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Sept 13, 2011 12:16:02 GMT -5
Post by jaker on Sept 13, 2011 12:16:02 GMT -5
OOC: you'd think I'd have more material than this, but I'm tired and may aswell do it now while I can be bothered.
Kito was in a particular situation that made him regret carrying a bag full of black market weaponry along with a large pouch of credits. He looked at Ervisa and up to the Zeltron, the first thing he noticed that they're skin were exotic shades and both were drinking quite confidently... not mention BOTH were looking to acquire his more secretive 'light saber'.
Taking the drink in hand and downing a hefty gulp of the alcohol, he looked towards the Mirolian and replied to her question, "name's Kito," he replied, smiling before looking up at the Zeltron, "I'm drinking whatever's strong," he raised the glass before taking back the remainder and clapping down the on the table. He knew it was going to be a long night, possibly good, but the outcome might be bad in the morning. He took in the current situation for a moment, the booze lending it's help but not being so useful....'Jedis drinking, lively women and a pissed off Twi'lek shouting pink... how can it get any more screwed than this?' was his last thought.
"Alright, you want me to go to your 'party and you want to help me relax" he speculated, pointing at the females in stated order with grubby scarred hands before clapping them together and falling back into a slouching position, "you know what, why the hell not?" he said coming to a sort of futile conclusion, though it felt like the alcohol was the one talking.
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Sept 13, 2011 15:43:26 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 13, 2011 15:43:26 GMT -5
Ervisa looked from Kito to the Zeltron woman and back. A smile played out on her green face as Kito accepted a chance at a good time. Of course now there were two interested parties.
That was complicated, but possible to work around. Or with for that matter. The Mirialan fringer's own preferences didn't yield any interest in the woman, but she really wasn't opposed to splitting the man as it were.
Her glance summed him up again. Yes, there was definitely enough to go around. She was willing to share him for the evening.
She looked at the Zeltron woman and shrugged with a neutral expression on her face. This had the potential to be awkward. "Well, I'm open minded. How do you feel about sharing?"
Ervisa didn't bother asking Kito. She couldn't think of a single man in the galaxy willing to turn down two lovely ladies at the same time. Obviously he was going to be fine with it.
If he wasn't, she'd be incredibly surprised. But stranger things had happened to her before.
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Sept 13, 2011 19:16:42 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 13, 2011 19:16:42 GMT -5
Zett Rem was now long ready to get moving. all he had here was a unknown man by the name of Kito,a Grey and strange former Jedi or at least thats what he had come to think...she had a light-saber and knew how to use the force...but Zett also had a light saber so that did not mean much,and finally a drunk Jedi/former boss...and "wait" he thought to himself "were did the other guy go?" he have expected a handful of bounty hunters be coming with him but he had gone to the table by himself to talk to the twi'lic. Well...its been a nice night but i think I'm going to see if i can get a ship to get out of here...he left the words alone turning to Garen...the Jedi he had helped only a few months ago he knew allot more about him today then he did when he met. he stood and went to the table were the twi'lic was chatting with the man he had just met. if this is some kind of a trap I'm walking right into it. he said under his breath. of course it would be more fun to get into trouble then not. Hello agean...he said to the man who was just at the table with them a few moments ago. Sorry if I'm interrupting but i had to get away from the crazy table it was getting full. a smile came onto his face not that it was see-able through his Mando Helmet. he sat down at the table nodding at the both. Oh and i did not get your name?! he looked at the other that he mainly came for to talk to. a sigh let itself out as he took the helmet off. so whats the talking about?
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Sept 17, 2011 19:45:45 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Sept 17, 2011 19:45:45 GMT -5
While he wholly expected for the neon pink liquid to come flying into his face it was no small surprise that, irked as she appeared, it was simply tipped over as he sat down. Without the frosted glass the drink looked like any other as it rolled across the table and tell across the sides and dripped lightly into his lap. He didn't make to catch it, didn't move to mop it up before it fell and only chuckled as the cool feeling reached his skin. It mattered not at all; dark pants or suit would be dealt no damage and the spot would dry. He was suddenly even more intrigued.
Not wanting to make more of a scene? Not wanting to get stabbed? Looking for something else? That's the question... Nah. Couldn't be that easy
While his neurotic mind chugged away her drinks arrived, several vials of what looked and smelled to be a very strong liquor... one that he was not familiar with. Shrugging he reached over to pick up the upturned shot as the droid hovered in place.
“Cute. Have you been waitin' to use that one for a while?”
Only for the last few minutes, yes. Another Neon Fuchsia, oh dispensary of alcohol. He smiled as the droid took the glass and floated away. Turning his attention back to the Twi'Lek in front of him he sighed a smile as another stream of drops fell over the edge of the table and onto his lap. You know, that's a party foul. You gotta' drink it off the table now... and if you're lucky I'll let you go after the rest.
The edge on Itani's gaze could have cut durasteel as he grinned at the young woman, his intent tonight simply his own amusement. He still wondered how much farther he could go and avoid a fat lip.
If I had chosen to use something canned with a malice of forethought I dare say that the Neon would not just be on my trousers. Color or not, you should try that cocktail sometime, it will lay you flat. Ah, speaking of; thank you dispensary. The droid had floated back with the bright neon in its hand, deposited it back before them and fluttered off again. Laying his hands on it before she could dump it over he drained the shot before upturning the glass on the wet table as he Shivered, the heat running down his esophagus.
As I find myself in such pretty company, might I get your name? I'm Itani; its a drunken pleasure.
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Sept 21, 2011 18:10:27 GMT -5
Post by Charlie Sharper on Sept 21, 2011 18:10:27 GMT -5
Morwynn observed as several of the tables occupants left during and after her arriveal. <Oh well> She thought as she looked back at Kito, feeling quite a bit more drunk then she should be. Then the Mirialan brought up the idea of sharing. Morwynn was caught off guard, she initially just wanted to be a tease and shake up Mirialan's attempt at getting in to Kito's pants, this had obviously got out of hand. "You know what honey? I'll just leave you two be..." She said with a slur as she got shakily up for the table and turned to walk away, only to trip over a chair and nearly fall down. "I....meant to....ummmm....do that......Did the room just get.......?" She trailed off as she began losing consciousness.
Her body began to slump as the drug that she didn't know was in her system began to release through her veins. It had taken some time to work through her system, but was obviously reaching the desired effect, albit after the intended time.
The entire room was spinning and she seemed to be moving in slow motion. Her breathing became labored, as did her thoughts while her vision blurred. She spoke up with an urgent tone, as if it something of utmost importance had occupied her mind, "Nerf sandwiches..." was all she seemed to get out as she toppled over a chair, almost ready to hit the ground.
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Sept 21, 2011 21:16:38 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 21, 2011 21:16:38 GMT -5
As soon as the Zeltron uttered the words "I'll just let you two be," Ervisa slid over onto Kito's lap, draping her green arms around his neck, making a noise almost like the purr of a satisfied kitten. She wouldn't have minded sharing him particularly, but it was nicer to have him all to herself. Yes, she had a distinct feeling it was going to be a good night. A warm smile appeared on her features. They were distinct, and bordered on sharp. Yet they worked for her face.
"Nerf sandwiches..."
Ervisa's hands dropped from Kito's muscular neck at the exclamation from the Zeltron. It was the sort of thing she would have said, which caught her attention. She'd yet to encounter anyone else in the galaxy quite like herself, which was a pretty good indicator there was a problem now. Come to think of it, the woman hadn't been behaving quite right ever since the Mirialan fringer had noticed her.
She turned her senses onto her, trying to detect if something was wrong. She seemed muddled and confused, that much was obvious just from a good look at her. But there was more to it...
Then she placed it. Something she'd seen before on other planets and cantinas. Really she'd thought this one was better than it, but you still found drugs slipped into the drinks of especially vivacious females. Some unscrupulous person must have been fixated on getting a Zeltron into bed the hard way.
The ex-Jedi was many things, and though she was done fighting the good fight for the Jedi, she still had a good heart. And someone had to do something.
Quickly she pecked Kito on the cheek and slid back off his lap, an apologetic expression on her face.
"Back in a bit gorgeous. Stay sexy."
Ervisa saluted with her lightsaber, then briskly closed the distance to the Zeltron woman who was staggering feebly. She caught her under the arm and steadied her, pulling one arm over her shoulders to rest the other woman's body weight on herself.
"All right there honey bunches of oats, lets get you out of here and to some place nice and safe."
She had every intention of simply letting the poor thing recover from the affects of whatever drug she'd been slipped in the safety of her own prearranged hotel room. It was the sort of courtesy she'd have hoped to have been extended herself.
Besides, a little kindness never hurt anyone.
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Sept 21, 2011 22:40:22 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Sept 21, 2011 22:40:22 GMT -5
"The talking" The lekku'd female replied to the garishly-dressed figure who had decided to join the table she had chosen, even by standing, "was about whether I'm going to shoot you once, or twice in the groin" she slowly said, reaching below the table and drawing eight full inches of silvery steel, polished to perfection, with a real-wood handgrip that her fingers wrapped around. "These bullets are big, and I'm betting it'll take one to make you into a permanent soprano. Have an opinion on this?" she pushed, hoping that not just the newcomer, but also the other one, would get the hint, that she really wasn't interested, not in the slightest, in any sort of companionship at the moment, and would rather see the two of them in pain than be conversational.
Apparently, luck was not forthcoming, not tonight at least, because the one across the table both hadn't gotten the hints before, and with her current streak, wouldn't get this one. He'd even gone as far as to ask her name. Since tact wasn't working on this one, she'd apparently have to use...blunt and open conversation, her favorite. "Pretty company who's completely and totally disinterested in men in any way, shape or form. Company who'd be completely disinterested in any form of life if it weren't for the fact that my idiot of a father sent me a ship for my birthday that requires multiple people to operate at peak performance. Unless you think you can fix broken things, or fly with any amount of skill, you don't need my name. If, and only if you find yourself with either set of skills. Pala'aola."
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Sept 23, 2011 21:44:45 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 23, 2011 21:44:45 GMT -5
After having a blaster was pulled on him Zett let the air calm a bit without anyone at the table knowing that this came as a complete surprise to him although he did not want any trouble. Well Pala Aola was it? I will give three reasons why you should not shoot me 1st, i just want to get back home,not trouble,2nd, I indeed do know how to fly a ship and fix things quite well both, and 3rd. he maid a wink inside his helmet and that was his trigger to start his flame thrower. a small flame grew out of his armor's sleeve as he maid a fist. Oh 3rd, all i need to do is maybe sneeze and your toast but... he winked again and the flame went back down. ... As i said i don't want any troble. he took of his helmet and sat it down on the table his hair was longer than he had it most of the time it almost came down to his eyes and it want halve down his neck. What type of ship we talking about? a smile came across his face... he almost had it in the bag he was getting back to Coruscant IF he did not screw this up.
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Post by Charlie Sharper on Sept 23, 2011 22:28:20 GMT -5
(Song for post = Link) Morwynn nearly hit the ground when an arm grabbed her and hoisted her up onto the ajoined shoulder. "All right there honey bunches of oats, lets get you out of here and to some place nice and safe." A voice came from a place that the Zeltron couldn't see, but she didn't mind at the moment. "I'd go....but the room is too busy.....being fuzzy............" She trailed off a bit at that point when swung her head up to try and see her helper. It was that nicey nice Mirialan from...Well, she knew her from somewhere. She was about to say hello when she felt another arm weave under her own, attempting to take the wait from whoever was holding her. "Don't worry, I've got her." The newcomer would be recognized by none of the present company save Morwynn, who was busy trying to capture a fairy with her increasingly heavy hand. "Don't worry, I'm her friend from work." Morwynn swung her head the other direction to see someone she had seen earlier. Anyone who was in the right state of mind saw a human who stood about 6'2" and maybe the heavy side of 240lbs. He looked down at Morwynn as he spoke with a odd look in his eye as he tried to lift the former Republic medic from Ervisa's grasp. "Hey...It's thhheee...guy from that place....Corkisant." she said in her haze. "You came back!." For a friend he seemed in a sort of hurry, but the red flags were not flying in Morwynn's drug hazed mind, nor where many thoughts. "Come on Mortwin..." he said with urgency. "Thanks for catching her, sometimes she over does it a little with the drinking, I'll have her home soon. Morwynn pulled at her arm as hard as she could manage, which is to say that tried to fall away from him. "Ummmmmmmmmnooo....I wanna stay wiTHHHH...ummmm....the plushy one." Morwynn said as her lids began to grow heavier and heavier. With all of her strength she tried to pull out of his grasp, knocking herself over into Ervisa's arms and pushing grey Jedi into a near-by patron. With that she felt consciousness slipping away quickly and with a final "MmmmmmNoooo......" She lost her grip on the world and fell asleep. The human man walked over to her and grabbed at her hand again rather roughly. "I said 'COME ON'!" He attempted to yank her up as the Zeltron's body went completely limp.
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Sept 23, 2011 23:25:35 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 23, 2011 23:25:35 GMT -5
Ervisa's eyes narrowed. Friend from work? She didn't think so. That was more coincidence than she was willing to buy into. And if he was, why hadn't he stuck by her side earlier? She already knew someone had slipped her a roofie, and now very conveniently there was someone trying to snatch her away...
When he yelled and tried to grab her away, that was the last straw. He was the one, the guilty party. Never mind that he was a hell of a lot bigger than her, she was going to drop him like third period Huttese.
The Mirialan fringer was still a good person at heart. Her Jedi training had instilled certain values in her that weren't going away. Helping the weak and the defenseless were still central to her. She was done fighting the Dark Jedi, and the war with the Sith Empire was none of her business. But beating down the ordinary scum and making a difference in someone's daily life? That was a small battle she could win.
With a surprising burst of strength, she snatched back Morwynn's limp form and gingerly set her down behind her.
Then she immediately pointed behind the man, a look of surprise etched onto her features. "Oh FORCE! Look out!"
As the hulking man turned to face the non-existent distraction, the rather slender Mirialan woman's hands darted out and grabbed his head, shoving it downward and directly into her rising knee. Then her leg extended and her sturdy leather boot impacted straight on his crotch.
That bought her a little time. Time to grab the lightsaber off her belt and ignite it. With the peculiar snap/hiss of the weapon, the navy blue blade shimmered into existence, lighting up the cantina as she held it in her favored back-handed Shien grip. Everything seemed to come to a stop as silence fell. All eyes were focused on the scene.
The would-be date rapist was clutching a bloody nose and hunched over, obviously favoring his sore genitalia. And the look of anger in his eyes quickly transitioned to fear at the sight of her Jedi weapon.
"I know what you're thinking. Yes, these are real." She used her free hand to grab one of her breasts. "Also, yes. This is a lightsaber, and I do know how to use it. Now unless you want to lose some limbs I suggest you make like a man who still has legs and get the hell out."
Her grey eyes narrowed and shot a withering glare at the man, who turned and hobbled away as quickly as he could. The Mirialan deactivated her saber and returned it to her belt.
Now it was time to carry out the rest of her original plan and get the Zeltron woman to safety. She turned around and hoisted up the unconscious woman, lifting her up onto her shoulders. Now the only awkward part was that her duffle bag full of credits and spare clothing was unable to fit in her full arms.
She looked around the room for someone she could enlist to help, looking for just the right certain something. She found it in the person of a very pissed Twi'lek who looked as if she wanted nothing better than to blow away the armored man who'd been sitting at her table.
Ervisa walked up to her side, and with a glance at her bag and some intense focus, she telekinetically moved it to her feet.
"Excuse me very much, but I have a little request to make. Would you mind getting the door and helping me carry this bag? I can't handle sleeping beauty here and it. I promise its worth your time. Plus, it gets you away from prince charming here." She gestured at the armored man who was sitting next to her.
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Sept 24, 2011 8:29:07 GMT -5
Post by jaker on Sept 24, 2011 8:29:07 GMT -5
Kito chuckled before sliding the glass off the table casually with a slow sweep of his arm, letting it smash into glittering gens on the gritty floor. The fact was he had no intention to 'get in' with anyone, two women coming onto him was of too much suspicion, he'd been in a variety of set ups and one involving him along with the kidnappers getting involved with a Sith Warrior which was horribly unpleasant with the fact he had a blaster bolt to the leg. Getting up from the damp, beer ridden table, he holstered the shotos on his worn leather belt and was about to call it a night. Suddenly, a short and violent encounter happened between the two females he was with and some strange character who was now bloodied, hobbling away in cowardly fright.
"Things never get boring," he muttered under his crisp breath, the taste of cheap drinks lining his teeth as he took a deep breath and strolled through the exit, giving one last look at the forward women before stepping outside and lifting his cowl over his head to cover his features. He had other reasons not to get close or spend a night with someone, reasons that he could never divulge...
Walking down the 'streets' if you were, in what can be deemed as night hours as a dark veil had cloaked the sky and was sprinkled with silver gems with some hovering blissful across the paint canvas. Various people were making under-the-breath deals in small groups, probably selling spices or some kind of contraband. He noticed the man who'd fled from the bar was huddled in a fetal position in one of the alleyways. To his better judgment, he entered the ominous nook between the buildings to see if the coward was ok.
Kito looked away in disgust, he turned the man's head to see what it was smashed in by some blunt object and that his clothing was stained with blood.
"Muggers..." Kito whispered, knowing the unfortunate had ran into a group of unsavory men that in turn bludgeoned him to death and probably looted his crippled body.
"Ah ha ha ha haaaa, looks like we caught another guys!" a character with what seemed to be a disfigured or just horrifically ugly, face, who spoke with a grizzle voice that sound like he was holding his nose while speaking. In turn three more low lives had appeared with brutish weapons and spiteful blades, all were eying his bag hungrily.
"And it looks like I've just ran into a f*ck-ugly low life with a pack of dumbass degenerates that are probably to stupid to take on real fighters," Kito replied with the same mocking tone as the thug leader.
The leader's face twisted in rage from Kito's remark and screamed, "beat the crap out of him!" foaming out of his gnarled mouth. His scum ran at Kito, swinging their fists and weapons clumsily towards the Grey Jedi. Kito stepped to the side punched a rodian thug in the face before spinning around and slashing his gut with a clean swip of the shoto saber. Another thug made a slash, getting the rogue in the arm that was clutching the saber and shaking the blade violently while roaring curse words at Kito, only to find a blaster point blanking him in the eye. Yanking the knife out painfully, Kito two stepped as best as he could from the blunt attacks from the boss and remaining degenerate while he painfully swung the saber to ward them off.
"And who said being considerate wasn't gonna hurt," he growled under his breath, taking a quick looked at the mugged corpse.
OOC: I got bored of my guy sitting and drinking?
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 28, 2011 19:43:08 GMT -5
Zett saw Ervisa come to the table to ask for a little help from the twi'lik. Oh blast it.Zett said under his breath. now I'm not getting off the planet. he said under his breath with a sigh. Zett received a call from Coruscant from his apartment. Zett stood from the table grabbed his helmet and stood a few feet away in a shadowed corner and flicked on the com link switch. hello T5. he said to the droid that he knew had called. a small beep came in return asking when Zett would be back. Well I'm not quite Shir but i hope soon...although i do have enough credits to spend a few nights here if need be. the droid gave another beep about a Storm that was near on Coruscant. well then i better be getting back to trying to find a way back. a affirmative beep came threw and the com went to static as Zett turned it back off. To see three bounty hunters come in and yell out Zett Rems name. Oh grate. he said as he grasped one of his pistols. lets hope they don't see me although i could take them. he said under his breath With a sigh.
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Post by Latus on Sept 29, 2011 19:46:47 GMT -5
((OOC: Go ahead and take me out of this thread. If I had more time I'd have given Itani an exit thread in place of this but time doesn't allow for it (story of my life). Thanks for a humorous thread; have fun with the rest of it.))
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Post by 10Tickler on Oct 2, 2011 13:40:38 GMT -5
Grimacing at the sound of Zett's voice, Pala couldn't help but literally stand, to push herself further away from him. It was as though the male were deaf, or possibly had some sort of mental condition that kept him from understanding basic. If he were a Twi'lek, the hostility flicking through her lekku would have been more than enough of a warning, but sadly, most other races had no idea of the myriad of subtle cues that could be transmitted through the appendages. Luckily, it seemed, there was some sort of rescue on the way, in the form of a Mirialan female, toting about another figure. Sighing her assent, Pala simply shook her head, raising a com-disk to her mouth and speaking loudly, the small wafer transmitting her voice through the room.
I need three people, willing to do whatever, One of them needs to be able to work and fix both a Hyperdrive and engine systems. I can't promise profits, but I can promise excitement and maybe a little bit of law-breaking. Dock 76. We'll go from there, but I'm leaving in two hours, no more, no less. You want work? We can find it, but I'm not carrying useless passengers. Trade skills or knowledge, or stay away she announced, turning away from the main bar to look at Ervisa. Fine she added, hefting the bag on one shoulder and pushing through the door quickly, interested in nothing more than leaving this rotten hellhole of a planet.
[[OOC: I'm out, Opening up the thread for Crew Application]]
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 3, 2011 18:04:49 GMT -5
With Pala's help opening doors, it wasn't long before Ervisa Therani made it safely to the hotel she'd arranged a room at. And from there it was just a matter of negotiating an elevator, a hallway, and a doorway with an unconscious Zeltron woman hoisted over her shoulder. Luckily the Mirialan pilot managed to avoid knocking Morwynn's head on anything.
Inside the comfortable room, Ervisa laid the woman out on the bed and tossed her duffle onto the floor by a chair before sinking into the plush piece of furniture. Two hours.
Pala had said two hours before she left, which left her a window of time to take care of herself before the deadline for job interviews was over. TO be fully honest, the ex-Jedi wasn't sure what to do. She was a skilled pilot, and there was always some kind of work to be had if you looked hard enough, but she had the gut-feeling there was a certain something about the green Twi'lek that could prove quite interesting. In fact, the very idea of being on a crew for a longer term duration was pretty interesting. It had some potential.
But she wasn't going anywhere until Morwynn was back on her feet. And she was guessing that would take an hour or so depending on the severity of the drug. Which meant she an hour of time to herself.
Grey eyes scanned the room carefully, staring at the holonet display on the wall. Or... She sniffed, and promptly winced. She wasn't exactly smelling at her best right now. It had been a long few days without a room or a shower.
Ervisa padded across the room and peeked into the bathroom, and silently thanked the Force she hadn't spared any expense on this one. There was a positively lavish bathtub, one that would easily cover every inch of her body with water. And it even had the little jets in it and everything.
The Mirialan woman closed the door behind her and turned on the tap, letting the steaming water flow into the tub. One by one she peeled off her layers, and soon her clothing lay scattered about the small room, one boot lying on the toilet seat and the other in the sink. Then, when she was wearing nothing but her tattoos and a relaxed smile, the tub was filled adequately.
She slid into the hot water and let it caress her body lovingly. She leaned back and started to unbraid her hair. The task of making her long raven locks accessible, then clean, then in a neat braid again was daunting. It was why she did it only rarely. But when she did, nothing was more relaxing. Nothing at all.
One hour slid by smoothly as could be, and it was over all too soon. She emerged, dripping, from the tub and dried herself off with the towel, immediately grabbing a hair dryer and setting to work on her hair, whistling cheerfully all the while. However, one fact became increasingly clear. Either it was her hair in a braid again, or it was being late for a job interview and finding no ship. No question there, the hair would just have to wait.
She gathered up all her assorted bits and pieces of clothing and headed for her duffel, which held exact duplicates. Bit by bit, she returned to a clothed state, finally pulling on her black leather boots and ready to face the world once again.
Ervisa stared at the Zeltron woman's back. "You awake there Sleeping Beauty?"
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The Elder and Unaccomplished
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Oct 3, 2011 19:35:50 GMT -5
Post by Charlie Sharper on Oct 3, 2011 19:35:50 GMT -5
She pulled off her blood stained surgical gloves and began to wash her hands as per usual. It was another day on Arkania for the young doctor and she was as content as she had ever been in her life, working in the ER gave her purpose and a reason to carry the scars of her past. She was getting ready to leave as a gunnery burst through the door of the ER. She was suddenly back in her operating room, yes, her operating room...The poor Arkanian's body was rejecting the cybernetic implants that he had received only hours earlier. The room smelled like infection and blood spurted all over the doctors as the young man squirmed and writhed in pain. It was a shocking sight to say the least, but not too uncommon on the icy planet. Morwynn asked for a scalpel, but didn't receive an answer, as she turned she only saw a military tribunal stand, that same Arkanian that had just been on the table was sitting on the bench, staring at her coldly. She opened her mouth to apologize to him, to say how sorry she was he had died, and how she was sorry she couldn't get justice for him or his kin, but nothing came out. He just stared, blood oozing from his body and head...
Morwynn awoke in a cold sweat as she sat straight up. Upon looking around the room she realized she was having trouble remembering how she got there. She heard someone bathing, and reached for her blaster, which was surprisingly still there. -Maybe I'm not kidnapped?- she thought. She readied herself for the worst, but then a Mirialan woman came out of the bathroom. Morwynn didn't know why but she felt like she was safe with the woman. She recalled something about her being nice or something similar to that as she spoke.
"You awake there Sleeping Beauty?" The Mirialan asked her nicely. "Mmmmfine...little...fuzzy..." She said as she felt the migraine hit her like a ton of bricks, though not nearly as hard as the nausea. She shakily rose to her feet, barely able to walk, but she stumbled her way to the bathroom and promptly vomited in the toilet. "Need fluids......water!" she said urgently. The Mirialan fetched her some water and the Zeltron gulped it down greedily, allowing herself more liquid to vomit. She then refilled the glass and took a long drink, this time keeping it down.
"Somebody gave me something..." She said, stating the obvious. "Probably something in the GHB family...Oh, I'm Morwynn, by the way. She then added, "I'm a doctor." She smiled as best she could, "And I take it you're my hero...Named?
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Oct 3, 2011 21:13:10 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 3, 2011 21:13:10 GMT -5
"Ervisa." The Mirialan woman answered as she fastened on her gunbelt, clipping her lightsaber to the left side of it, where it usually sat. She was pretty fond of that belt actually, ever since she'd picked it up years before in a sabacc game. Same way she'd gotten the Zabrak Tystel that sat in the holster portion. Sometimes it amazed her how big the blaster was.
A quick zip of her duffel, and she was completely ready to head out again into the night air, something she had every intention of doing.
Given the status of the woman, it was quite likely she'd seen Ervisa strolling out au naturel. Didn't especially matter. She wasn't shy. She'd done a lot more than just strip in public, and she liked to walk the line.
"We met at the bar, but I don't expect you to remember that. You were a little out of it, someone slipped you a roofie. But don't worry, I kicked the guy's ass and brought you here to sleep it off." Ervisa sneaked a quick look at the chronometer. They were running a little lower on time than she'd have liked. She started to put her waist-length hair into a pony-tail so it would at least be out of her way.
She loved her hair, but it could be a hassle. Hence the braid. Convenience.
"So Doctor, seems like today was your lucky day, but I must away, without delay, looking for a job to pay. You're welcome to join me if you're looking for work, otherwise its 'goodbye.'"
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Charlie Sharper
The Elder and Unaccomplished
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Oct 4, 2011 6:39:52 GMT -5
Post by Charlie Sharper on Oct 4, 2011 6:39:52 GMT -5
"Ervisa." The Mirialan answered while fastening her belt to her body, Morwynn obviously noticed the lightsaber on her belt; -Most likely a forcie, but Jedi?- Morwynn thought to herself. Ervisa then zipped up her duffel and slung it over her shoulder. She definitely didn't give off the Jedi vibe, but a Dark Jedi? That seemed equally unlikely to Morwynn.
"We met at the bar, but I don't expect you to remember that. You were a little out of it, someone slipped you a roofie. But don't worry, I kicked the guy's ass and brought you here to sleep it off." Ervisa was correct in surmising that Morwynn didn't remember any of this, the drug was in it's most potent stage around this time. "Thank you very much Ervisa." Morwynn was thankful that nothing bad happened to her and the drugger got his in the end. Morwynn made a mental note to be more watchful in cantina's and bars from now on, but such was the nature of the beast she supposed. She did owe Ervisa a lot, she had been in real danger and if not for the Mirialan, who knows what would have happened to her, Morwynn refused to think about that. She would have to make it up somehow, Morwynn decided.
"So Doctor, seems like today was your lucky day, but I must away, without delay, looking for a job to pay. You're welcome to join me if you're looking for work, otherwise its 'goodbye.'" Morwynn, deciding on ignoring the rhyme scheme, felt like this was an opportunity in two senses. She (desperately) needed the work and she owed more to Ervisa then a mere 'K, thanks, bye'. "I think I will join you, I could use some honest money; or dishonest money for that matter. Just need to stop by my hotel and gather my things."
She hoped that they would have time to stop at her hotel, it was a dumpy lodging but it was all she could afford at the moment and it had all her belongings there. She didn't have much but she did have a few things of value, if only to her at least. Her medical supplies especially could prove invaluable to any prospective employer. She took pride in them and had spent the last few years spending all the money she had on amassing a nice collection of useful surgical instruments. A collection she was not about to lose, but Ervisa seemed to be in a hurry so they would have to leave now if they were going to get to her hotel in time. It was out near the space docks, which was where Morwynn hoped this perspective job was to be found. It was a logical assumption as the docks were where most of the illicit acts were to go down.
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Oct 4, 2011 17:46:51 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 4, 2011 17:46:51 GMT -5
"I think I will join you, I could use some honest money; or dishonest money for that matter. Just need to stop by my hotel and gather my things."
Ervisa nodded. That was a simple enough request to make, and with any luck it would be along the way. Who knew? Maybe having a Doctor would come in handy on the crew, assuming everything came together. Of course that was a good assumption to make. The Mirialan woman had a strong belief in Fate and the Force, and every situation would wind up for the best now. There was always a silver lining, and when one door closed inevitably another one opened. She just had to find the way out.
However she had the distinct feeling this one was going to work out. And when she had that gut feeling, it almost always came through. Simple intuition or a firm grasp on the Force? Both possible, and probably both true. They were hardly mutually exclusive.
"Okie dokie Doc. We'll swing on by your hotel now on the way to the docks. And if anyone tries to slip you another roofie I'll drop-kick them into the next star system."
The Mirialan ex-Jedi walked over to the door, unfastening the lock and holding it open for the Zeltron.
"After you milady." Ervisa motioned Morwynn on through with her hand before closing the door again and vanishing out into the night streets again.
(OOC: End here and then just go enter the job interview thread?)
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