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Jun 9, 2020 19:34:06 GMT -5
Post by malamosi on Jun 9, 2020 19:34:06 GMT -5
Mal Amosi, eh. She laughed at his comment and shook her head. "I dunno who yer pals are, pal, but I'll guarantee they couldn't never afford ME." If he just cleaned up a bit more he wouldn't be so bad looking, she decided. "So why're ya haulin' spoiled protein bars all th' way out here, eh?"Mal let his head fall back to the table with a sigh. "Because when you're broke and you want to keep flying, you take all the jobs you can stomach. Because I only want to be free and flying."
Those Vaperator parts were worth more than the food, but the whole load would only have netted him about 5,000 credits. Just enough to stay in business to find another haul. Maybe take on passengers. Of course, now his ship was torn apart and his freight busted up and-if he believed her- spoiling. Shit wasn't fun anymore.
"Who are you, lady? Why did you come on board my ship and try to steal from me?"
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Jun 9, 2020 20:00:50 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 9, 2020 20:00:50 GMT -5
"Like I said, I'm Vivi," she replied. "And YOU was th' one who popped a distress beacon, or did'ja ferget?" He probably had, after all she'd kicked him a couple times in the head. Whatever.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose for a second. "So look here, we're gonna fix up yer ship as a way a' sayin' sorry fer bustin' up yer shit 'n all, 'kay? All yer cargo's intact, we got our own schedule t' keep but we'll drop ya off when we get there 'n everything'll be hunky-dandy!"
Or so she thought to herself, anyway. "Also we're the Exchange, by th' way, so I'd put yer funny ideas outta mind, 'kay?"
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Jun 9, 2020 22:06:32 GMT -5
Post by malamosi on Jun 9, 2020 22:06:32 GMT -5
Mal looked up at the woman as she spoke. He couldn't keep his jaw from dropping. The exchange had tried to rob him? And she was saying this mess was his fault!
Wait, was it? How drunk had he been? He wracked his brain, trying to decide if he had overreacted.
"I clearly remember you telling your boys to rob me. Now you changed your mind. You are willing to fix my ship and give me a free ride. I'm pretty sure outfits like the Exchange don't do things like that without asking for something in return. What do you want?"
Maybe he was a drunk, but he wasn't stupid.
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Jun 9, 2020 22:41:23 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 9, 2020 22:41:23 GMT -5
"You'd rather we shoved you out th' airlock 'n sold yer ship fer scrap?" she retorted flatly, leaning back and folding her arms beneath her chest. "Don't forget who's tied to a bunk right now, cuz it sure ain't me!"
She wasn't about to just admit that she'd screwed up and was trying to make amends for it, not after everything that had happened. Why couldn't people just accept her generosity and keep their mouths shut?
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Jun 11, 2020 20:35:12 GMT -5
Post by malamosi on Jun 11, 2020 20:35:12 GMT -5
"No no, I'm good where I am. Just get me a pillow and a sheet and I'd be right cozy." Mal smiles. There was something making this woman uncomfortable. Maybe he wasn't dead meat yet.
"Uh, you said you would drop me off? I don't suppose you're going anywhere near Tatooine?"
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Jun 20, 2020 16:16:09 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 20, 2020 16:16:09 GMT -5
"Not really." Where WERE they going, anyway? Uh, somewhere Core-ward she thought. Corellia? "Lemme go check 'n make sure, ay? I ain't th' cap'n after all."
She turned and wandered out of the room again. The door whooshed shut behind her, the two droids hovered menacingly. There was nothing in reach.
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Jun 24, 2020 16:47:26 GMT -5
Post by malamosi on Jun 24, 2020 16:47:26 GMT -5
Mal eyed the room, the droids, himself, the door. This was one of the strangest encounters he had ever experienced. It was a bit like the next morning after picking someone up in a bar. Mal addressed the droids.
"So. She do this kinda thing often?"
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Jun 25, 2020 19:39:42 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jun 25, 2020 19:39:42 GMT -5
"This unit cannot answer that question," was the succinct response. "Miss Hawke does not spend enough time on this vessel."
"The sentient would be better off addressing the crew," the second droid said, ignoring the fact that Mal was tied down and unable to do so.
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Jul 14, 2020 1:39:11 GMT -5
Post by malamosi on Jul 14, 2020 1:39:11 GMT -5
Mal tapped his fingers a bit, staring at the ceiling, feeling chilled. He hummed a few bars of an old drinking song from Corel City. Eventually, he dozed off again, waiting for the woman to come back and unstrap him from the bed.
He dreamed...
Two boys play on the deck of a cargo bay, building with blocks that magnetically lock together. The older boy concentrates, trying to recreate a building he saw once on a visit to Coruscant. He carefully places a block on a stack, his tongue protrusing from the corner of his mouth, eyes intent on his work.
The smaller boy watches, juggling a block in his small hands, impatience steaming from him. His older brother has monopolized the blocks all day and he is tired of it. He finally loses all pateince and tosses the block in his hands across the cargo bay. At the same time, the tower of blocks his brother builds, collapses, spilling to the deck, the magnetic links undone. The smaller boy doesn't notice, he turns to his brother with tears in his eyes.
"No fair Mal! No Fair that you get a turn and I don't!"
Mal Amosi stares at his little brother in shock and no little fear. He had felt something pass from his brother in that moment of rage, like a wind blowing his tower asunder. Grant didn't seem to understand what he had done...
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Jul 15, 2020 21:43:49 GMT -5
Post by Karl the Unfettered on Jul 15, 2020 21:43:49 GMT -5
Finding the captain was hard, as apparently he didn't want to see her for some reason. But after knocking some of the crew over the head she was told he'd be in his quarters, and she was able to confirm that they were indeed headed for Corellia. After a lot of shouting back and forth, of course. All that drama for a simple question, jeez... It made Vivi wonder why she bothered trying to be nice to people when they wound up throwing it back in her face anyway.
It didn't matter. She had what she wanted, so she went back to the medbay. The door opened silently, and she saw that Mal was asleep. Asleep? At a time like this?
Well, whatever. She was still being nice, so she leaned against the wall and waited for him to wake up.
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