Recent content by L'Arra

Her black vulpine ears swiveled and flicked with the crude symphony that was cantina sounds. The patrons were so loud, L'Arra could barely hear the music. Not that she would care to hear it any way. Most cantinas played the same shit, over and over. Give her a good blues bar any day over...

"I haven't made too many friends since being out. Now that I am, all my old buddies that were in are gone," L'Arra said. She pulled out a box of deathsticks, and pulled one between her lips. "And the friends I've made since are all pretty much de- uh, gone too." L'Arra lit the deathstick and...

The moment Sleek plopped down, L'Arra slid over and put her arm around the fiani woman. "People look after your shop?" L'Arra asked. "That's a lot of trust. Dunno if I could get on with that. Ship's all I got." If she woke up one morning in a hotel and made her way back to the ship to find it...

L'Arra chuckled at the little droid's angry chirping. "It's alright, that's why we're facing towards non-essential systems," she said. "We can practice more later if you want. Doubt we'll be needing hand blasters all the much, anyway. Most I get on this kinda run is pirates trying to board and...

L'Arra watched Sleek shoot. They weren't bad, that was for sure. Her interactions with the little droid were cute as all hells, but this was to make sure she'd be able to hold up in a life or death situation. "Keep shootin'," L'Arra said. "I'll go grab you a holster." She made her way over to...

"Guess we did!" L'Arra agreed. Everyone in the galaxy gets shot at once in a while. Was a simple matter of when. The fact that Sleek had gotten it before didn't surprise her one bit. Sometimes it was even a little fun; when the enemy was missing like it was their job to not hit a target. Of...

L'Arra nodded. "Yup, a treat. A job like this means multiple stops, and a couple days of on ship with nothing to do," she said. "I'm sure we can find some ways to pass the time, though." A fanged grin spread across her lips. Her ears did an excited flapping motion as her tail swung side to side...

L'Arra stood up from the pilot's seat. "You got the helm, Iggy," she said. The droid didn't respond, making L'Arra wonder if it would actually be following her orders or not. It didn't drop them out of hyperspace though, so that was good. She made her way over to Sleek, giving her a fanged...

The engines of the Lightdancer whined to life as L'Arra flipped the ignition switches. The clanking of heavy droid feet approached, Iggy, the reprogrammed IG unit Sleek had fixed up sitting in the co-pilot's seat. "Alright Iggy, you're on guns and navigation," L'Arra said. The droid gave off a...

Take her on a job? The kind of jobs L'Arra usually went on were pretty dangerous. The last two alone ending up in a firefight with a practically indestructible droid, and a run in with an apex predator. Granted, that droid now worked for L'Arra, and could probably be assigned as a guardian for...

L'Arra gave a fanged grin to the BD-unit as it scampered off, then turned back to Sleek. Things would have been a whole lot different if she hadn't taken the time to shower and brush her teeth. She'd have to remember to thank some form of deity later for that. Wouldn't be fair to keep Sleek...

The sight of Sleek, as tired as she was, having confidence was a stark contrast to the previous night. Gone was the word stumbling girl that could barely get out what she wanted, and in was someone that definitely knew what they wanted. Even so, the decision to stay wouldn't come lightly...

L'Arra watched Sleek struggle a bit to get a hold of herself and what she wanted to say. Sleek probably wouldn't see it but L'Arra thought it was the cutest thing. "My buddy used to say all the time, 'why be hard on yourself when you can let someone else be hard for ya?" She said. L'Arra gave...

Sleek looked a little rough, but she was there enough mentally to be able to work. She really was a girl that enjoyed what she did. L'Arra had to respect it, and even admire the hustle. The IG unit was looking good as new, and Sleek's rattling off of the things she did instilled a confidence...

The sounds of working being were what L'Arra woke up to. Who the hell was... Oh right, she'd spent the night in her ship in Sleek's shop. Wouldn't do any good going out, smelling of booze and looking like a bag of ass. L'Arra took a quick shower and brushed her teeth, throwing on a touch of eye...