Ariane

"Then don't be the bad guy anymore," she said eventually. She wasn't sure what to do, whether to reach out to him or to just stand there and listen. He wanted her to listen, but she didn't consider herself much better. She'd joined the Alliance just to get back at the Empire. She just let him hold her hand instead. She wasn't sure where she wanted to go, what she wanted to do with herself. What did he want? What did he need? Someone to forgive him for his sins? Someone to be his opposite? She hoped it was just someone to hear. She wasn't confident she could do much else. "You just do what you have to do. Sometimes you have to kill. Sometimes people have to die for the greater good. I'm sorry. I'm not that good at this..." She touched his hand. "But you can talk to me if that's what you want."

An area of silence. He took away the clutter. Ariane relaxed, and then went tense once again, now that she was left to her own defense, to her own perception. As if something tiny had been taken away when he came close to her. Maybe it had never been there to begin with. "And you consider your past sins more important than your name? Does what you've done really define you?" She smiled wryly. "Then when are you going to destroy me, Decayed, Silencer, Wrathful, Soulless Black?" One hand flit out. A loose gesture, slightly flippiant, to match her freeflying hair and innocent, tiny cloned body. Too tiny, too small--too innocent. He'd fought her once, though, and he'd seen her win. She'd taken him down with guns and gernades and environment. There had to be something behind her, besides a light-hearted woman. Still that smile. Vague, there but yet not. "I had my family killed by the Empire, Black. My husband, my children, my daughters--my home. Because people insist on drowning a world in blood. Perhaps I'm your opposite. Or perhaps not. I fight because I have to. I fight because I can. I have a soul and unless it is taken from me, I will remain good, if what you define good is justice. You're facinating, really." She offered him her hand. "Were you going to drop me somewhere?"

She tapped the new weapon. Just another gun. He was still trusting her with a weapon, that was interesting, to say the least. She stood up, straightened her shirt slightly and left the gun there. "Are you sure it wasn't just an excuse to see me naked?" she asked offhandedly. "I don't know how long you had me sitting in a cloning tube. Obviously just long enough to make me a damn teenager again. I went through this once, that was bad enough... ah, never mind." Ariane grinned. "Don't leave yet. Your gun can wait. We never had proper introductions. Ariane Kyrie."

Quiet. Back in space. Back here. Back where it was quiet. Of course, she was in the same ship as someone she'd beaten up, arrested - and then promptly gotten blown up along side in enemy space. I need to get back to the Alliance... "They fit all right." Ariane glanced at the walls. He didn't appear to be armed - but he'd carried concealed weapons before, too. At least she had something on hand... Damn small talk. "Thanks for cloning me?"

"Fair enough," Ariane considered, leaning back and closing her eyes in thought. "I fight for the Alliance..." ...Because they died. Because everyone you knew died. And even if Tiana died for the Jedi, it's still their fault but it was the Empire that killed her... "...Because the Empire killed my family," she said at long last, staring at Ki. "Because Coruscant was a warground. And they killed my husband and they killed my daughters and..." She grinned cockily. "I'm a bit older than I look... you could say I fight for the Republic because I can..." Everything went dark. The only light was the dim glow of Ki's ciggarette. Something brought about a headache... ...Something screams... Ariane's eyes narrowed. Somewhere, there was a lot of pain... It wasn't that long until her comm buzzed. "Get to the planet's surface, we stand a better chance there than up here. We have to go where we can survive while we still can, staying up here is suicide. If you want to live get to the ground." It hit. "We've been invaded!" She quickly unlocked his cell, grabbing him by the arm and hauling him up. "This interrogation will have to wait. Right now, we've got orders... your ship's closest..." They fled down the halls to Ki's ship, passing no one, seeing nothing. But outside there were a lot more ships and all of the other ships were dark too. The only lights came from the planet and small ships and pods... They took off from the Hand of Justice... ((I rather thought you might like to live. Get us down to Mechis...))

"Still looking for a date, even on that side of the door?" Ariane smirked a bit. "Sorry I took your smokes. But hey, I took you down with a fire extinquisher. Who knows what you could do with them?" It was a joke, but who knows, maybe he had some sort of lock pick concealed inside one of his cigarettes, never know. He seemed like the type. "But you are working for someone and you did come here for a reason, regardless of what you originally told me. How about we have a nice talk, you reveal all, the sooner you can get out and get drunk and smoke, and maybe the sooner we can go out for dinner. Maybe after we're all done slaughtering each other, how's that? But hey. You've got things to do, I've got things to do." And I'm not even the one in charge here. Needa get orders from higher up... Eventually. I miss socialization. "So, how about it?" She was kinda glad she hadn't killed him. Rogues provided more interesting conversation than lawful goods.

"Commander Kyrie, your prisoner wants to see you." Damn, I guess I didn't kick him hard enough. Ariane had finished patching up her small wounds and had been planning to see the Admiral about further orders as to this situation--her prisoner had killed an Alliance soldier, after all. She headed down with her NPC to the blocks and leaned against the wall, examining her roughed up prisoner with critical black eyes. "Heya, Ki. Looks like our date plans got a bit sped up," she remarked unprofessionally. "But think of this as spending the night with me, hey? Officially, you're the prisoner of the Alliance until someone higher than me says otherwise. Shall we talk?"

When there was no gunfire, Ariane finally managed to work her knife out and slash at the grapple still wrapped around her arm. Her fingers had lost most sense of feeling and she was beginning to feel a bit dizzy. Awkwardly, she pulled her foot out of her boot and kicked the other one off to even it out, she strode over to where Ki had been. He was on the floor, still breathing, although slowly. Being hit with freezing cold chemicals could do that to a person. Ariane pulled him out of the foam, pulling his trenchcoat off to make it easier for him to breathe and depositing it on the ground. If he had been conscious, she was sure he would've enjoyed being felt up for a weapons search. This time she wasn't going to get attacked by a weapon she hadn't seen. All of his blasters, gernades, knives, and other assorted weapons went onto the ground. Kicking him in the head just to make sure he'd stay out for a while, Ariane handcuffed him and dragged him closer to the door, through the shrapnel. He'd probably live. Not necessarily nicely, because obviously he had some motive besides just landing on their ship. One of her companions was alive. He'd need medical attention for his arm and bloodloss, but... Ariane dragged in a couple other soldiers passing by. One of her men needed immediate medical attention, one of them needed a letter to his family, and her prisoner needed to be locked up in a high security cell and interrogated for a few hours. Ariane made certain that Ki was given a cursory look-see to make sure he wouldn't die before he regained consciousness and was secured in a secure cell for interrogation. She'd also have to let the Admiral know about this... But Ariane was more immediately worried about making sure she wasn't too badly wounded from the firefight and had a few bandaids first. There was still a war going on out there, and just because one no-gooder was out of it, didn't mean everyone else was. She still had to be prepared to fight, even more than she had been before.

Didn't try hurting him... Ariane breathed slowly from behind her crates. She heard him scream as if he had been hit, a horrible sound. She had already seen her escorts go down, both horribly wounded. And even though this man had been the one to wound them, it almost bothered her to think: she was as bad as him. Didn't mean to hurt him. It shouldn't bother me. It shouldn't really bother me at all. He's a horrible flirt and he shot first... But life meant more to her than he could have ever realized. She'd lost her entire family to the Empire. If he was part of the Empire, he... Does anyone deserve to die? NOT the time to be questioning your morals! It felt like hours passed. Perhaps she had killed him. It seemed so... ignominious. She risked peering out of her cover, edging to the left, closer to the gas tanks to get a better view of where he was. If he was down, the explosive tanks offered no threat to her any longer. If he was up, he'd expect her to resurface from her right... farther from the danger. Don't ever do what the enemy expects. She worked her way closer... carefully closer... Through the smoke... There was a small clunk as a familiar sized round object landed near a crate to her right, fairly close to the door. It would take out the one soldier, as well as force her to flee to her left, his right. He-- Was alive, and knew exactly that you'd be forced that way... Fortunately, she was already heading that way. Bang. Fragments and bits of fire, bits of smoke hurled themselves across the immediate area. Ariane hurled herself past the tanks, rolling hard and shoving her blaster forward so her hands were free. It slid across the floor. She slid across the flor as there was another little click, another gernade hurled too close for comfort. Now her only protection was explosive, she prayed dearly to the Force or whatever other diety was out there that this was not a plasma or a frag or any other sort of really, really explosive gernade... "Please don't do this." Through the smoke, his words. ...There's already enough flame... ...Wood... Ariane gave up her cover. She dashed towards the tanks and shoved one. It rolled, the shrapnel that had slammed into it breaking a few small holes into it. Gasoline drizzeled onto the floor as it rolled in Ki's direction, lodging against a crate. She drew her last gernade from her utility belt, this one more powerful than the rest. This one was fire. She couldn't throw far enough to hit him, but... Click. Blue glop splattered around in a ten metre radius, whirled from the bomb like a sprinkler. Adhesive foam. It would harden as soon as it made contact with her legs--but it wouldn't light things on fire and it wouldn't make things explode. Ariane threw her gernade. It caught a splatter of the adhesive glop, slammed into a wooden crate a couple metres from Ki, and close to the tank. It stuck. Click. He took off his sunglasses. Intense green eyes hidden in the smoke... Click. A grapple spun out towards her. Ariane twisted, threw herself down as best she could with one foot lodged solidly into the glop, the other foot hostage enough with one boot caught in a layer of glop. It caught around one arm. Circulation faded. She tried to draw her knife to cut herself free... Click. BANG! Fire splattered around the already smoking area. The air shuddered in the sudden extreme heat. Ariane was caught in the backlash. Ki was caught in the backlash. She stumbled, unable to fall with one foot firmly lodged into position, and one arm entangled in the grappling rope. Crates burst into flame, and where there were metal and durecrete crates, ropes lit on fire. It caught the leaked gas, and a powerful, but quickly contained explosion lit the area. Fire supressant foam shot from the automatic system, covering the undestroyed crates, covering the tank, covering the fiery remains, covering the ground, and covering Ki. Humans weren't made to come into contact with quick freezing, low temperature foam intended to suck away all the oxygen and heat sources that made fire fire. Ironically, cold burned. Cold also hardened. Ariane was splattered in places with it, but she had been futher from the fire. Ki had been right in the path--both of the fire, and of the ship's response to the fire... an artic foam, intended to extinquish fires, and, Ariane hoped, extinquish attackers... ((3, and that's it. That was crazy fun. Haven't had that much fun in a duel in ages.))

Fire supressing foam rained down to restrain the fire Ariane's explosion had started. First, she knew he'd dash away from the explosives. No one was stupid enough to stay near by anything that could cause them harm. From her left, probably moving towards the right... the commander exposed herself enough to take a few shots where he had been, and a couple more blasts of red where she expected him to run. Her companion also fired in that direction. Retaliation wouldn't be long in coming; they ducked back behind the crates and began creeping away, this time back towards the door and the stairs. One... two... ...Three. He popped up from his cover, and between crates, Ariane saw Ki run for the other side of the hanger. Little sonic booms exploded over the hanger from his modified weapons, each slug screaming and echoing in the metal room as they slamed into the crates. She counted each shot as they slammed into the crates, though if he modified it for sound--it was probably modified to have one more shot than the standard model. But they're just normal guns. They just sound worse. And they shattered the crates, pinning her too close to the wall for comfort and limiting her movement, and the wounded soldier still at her side. Ariane spared a glance to the other, still on the steps. His chest rose and fell, but barely enough to notice. Wounded. If she won this battle, she might be able to get him to med in time to save his li”” A screaming axe embedded itself into the soldier at her side, ripping his arm from his shoulder. Blood and gore splattered over the wall and the floor. It carried on its course, hitting the wall, carving into it before hitting the floor, vibrating as the chains whirred around. She swore autably, risking loss of cover as she ran the short distance to the wounded soldier. Yet another down. His eyes were closed. Unconscious. Breathing. But barely. He's got to have to reload sometime... She chanced that he was doing that now and grabbed the bloody axe, using it to carve her way out of the crate entrapment. Shrapnel, pieces of metal and wood and blood flew around her as they broke apart. ...Wanton property destruction, threat and dismemberment of Alliance officers... "Come now, kitten," he yelled over the loud whir of the chain axe. "It doesn't have to be like this. You can just get on my ship, I'll conclude my business with the admiral, and we'll be off. I'll even take you out for dinner afterward. Ever eat at La Mareaguerra? Best dianoga pie in the system. Or, if you're feeling frisky," he added suggestively, "it can turn out to be breakfast." Embedding the head of the axe into one of the crates, she hit the switch before it could rip apart. It deactivated, the handle of the axe protruding on the wall side of the crate. She hunched behind the pile of ruined crates, still not liking her position. "Ever meet a kitten?!" Ariane yelled. It'll give away your position... ...He already knows where you are, just like you know where he is. "Kitten's got claws! Sure, I'll 'take you out'. Maybe even before breakfast." She sheathed her gun, and drew a small orb from her purse. A flick activated it. Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep... Ariane hurled the gernade with surprising force towards him. Not with the intent of catching the miscreant in the explosion, but with the intent of catching the crates in the explosion. She drew the second from the set, and threw it also. One... Hell, I'd take him up on that if I wasn't married... She drew her repeating blaster in one smooth movement, the safety off, and made ready to run. Two... three! A voip of plasma exploded. He would've backed away by now if he knew what was good for him. And with the white hot explosion, the crates were splintered, sending wood and metal fragments into the air. Ariane held down the trigger of her weapon as she sprinted towards the next set of crates, a new place to hide, a new angle on the battle. Her laser shots dashed towards him, and her path was peppered by return fire. But she moved fast and was a small target to hit. It didn't make her impossible to hit. One shot shredded through the front of her shirt, exposing her stomach and leaving a long burnt streak from the hot metal. Another cut past her neck. She threw herself back into the safety of the crates, hitting the ground hard and skidding. She caught herself in the tumble, elbows and knees burning from the friction, and hunched back along the crates. The explosive ones were nearer than they had been before, crates containing fuel for ships””but Ariane stayed to the left of them, just left of the short staircase leading up to the door... his right. Ruined crates there prevented her from making a fast escape. And ruined crates prevented him from making an easy cover. She took a few more seconds than normal to catch her breath before returning fire once more.

((Yeah, it's okay. I read it. x_o I have no character sheet link, but Ariane has fairly standard weaponry. But she's hot! Lol.)) He checked her out. But Ariane didn't think his gaze was just because she was hot, and she didn't think his gaze was just to eyeball a pretty soldier who'd come to check out the landing. Comms were out. That was a fact. No, she was fairly certain he was checking her out for weapons--after all, she returned the favor. He seemed to be positively dripping with weaponry, or, at the very least, bulges that could have been weapons. She wondered how, exactly, he managed to lounge around carrying that much metal in his trench coat as he took out an axe, and some blasters, placing them on the floor. "But you really have to be in my line of work. Ever work out on the rim? Whole place is a war zone. Here, look, I'll even set them down." Does he honestly think he's no threat? No, hell, does he think I'm no threat? ...And yeah, I've been down to the rim. He was tall, not as tall as her husband, but tall enough. Black hair, dark green eyes. All black clothing, a slightly inhibiting trenchcoat... her suspicions had set in, and though he talked smoothly, Ariane wasn't going to be talked down yet. She wasn't here because she just accepted that it was all under control. "There, disarmed. Now can I stay? Name's Ki, by the way." She watched as her men relaxed. She wished she had more with her, but in the firefight, the dogfights, the chaos outside--these were the only two she had met along the way to the hanger. Star Destroyers were large. Super Star Destroyers were even larger. And this man came with charisma +5, and it looked like probably a hell of a lot more weapons, or he wouldn't have suggested she pat him down. Probable some sort of spines... "Commander Kyrie," she replied almost instinctively. The rank was now part of her name... "But since we're on such lovely terms, you can call me Ariane." He raised his hands. She almost relaxed there””almost lowered her blaster to step forward and take charge. But someone who worked on the Rim wasn't going to just surrender to the Alliance like that unless he was telling the truth, or else, buffing. At the first loud eruption of sound as two revolvers appeared in his hands, she was diving down the stairs, somehow avoiding fire and slamming into the floor. It was no normal fire. It was deafening, like cannon fire. She had barely landed before returning fire, blasts of red piercing the air where the man had stood. But he wasn't standing there any longer””like her, he was in motion, moving towards the scattered crates around the landing bay. The crates that would shield her from fire for now. Firstly. He's got some sort of modified weapon... The first of her companions joined her. Ariane cast a glance back up, and the other was down, dead or wounded””right now she couldn't tell. ...And it shoots projectile bullets. Man after my own heart! She ducked behind the crates, edging towards the left, further away from him. She slid her hand down her holster, drawing a different gun. The blaster she transfered to her right hand, the other she flicked the safety off on. Her injured companion was already returning fire, and a few weak shots had been fired by the other soldier. Assumably, they had missed. She peered around the crates, chancing a glance. He was gone. Probably behind other crates. Either you're lucky, or he really does think you're hot. That was stupid. Stupid. S-T-U-P-I-D! Ariane's mind stressed. ...Also, you can probably handcuff him for assault of an officer, you know? That's so kinky. Unless, of course, you kill him. That's way less kinky. She squeezed off a few more shots in his general direction, plotting whereabouts he had went. If he started there, and dove that way... "Cover me," she hissed to her companion, rising up far enough to shoot a couple bullets into some tanks near the crates. They would be mostly empty gas tanks, but even a small spark might be enough. The bullets ripped a hole into the tank, and she changed gun hands to fire a blaster shot into the hole she left. The tanks ripped up into flames, a small explosion shuddering the area near where she had last seen Ki. She didn't really want to fatally wound him yet. Hell, where was the fun in that? But now he knew where she was. He'd return fire, and probably worse than before. She dove to the left, rolling behind a few more crates (and carefully avoiding the ones marked to contain volatile liquids, fuel, or charges, in case he got any ideas). She began slowly edging backwards on her stomach as the automatic fire sprinklers came on, raining down on their assault. ((1))

((Yeah... hi?)) Commander Kyrie spotted the unmarked Corellian ship heading into the SSD hanger, and went to comm the troops onboard a warning, only to discover that communications were down, and, dammit all--that had to be why everything was so quiet. Military operations weren't supposed to be so much initiative as following orders, however, in the midst of a growing-heated battle, without communications now too, Ariane couldn't afford to take chances. Since she couldn't signal troops to be there to greet their visitor, she would have to be there herself. She sped to an X-Wing and out into the fray. Dodging shots and occasionally returning, Ariane headed towards the Alliance's SSD and the hanger the unidentified YT-2400 had landed in. Perhaps it was a friendly ship. Rather than landing in one of those countless hangers, she landed in a hanger one bay off from the ship, leaving the X-Wing behind and drawing her blaster. Ordering a couple of Alliance troopers to follow her as she hurried through the hall to the correct hanger bay, she burst into the bay where the Trushot had landed. Right, time to try look like you're a scary Alliance Commander... and not a small woman in a flight suit with a few guns playing Cops. "Unidentified ship, identify yourself and your intent!" she ordered, stalking into the hanger with two meat shield””ah””soldiers. A man idly lounged in the room, well armed and a cigarette in his mouth, hands in his pockets. She dropped into an offensive stance, keeping him in her blaster's sights and the weapon set to kill. "Hands where I can see them! Who are you, and what are you doing on this ship?" ((But since that's not so likely, 3/3 modded duel? Or you could just surrender and let me arrest you. ^.^))

Onboard the Star Cruiser Justice, Commander Kyrie waited for any further orders. So far, the battle was in space alone for the Alliance, she wasn't sure about the Jedi that were also involved... Everyone was armed: everyone onboard the ships were ready for things to get very, very ugly. Ariane was prepared for things to get very, very ugly. Ultimately, plans never worked out as originally intended. This should have been a quick, silent strike against a crucial location. Now it would spread out and become a battlefield between the Alliance and the Empire. Good and evil. Have to wonder, are we really better than them? If given orders, how much are you going to do for the Alliance? ...It's not for the Alliance. It's for the countless people the Empire has slaughtered. Given orders, she would not think twice. Ariane had originally joined the Alliance in a quest for vengence, but now it was in the fight for the galaxy.

It had been a long time since Ariane had done anything, and now she was on space--on route to do something. Very long time, she thought, and tried to remember what had happened. A lot. Life was a blur and now she was in a ship in the cold of space--probably heading off for, at the very least, pain, agony, and death all in the name of the Alliance. Oh, now, where did that come from? she thought sarcastically. It was true. She hadn't gone off to do anything violent in a while. Last thing she really remembered was that she had been trying to put together a squadron. That had fallen apart, and now she was just Captain Kyrie, well burrowed into the operations of the Alliance and a never ending war between good and evil, Jedi and Sith, Alliance and Empire. Every day itself could have been suicidal. No one in the employment of warfare could guarentee they'd live another day to be in space, all limbs intact. Your daughter is dead, she firmly told her distracted mind. Well, no, it wasn't so distracted as it was focused--on the fact that everything she did now risked her death. Your daughter is dead. Dead because you sent her to the Jedi. Your husband is dead. Dead because of the Empire. Strange that you should internally war against two factions. But eventually, you must take a side. If your daughter is dead, it is because she fought for good, and therefore it is the side you chose... Space was big. Very big. Big enough that here, Ariane could wonder if it was worth it to hang onto her angst. Probably not, not if she was going to do anything in the here and now. She headed off to a destination somewhere in that largeness that was space.

(this is Tiana's RP alias) I feel the need to run in and defend myself! You don't always have to agree with me. And I don't think I said "you should only use basic tags". In fact, seeing as you read my work, you should have observed I USE a variety of tags. I just prefer when not every single line of dialogue is puncutated WITH a tag. Every line a character says shuoldn't need to be explained. The context... punctation... should all work towards indicating their tones. Sometimes this won't work, and you have to be extra descriptive. I find when every single line has a fancy dialogue tag, it's harder to follow in a nice flow. When two people are arguing, for example--less tags makes it more intense. And then, sometimes it's way better to have a bunch of tags. Yes, what she wrote reminded me of Zhan's, and that is a good thing--I just don't necessarily love how Zhan does his dialogue. Glad you thought it was an interesting crit... Thank you for your support, Ethro. SHHH!!!! I don't do that... very often?

((No worries, Gren, I was just standing around anyways.)) The... meeting had gone over... peacefully? In fact, Captain Kyrie wasn't entirely certain what had transgressed, as she had spent her time guarding the ships to make certain Red Dawn didn't try anything stupid. Nonetheless, as her fellow rebel collected her, physically unharmed, she assumed that it had gone over with reasonable peace as they returned to the fleet overhead.

((Onderin wanted two of us down there, so, eh... yeah. If necessary, I can edit this post to contain IC orders and comms and blah, but that's hassle.)) Since Ariane had been the other volenteer to go down onto the surface to carry on negotiations, when Tares left it was assumed that whoever had to commed the surface to let them know they were sending someone else down as a replacement and went down to the surface in a single-man ship. Or woman, as such the case was. She brought no scanning equipment, as Gren had already done that, in the hopes of saving some hassle. And besides, it gave her something to do. So it can be assumed that she joined Gren after landing with respective orders and permissions to replace Tares Vortex as an ambassator from the Alliance. The entire situation seemed crazy, and though Ariane preferred the potential of a diplomatic solution to this, it still almost felt washed out to her that both sides seemed willing to give in without a fight. Better, but still a bit unanticipated.

((From Mon Calamari, to the Alliance base. Whee)) The Silence left Mon Cal. For the sake of speeding up a post, Ariane got to sleep on her way through hyperspace until the alarms went off. A Jedi could have exited hyperspace manually, of course, and someone extremely lazy could've had a droid exit hyperspace. She preferred a balance point, not leaving a droid to do all the work for her, but not possessing the extremely sub-human reflexes of a trained Jedi Knight. The lone shuttle exited hyperspace in a stream of flowing stars.

Of course, the existance of the Gala base hadn't yet been announced when Ariane had headed to Mon Calamari. It was still a bit of a pain to consider; jumping from planet to planet was scarcily easy on one's sanity, particularly when still not certain what one is up to. At least it would be getting her off this water planet. So Ariane headed up to her ship 'on the double', got the permissions to take off since she was too lazy to deal with NPCs today and besides is now a part of the Alliance anyway, and entered in the coordinates for Gala (presuming Aidan gave them to her). The ship took off in an uncharacteristically lacking in descriptive natured post. ((To the space thread, sorry about the bad post, I've been very uninspired to write... sorry for not replying to you before, Aidan... same reasons, I just couldn't bring myself to post anything IC.))

Ooohhh... gender preferences. She was mildly amused more than offended, however: all it had achieved was a need to prove that even though she was small and middle-aged, she could fly as well as any Tatooine-experienced boy. Somehow she had magically managed to fill out the papers in the downtime between posts. "I came here on the preference of flying," she replied to the hastily replaced Sergeant. "But as a general rule, I'm able to learn fast enough to fill in necessary gaps." There was a hint of an accent, a light edge in her voice. Not a cutting one, but something unrestrained. Less of a Core accent than she should've had, perhaps. She was quite aware that with her position as the wife of a dead Kuati business man, she wouldn't be seen as capible very fast. Size restraints and other light issues only added to the effect. They don't expect women to join the Alliance, then?

OOC: Yeah, and a few of us are just newbies at being in the Alliance, so I'm sure all will be well. (besides, with other newbies I don't feel so bad) She accepted his hand with a firm handshake, brought on by years of being used to shaking the hands of people with millitary bearings. Nonetheless, Ariane cast Sergeant Patches a slightly offended look. "I'm short, yes, but I'm probably nearly old enough to be your mother, Sergeant. Or at least your sister." She cast him a wry expression. "Yes, enlisting is my business. Paperwork away."

Fortunately, she didn't crash her ship. Exiting and starting the basic lockdown codes, she exited the ship carefully. Glancing rather up at the taller military NPCs, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes or be intimidated. She had gotten well accustomed to taller beings, after all.

The Silence flickered into existance overtop of Mon Calamari, its lone inhabitant curious as to whether she'd zap herself into a battle, or if OOC information was correct. At any rate, it appeared the Imperials had evacuated and things were more or less peaceful at the shipyard currently. As the current writer in question didn't know about Mon Cal's security, the post ended up a bit shorter as she decided to wait and see if someone would hail the ship or if she'd have to NPC herself down. Ariane stared down at the planet from her ship, expression slightly flickering. A water planet. Dammit. Ariane had had a few bad experiences with them in the past.

Silence. Ariane had no idea whose fool-ridden idea it had been to name her ship that; it was anything but silent. Not that she minded, the continual machinal hum was something the woman appreciated to fill the chaos in her mind. It led it on, driving it, but also silencing it... She had always appreciated hyperspace. Was something then up? She had left Coruscant, it felt like so long ago, a planet striken by war and torn... and now in space. Now away from wherever she had been before. Now away from... Everyone's dead. Maybe Tiana's not, but I don't know where she is. Everyone's dead. The woman bit her lip, picking a string of purple hair from her eyes. It always ended up there. It was so annoying. And she sat back down heavily into the pilot's seat, spinning it around aimlessly. Why didn't we get her her own ship? A kid doesn't need a ship! Why am I here? Why am I”” "Talking aloud to myself?" she muttered. Fingers clicked across the ship's keyboard. ETA... Yeah, yeah, whatever. She jabbed a thumb into the screen button, flipped it over, and stared aimlessly at the scrolling text. Space was boring. Being alone... ...wasn't necessarily boring, but she hated it so badly... it hurt. A trip across the galaxy. Get the Empire back. Hurt them? Suuuure.

This is my OR character, who I decided to resurrect with a bit of a shift in information to fit into this timeline. I like her too much. And, wow, I write annoying/long character sheets... EDITED FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. REEDITED TO TRY NEATEN THINGS UP AND FAILED MISERABLY: Wow, this character sheet is a mess. Sorry about that, if anyone goes to read it, it's kind of a ramble of slightly connected thoughts... You know... maybes and all that.... Real Name: Ariane Calthye-Elass. Notice a trend in my characters names? She probably goes by Ariane Kyrie, due to marriage, though. --Captain Ariane Calthye-Kyrie. Nickname: Rainy. (can't you just imagine if she was a Sith... Darth Rainy...) Age: 39/40. That's right, she's old. Ish. For an RP character. --Appears rather ageless, though she's probably about 39 to be able to have a 18 year old daughter. She'd probably be guessed to be about 25 on first glance, unless she's really tired. Species: I doubt Jedi.net allows the legalistic "not canon to Star Wars"/"Unknown" race thing, do they? Because externally she's human, but her immune system is so backwards she gets drunk off of fumes, practically, and can't take medication... so probably human with a warped immune system. Exposed to radiation as a child, or something. =P (it's too fun to RP a character who has to take 5+ pills to numb a headache and can get drunk by being in a cantina for a few hours) -EDIT: Ariane is Malchani. This is an original race. This means she looks human, except her race is naturally a bit shorter. Their immune system is very different than humans and she cannot take alcohol or medication. When a drug effects her, it REALLY effects her. I do not plan on using this to avoid the effects of gasses in RP. If a drug is obviously specifically made for humans, sure, but acknowledging that the galaxy has a lot of aliens I will certainly be letting her be affected as a human. My only real goal for putting this in was to be able to write rambly posts if she got drunk. ^^ And possibly not be so affected by poison. Height: 5'1" Weight: 120 lbs. She's got a tiny, elfin build; most of her weight is either muscle or chocolate. She weighs more than she looks. Hair: Nearly black, it's dark brown, but probably appears more purple, as she has a tendency to dye it that shade. Ariane's hair lacks sensability, acting like it has a mind of its own, and she refuses to wear it up, leaving her to generally look like a wreck. Eyes: Dark, dark brown. Sex: Yes. I mean no! I mean, FEMALE! Homeworld: She lived on Coruscant for a while... but with all the wars going on...XP --Lived on Coruscant for a while, but was born somewhere else. Alignment: Chaotic good with occasional tendecies to lawful neutral. Clothing: Dark purple or gray tunic. Tends to wear a robe, possibly light gray or brown with a hood. Doesn't like boots particularly. Does not like armor. --Gray tunic, dark pants, robe or flight suit. And slippers. She still hates boots. Weapon: Machine gun-blaster, holdout blaster, gun that shoots bullets, a few gernades (x3 plasma, x3 poison, x3 frag) here and there. She doesn't swordfight, but brings a knife with her into battle anyway. Force User (or could be, with the right training) --Latent Force-sensitive, basically just gets a headache from people using the Force at or around her most of the time, could be trained up, would rather be loyal to the Alliance. Inventory: Medkit. Wallet. Money. Credit card. Pencils. Pen. Drawing paper. Spare bullets. Datapad. Random reciepts which she never threw out. You know... all the stuff that's in a purse but you never think about. Oh yes. Purse. That could sum it all up. Ariane always has a purse. Contents unknown and potentially votatile... kidding! Posessions: Ship: The Silence. Will probably require an E-wing or X-wing in the near future. Leader of Gamma Squad. Commander in the Alliance. Random potentially useful and exploitable plotful and history-like information for my benefit: Ariane is Tiana's biological mother, married to Elachi Kyrie, who's Tiana's biological father. Not to worry, I don't plan on alias stacking; Tiana and Ariane hate each other. She also has two sons, potentially one other daughter... one of the random Coruscant wars split them up, leaving Ariane as probably-dead, and her husband with two kids. Fortunately by that time they'd gotten rid of their other daughter ( XP ) to the Jedi Order. As the other kids were NPCs, I don't know what happened to them. Ariane would like to join the Jedi Order or Republic because she sees all the bloody wars as being annoying and would like to help end them. She has a strong sense of political duty and is vaguely aware she's Force-sensitive, though hasn't bothered exploiting that yet. And she can play guitar. She is currently in the Alliance as the leader to be of Gamma Squadron and unaware of her Force-sensitivity, will probably stay that way. Pictures!: http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/angstypen/characters/Arianeafterbattleth2-1.jpg http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/angstypen/characters/FaceonArianeFINALLYfin.jpg http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/angstypen/characters/headedit.jpg