Five Steps 'Til Suicide

[Beowoof]

She could not get over it. Corellia was just gone. Why had she been unlucky enough to survive it?

There was nothing left out here for her. She wanted her home; her beats; her days on the beach when she was burned as red as a lethan twi'lek. It would never return to her. It was just memories now.

Was that all life was? A scavenging for memories? What were memories worth, though? They only existed as reminders of calamity or recollections of how much better life used to be. Life used to be a lot better. Getting philosophical just meant she had nothing else to occupy herself with.

Malin was over that.

In some bar on Fondor in the afterhours, the hopeless blonde woke up with her cheek in a puddle of liquor on the countertop, almost no one else to be seen by her blurry eyes. "You alright, lassie?" the barkeep asked. He was occupied with scrubbing glasses at the moment but had apparently been watching over her while she was out. The burly man nodded at the bottle in her grip. It was all but dry. "Want me to take that off ya?"

The jobless cop shook her head after removing her face from the counter. She could smell the alcohol all over herself as the hard whiskey trickled down her neck and soaked her shirt. Alcohol--that was all she was anymore. Just a river of adult beverages. A legal drug.

Drugs. That was one way to go out...

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

Noah sighed as he looked at the pitiful sight in front of him and to be honest, he had seen worse. Some people where meant to deal with hardship. Noah? He had lost his wife, his father abandoned him and his mother at a young age and his home planet was now firmly occupied by the Sith. Of course not in that order though. He had seen soldiers lose limbs, lives and loved ones but the people who knew always pushed on.

To be honest Malin hadn't had any other hardships in her life before the destruction of Corellia, she hadn't been hardened by combat like Noah had, hadn't seen blood and guts strewn across the field of battle and have to wade through it and in some aspects Noah was glad for that but now it only served to hinder her.

Walking over Noah roughly grabbed the bottle and poured the rest of it on her head, making sure to get her attention. Throwing the bottle over his shoulder he was rewarded with a satisfying breaking of glass. "Get up." Noah said simply, though his tone indicated he wasn't taking no as a answer.

 

[Beowoof]

She heard little but the departing nightlifers sloshing through the rain-drenched streets, just like she was sloshed out of her mind. That was how she liked it these days. She was a transient to this universe, rarely even abiding consciously now.

Alcohol was her friend. Alcohol was her life. It was nicer than thinking. Thinking just brought back memories and deep thinking--and thus a cycle. Living in circles was no life at all. Might as well get that taken care of.

Malin was about to get up and take a trip downtown to the most convenient bridge or something when a hand yanked the bottle--her friend--from her grip. The next instant, it felt like the roof had let out and the rain was spattering all over her head. Just her luck. Must be a sign to get on with that one-way trip she was so intently ppanning right now.

The anointing of her hair did shock her out of an outright stupor, even if she still was drunk as a scrapyard jawa. Looking up slowly, the ex-cop thought she could make out the outline of a somewhat familiar face. "Turn the lights down. Too bright..." she complained as she shielded her eyes with the back of her hand. The blonde wheezed before continuing in her drunken muttering. "I'm going to town today. Selling out."

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"] [member="Noah Corek"]

Jaster was on a trade run in Fondor, and the supplies he carried was for one of his favored bars on Fondor. After Jasters Exile from the Mandalorian Society and from ever seeing his homeoworld of Mandalore, he frequented this bar. The old barkeep was a kind man and helped Jaster when he was on hard times, handing jobs for him and his crew to just picking up his tab. Jaster was and is still sometimes considered one heck of a drinker, so seeing him bring in a create of bottles and other assorted drinks was commonplace.

He walked into the bar having a holo-slab with two creates close behind him, a bottle barely missed him as it was thrown over a mans shoulder. Jaster thought to himself that the place was still lively as ever, and from the size of the man, Jaster had no chance.

He continued his walk to the bartender to speak about filling the order, "Hey there boyio, got this months delivery in, special order on Mandalorian Ale, had to get the stuff from a specilist," Jaster and the barkeep smiled at one another. "How's your old man doin?

"He's alright, getting old like yourself."

Jaster grinned and placed corrilian wine on the bar table, "Keep cracking old jokes and you ain't getting the good stuff, Corrilian Wine, bought it off some Salvagers that were touring our team the old place." Jaster it had been some time since Jaster visited the planet, not since it was now a world of two chunks of rock.

Jaster looked over his shoulder to the two talking at the table, a man and a women, "What's that all about, her accent sounds familiar?" he whispered to himself.

 

[Beowoof]

She slipped out of her chair and stumbled across the floor, hair sopping wet and sticking to her face while she wavered in her drunken, swaggering movement. Her fingers felt at the holster drooping by her hip. Her gun was still there, so she had a few options on how to go out.

Malin was about to reach for the door when the bartender called out to her. "Hey, you forgot your knapsack!" Well, indeed she had. It was sitting slumped underneath the chair she had just vacated.

The blonde waved him off and began to spout out lamentations. What was left for her? Did she really care about a pack of trivial things? "Keeeeep it. You can haaaave it." She then turned about and trotted for the door, wobbling all the way. "You can have Corellia, too! It's all gone. Just take everything! Take everything from me!

"Nothing left, nothing left..." she muttered.

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

Jaster looked at the Barkeep as the women spoke with a slur, Jaster was no stranger to drunk females. On Fondor though that could spell disaster and he knew the young Bartender wouldn't enjoy having that on his thoughts. He supplied a way to get away from the sorrows and find happiness with those who felt the same pain.

Jaster looked at the bartender and said, "If I'm going to check on her, I'm taking back the Mandalorian Ale," the bartender nodded and Jaster broke a box open and retrieved a bottle. After he moved to were the other trooper [member="Noah Corek"], and picked up the girls nap sack. He then made his way for the door and nodded at the bartender.

Looking for a drunk Corrilian shouldn't be that difficult on Fondor, after all it was an Omega controlled planet. Jaster noticed quickly he was dead wrong, there seemed to be celebration or possibly depression of the large retreats of Omega Territory. There were a lot of drunken people in the street, but Jaster then noticed the blond hair of the women. He chased after her and as he caught up he placed his hand on her shoulder, "Ms. you forgot your sack, is everything ok?"

 

[Beowoof]

The blonde was making slow but steady process along the street when she was interrupted by a man. She had no idea he was one of the patrons at the cantina she had just left, but a good memory could not be expected of someone as wasted as she was right now.

Brushing her sopping wet hair out from in front of her green eyes, Malin looked down at the knapsack and then back up at the man's face. "I..." Why did someone have to be nice now? "That's not mine. Youuu can have it.

"I'm going somewhere. Far away. I'm never coming back."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

Jaster caught up to the women, she still stank of alcohol. As he peeled his hand off the stick shoulder of the drunk women Jaster instantly regretted being a nice individual. By all accounts she was an attractive individual, but the pure depression emitting from her almost mad Jaster want to cry. Well it was that or the smell of the alcohol drying on her skin and cloths, it mad Jaster question why the man at the bar dusted on her.

He looked around to see that there were a lot of people coming and goin from buildings, stores and market stands, where was she in such a hurry to?

Jaster was a career drunk, and what most people forget is people forget their belongings inside stuff. He put the nap sack up so he could take a look inside, he scrambles around the sack and found what he was looking for. Datapad, looked like that and some clothes were all she had.

"Huh, well Lt. Sprite-jegare" Jaster butchered the name, he was never good with odd names like this. "I though CorSec was dispanded after Corillia was put in two, what's a officer of the law doing this far out of Republic Territory?"

 

[Beowoof]

"Ociffer of the law?" Malin repeated--well, not quite repeated. "Therrrr isss no law. It's gone. Ev'r'thing is gone. No morrrrr Corellia."

She pulled the pistol out of her holster and held it high as if she was about to fire off a signal flare, then her arms drooped and she tossed the weapon to the side. Why was she even giving this guy the time of day? She had left her belongings behind on purpose. Did he not understand? It was time for her to leave this universe. "Jussss' go'way." the blonde moaned, attempting to shove the kind stranger out of her path. "I've gotta do sum'thing."

[member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Malin Spritejägare"]

Jaster looked at the women, she was beyond just drunk, this women was plastered and probably already blacking out. If she was a heavy drinker, then she will most likely remember some of the things that would happen. From the looks of her though, she was already out of it, Jaster should help the women out. He walked over to the thrown pistol and picked it up as another drunk looked down at him, he recovered it and placed it in the pack. When he turned around he almost lost the blond, but saw her head into the opposite direction of him, nearly missing her leave.

He ran up bumping into two pretty large Mercs from the Omega Protectorates, he apologies on the run. He grasped the women's arm and said, "Hey, why don't I help you, your a little too drunk, why don't I set you up in a hotel for the night and then you can go where you need to tomorrow?"