercy. Working on my post!
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 30, 2013 11:23:14 GMT -8
I'll look at getting a post up in Corellia's Orbit a little later today after work. [:
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 30, 2013 10:45:07 GMT -8
I wouldn't mind a usergroup. Although it looks like the Mandos already have one!
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 29, 2013 19:01:30 GMT -8
The Bounty Board thread seems to have a few. I actually just sent in Lia's bounty application the other day, so it should be up there with the others in a few days. Wherever we go, I can't wait to get started! This'll be an interesting mix of writers.
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Lia Corusa
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Just your average runaway Barbie biatch.
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Post by Lia Corusa on Sept 29, 2013 13:38:44 GMT -8
I think with the four of you, taking down a Force user would definitely not be an issue, fancy gadgets aside. As for where we go next, I am unfamiliar with these boards and their activity hotspots. Anyone with a little more knowledge want to chime in?
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