The Shindig Job [The Kathol Outback and friends]

[Lok Xiangu]

If there was one word that accurately described what was going on, it'd be Chaos; or disorder; or anarchy.

People started brawling, some were in the closets and making out, and others screwed around with the terminals of this ball. And all Lok wanted to do was smoke this spice and flirt with Allyson. Can this not get anymore crazy? The last thing that was needed were guns blazing, or some women fighting each other. Take a pick.

After a few minutes of the power outage, the lights came on and people started to calm down and went back to their business. It was uncommon, but these men and women understood that sometimes one was provoked and started a brawl, or the power terminals would act weird and cause a black out for three to five minutes. No doubt these things could be forgiven and move on from these minor incidents. As for Lok, a young and pretty woman approached him which seemed to the the girl that Allyson was with. Maybe that smuggler told her to hit on the Mandalorian or simply flirt with him.

And by the sound of that fake interest which seemed genuine, the Munin bought it.

"Maybe I was in one of your dreams or something," the Initiate said with a wink. "That's a nice name, Coral. I'm Shane Nixon. Did my looks brought you this way?

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Kaili Talith"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Lok Munin"]

Hey look at that. There went the Rogue Squadron pilot who'd left bikini pics all over Alec's terminal. Her work terminal, at the MandoBurger facility on Nickel One. That had taken some explaining. In fairness, of course, Alec had just made certain threats involving a sundress and a wristblade. Suffice it to say, Alec was most pleased to see her grandfather's former first mate. Less pleased, though, to see Locke's significant other. Not that Kaili Talith wasn't pleasant and intelligent and attractive and so forth, but Alec had an active interest in securing Locke's exclusive attention.

And, of course, in hunting Qektoth. Priorities.

The new Aliit'buir of Clan Rekali adjusted her corsets and floofy skirt. Beneath amply puffed sleeves, she wore a pair of concealed wristblades. They'd have to do, though many Qektoth agents packed heavier heat. Fortunately, Alec had concealed a Qektoth detector in her skirt's bustle.

She approached, glass of indefinable local beverage in hand. That Munin kid appeared to be hitting on one or both of them. Also not ideal.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

I'M ALIVE!!!! BB though as the wrath of the fair night sister failed to fall upon him. Seriously, had that just happened? Not only has he locked lips with [member="Tilzi"] but she gave him a "MAYBE"! Oh it was a good day to be young and nieve, but there was also little time to bask in the afterglow. There was still man's work left to do and with Tilzi off to find the vertically challenged Jedi master that was [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] BB was left to clean up the mess.

Turning his attention to the four roughed up agents he began searching them one by one, taking anything of value. Coins, rings, strange devices, and identification BB left nothing he was not able to discretely secure in his trouser pants and coat. BB also found the carbines that they have been using were very well crafted for concealment. A simple twist of a knob and the back stock folded back over the weapon making it only slightly larger than a pistol. Using a bit of twine left over from binding the agents he tied it to his leg and let his trouser pants fall over it. Not one for lethal weapons BB hoped should he have to use it that he might find the stun setting, if it had one...

Covering the guards back up BB turned his attention to the server that still lay passed out by the door. No alarms or whistles went off when BB scanned him and so this guy must be as he seemed, just a working joe. Hoping to cover their tracks sat the guy up and began lightly slapping him in the face.

"Huh, ah what happened?" the man said as he sleepily regained consciousness.

"Not sure but one of the other servers found you passed out and sent for a doctor, how do you feel?" BB asked.

"Strange, and sleepy." He replied.

"Well sounds like exhaustion to me, let's get you out of here and aback home, you need some rest,my friend."

 

[Runi Verin]

[member="Cerita Sarova"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"]​

“Just remember you’re the only one here even remotely qualified to stitch yourself up after the fact. ”

It fell to her to take the one on left, then.

Her pace was decidedly languid in comparison to the good doctor’s bull rush of a charge, pragmatically allowing him to draw the attention of the second goon as he crashed into the first. As the man turned, his back presenting itself magnificently to the salvager, a myriad of options sprung to mind on how to take him down. Moves that could and most assuredly would incapacitate, eliminate or otherwise ruin someone’s evening. Elegant Echani techniques, brutal K’tara holds, even one or two Stava strikes...

In times of such indecision people have a tendency to revert to what they knew best. For Runi Verin, that meant the streets of Kol Atorn. For goon number two, that meant an eye watering crunch of things-that-really-shouldn’t-go-crunch as her foot shot between his legs from behind and caught him solidly in the netherworld regions. Adding Force behind the kick was, in retrospect, a touch over kill, but then they had made her wear a dress.

It wasn’t pretty. It certainly wasn’t savoury. It did, however, get the job done in a quick and efficient fashion. The fact she would have even more reason to burn these force-forsaken shoes later was just further syrup on the uj cake.

“I really hope they ain’t friends of yours, Sarova.” She remarked dryly as her goon dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, pain contorting his features so tightly that he could barely let out a sound above a high pitched whimper. She cast the green skinned woman a glance, one that made her statement seem a little less rhetorical, before swiftly turning her attention towards where she had last seen Matthew. Snapple-cracking the Qektoth agent had done wonders to dispel the foul mood that had been on the verge of brewing, so the last thing she needed as the guy accidentally throwing himself off the balcony. Last thing he needed, too. She’d seen the size of the thorns on the rose bushes below. “You good over there, pateesa? Copaani gaan?”

 

[Tarok Vassket]

[member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Alec Rekali"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

Maybe was as good as Bantam was going to get for now. Tilzi was quite a passionate creature, but right now her emotions had firmly settled in a well of anger. Didn't mean they would turn later of she made his mind up. He was a bit on the skinny side. Young too. Having to provide direction was so boring. She returned to the ball room, with no sight of where Sor-Jan had gone.

The man she'd been approaching when the Qektoth had clearly laid their ambush was nowhere in sight. Tilzi hadn't even known that was Dassit Fawk, the son of the Minister for Defence and a Qektoth target for contacting tonight.

But she did spy Alec Rekali, the one who had invited them all to this mission. At least someone had come dressed appropriately for the local custom. Her own dress still had maroon spattered down the front from wine, but she cut across the room heedless of it.

She hung off the mandalorian's elbow, speaking in low tones. "They have people in the staff, they know we're here and have scanners," she murmured softly. "Tried to remove me. Bryce is being a good boy and dealing with three of them, but they'll be missed soon."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Matthew Robinson"]

The light went out and Sarova moved. It was quick, fast and done within the two seconds, before the lights went on again - her nails flashing and cutting a thin line on Goon Right, with her blood entering his bloodstream. She was about to continue her motion, but it was then that someone crashed himself into that same Goon.

Lights went on and Sarova blinked.

The sheer momentum and force of Robinson send Goon Right right over the edge, into those same thorns, and Goon Left was… ow.

Ow. ow. Ow. OW.

She had enough anatomical background to know that that didn’t look good at all, like… at all.

"Not especially, no. Friends of our mutual acquaintance though." The green lady gingerly crouched down next to the crumbled form of the remaining goon, pondering what to do with him, whilst Runi was asking after… oh, right.

Sarova looked past her shoulder and noticed the lad.

"Didn’t know you had a boyfriend now, Firefly." She shrugged before pushing the groaning man over on his back to get a good look at his face. "Coulda done worse, I suppose."

Her nail sliced a shallow cut on the goon’s face.

Who was pretty much catatonic to pain by this point in time and continued to sob to himself softly.

 

[Aerin Kath]

Waiting in a spaceport felt just great, better than in a dusty greasy swoop garage, and tinkering with ships felt even better than tinkering with droids, though Aerin would never tell Dumpster, his little droid buddy.
"Dumpster, you think those guys are doing okay at the party?" Aerin had been left behind to watch the ships of a few of the KO being the extremely new guy that he is, just joining some three days prior to this op.
The little blue and grey DUM-series droid beeps and squeaks at the young man in binary.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... not my bit of the mission, I know" the young man starts to tinker with a few bits he had 'found' in a swoop garage he'd been hiding out in just a few days ago.
"Just wish I had more people to talk to" the young man paces a bit while tinkering. Aerin's Com is on a table nearby, having not gone off for the longest time.
Dumpster is simply following his master and holding tools when he was given them over. As the two come to the table again Aerin sits on the equivalent to a folding chair and sighs, thoroughly bored with his post.
Dumpster picks himself up off the ground and sits on the table facing his master, he beeps and squeaks again in binary, the equivalent to him giving a pep-talk to his master.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

As the personal ship of a Corellian businessman (businessboy?) and Jedi Master, the Alderaan Queen carried its own security team.

Highly trained by the Jedi and Tactical Masters of Warfare who had directed the development of the Grand Army of the Republic, the Clone Trooper was a ready and efficient soldier. A vicious and deadly killing machine when provoked. And a capable turret gunner when the excrement hit the air recycling unit.

Plus, he worked for grilled cheese sandwiches.

He'd spent most of the evening inside of the YT light freigher, so the young Mandalorian hadn't realized that there was anyone else babysitting the garage like he was. He'd played some HoloStation games with BB-4, then gotten up to make something to eat. He'd originally planned to wait and eat dinner with SJ when the former Jedi General returned from the party, but it was getting late and Three was getting hungry.

Deciding to do a perimeter check of the docking bay, the young clone opened the airlock and hit the release on the loading ramp. With a loud clank, the magnetic locking bolts retracted, the hiss of pressurized hydraulics announcing the opening of the proverbial door on the light freighter. As the ramp hit the deck with a mechanical thud, a small youngling could be seen wandering from out of the ship's interior.

The copper-skinned youngling was holding what looked like a toasted sandwich, munching away as he turned his head to inspect the landing struts for any indications of tampering. He wore a blue-on-blue tunic that had some military looking markings on it, particularly the patch on the left arm, which bore the Aurebesh writing and insignia of the 432nd Legion. An old DC-15 blaster carbine was slung across the boy's back, and the block-y shape of a DC-17 hand blaster stuck out from the side of the boy's thigh where it was holstered. A blue accented BB unit came rolling down the ramp after the boy, a low series of whistles calling after him.

"You gotta stay an' guard the ship," the child said, pausing at the end of the ramp to turn and look back to scold the small droid.

The sound of droidspeak echoing through the interior of the docking bay caught the child's attention. Turning his head, the youngling peered back from over his shoulder toward the direction from which the chirping had seemed to resonate. Keeping on hand on his sandwich, the boy shifted his right palm down so that it was resting against the butt of the DC-17 as he started to turn and make his way toward the sound.

[member="Aerin The Lost"]​

 

[Aerin Kath]

Smiling at Dumpster's attempt to cheer him up, Aerin keeps tinkering, ignoring the meaning of the droid's words.
Hearing the 'hiss' of one of the ship's ramps coming down, the young man puts the object of his tinkering on the table in front of him while calmly resting a hand on the shiv he has on his hip.

"Sure hope this'll be someone worth talking to, and not some blasted protocol droid, or a thief..." Dumpster looks almost quizzically at his master and beeps. " yes, I do know that a shiv won't do much" the droid beeps again "No, I didn't take anything 'important' off any of the ships" the young man gets up and starts to point accusingly at the little droid "shoulda told you to check on all the ships to see if anyone else was here!" the little droid points back at him and squeaks argumentatively "Oh really? you reminded me? since when is telling me 'hey, let's check out that ship' mean 'see if someone is on there'..." hands on his hips the Gear-Head looks over to the YT-freighter waiting for some droid or big nasty wookiee to come out and scold him, and not expecting to see the youngling walk off of the ramp, even more so one so well armed.

" Hi there, you aren't a thief, are ya?" fully expecting to be blown away by the youngling.

[member="3X744"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The boy was a little skeptical as he approached.

The stranger didn't look particularly threatening, and the droid looked like an old maintenance model. At the man's bright greeting, the boy's hand moved away from the butt of the hand blaster.

Then, he asked if the boy was a thief.

Now, Three was a lot of things. Mandalorian? Absolutely. A Clone Trooper? Veritably. But a thief? The very idea was an insult to his honor on levels that were both personal and professional. So, the boy's hand slid back to the butt of the hand blaster even as his own smile at the greeting melted into a scowl.

He didn't even cheat at HoloStation! And took great exception when certain Jedi Masters did.

"I'm 3X744 of the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic," the boy stated flatly. Which meant, he was not a thief.

Now, being that they were more than eight hundred years removed from the Clone Wars, it was unlikely that the stranger knew what, in the slightest, that the boy was talking about. Except that the Republic and the Silver Sanctum Coalition both had clone armies. And the Republic Clone Army of the modern age didn't have the best reputation at the moment. Particularly around the Roche Asteroids.

"Who are you?" the boy inquired, resisting the urge to ask if he was a thief as well.

[member="Aerin The Lost"]​

 

[Aerin Kath]

"Um... I'm Aerin The Lost, this here is Dumpster." he gestures at the diminutive droid then pauses to think for a second placing a hand to his chin, meanwhile Dumpster slides off the table to inspect the boy a bit closer.
"You're probably not... a thief...considering you're a clone and young... and the fact you've got blasters coming out of your ears..." as the DUM series droid approaches the boy it beeps at the youngling to 'be calm and lay off the blaster, just gonna talk is all chief'
"So i uh... assume you're with the uh... owner of the fair lady there" He gestures at the freighter, trying to be as friendly as possible. "i'm actually with TKO... I guess... me and Dumpster are mechanics and fething new guys at that"

Dumpster is about a meter from the youngling when he stops and gestures at the table behind him and at his master "would you like to sit and talk?" Aerin props open a new chair across from himself at the table then sits, finding a pocket where he keeps a packet of nutrish or two and pulling one out.

[member="3X744"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"What kinda name is Aerin the Lost?"

Yes, he'd just blurted that out aloud. Like most younglings, Three didn't have much, if anything, by way of a filter. But, seriously, the whole naming convention of peoples was really confusing. There were first names, and last names, and then middle names. Sometimes multiple names. Generational numbers.

...and now they were tagging on adjectives?

Well, if that were the case, he was Three the Confused. Nice to meet you, Aerin the Lost.

The droid got a look, beeping away about laying off blasters. Three hadn't decided yet if they were talking people or shooting people. "What's a lady fair?" the youngling asked next, looking up with another perplexed expression on his face as the metaphor sailed straight over his head. "I'm with the Alderaan Queen."

The Millennium Falcon, it wasn't. The ship had broken down twelve times on the Kessel Run. If it had a reputation at all, it was for the little maneuver at the Battle of Skye between the Resistance and the First Order. Except, that was more like being famous for what had essentially been a controlled crash.

Finally taking his hand off the blaster, the boy decided that these were people you talking to -- as opposed to people you shot -- and took the seat offered him at the makeshift table. "What ship are you with?" the boy asked curiously.

The Outback had any number of ships that would be represented at the Shindig. There's was [member="Bryce Bantam"]'s Shining Star, [member="Alec Rekali"]'s Garden of Unending Delights... which, actually sounded more like a Chinese restaurant than a ship.

[member="Aerin The Lost"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

He felt a great disturbance in the Force.

It was as if somewhere, nearby, a freeloading Fett clone was loafing about his ship, playing his HoloStation, and eating up all the food in his autochef.

...so, in other words, this was Taungsday. Or any other day of the week for that matter.

The small Anzat had ducked behind the bar in one of the anterooms. Even when the lights had flickered and gone out, the boy hadn't stopped running since he'd walked in on... something he could only describe as seeing a train wreck in slow motion. To help take the edge off, the boy had tried something from out of the bottles there stocking the bar, which is when he discovered the true tragedy of all of this.

Never mind the Qektoth conspiracy.

Never mind the spies, secret agents, and who knew what else running around.

Someone had emptied out a bottle of Corellian whisky and then re-filled it with a cheap, watered down alcohol that was anything but. Also, he was pretty sure that what they were peddling as Lorridian vodka was actually Ithorian piss.

Yes, piss. As in the bodily waste excreted through the urinary tract.

No, don't ask how he knew what Ithorian piss tasted like. For one, it was a long story and, two, it was the last time he'd done any archaeological surveys on Ithor.

So, whilst waiting for his heart beat to come down...

No, wait, Anzat. So, he actually didn't have a heartbeat. But he FELT as if, if he had a heart, it would be beating like crazy right now. But anyway, as he waited for his proverbial heartbeat to come down, the boy had stood up on his knees behind the bar and started shuffling through the bottles there to see what he could make that would help calm his nerves. And the answer was, whoever had stocked this bar would get the death penalty if this was Corellia.

In the end, he settled for mixing up a Shirley Temple with some sour mix, what he hoped was ginger ale, and the obligatory cherry. Then he just sat back and hoped it wouldn't be the last thing he drank before a Nightsister killed him.

...presumably after she finished hacking Bryce's body into quarters. Or eating his head. Or whatever Nightsisters did with their prey.

Shuddering at the thought, the small boy stuck his head over the bar top and peered out into the crowd.

This was soooo not what he'd bargained for.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Tilzi"]​

 

[Aerin Kath]

Aerin laughs nervously and taps a foot "Well my name is just... well it's my name, you can just call me Aerin I guess, as for the ship I'm actually not sure, I got recruited and then dumped here... aaaaand then I forgot the ship that brought me here, I really need to keep track of things better... and ask if anyone bye chance needs a hand keeping junk heaps together"
The man chuckles and starts to tinker while chatting with the youngling " Sorry about the thief thing by the by, I just... well..." he turns a nob on his tinkering and it suddenly starts to beep like a car alarm
Dumpster looks at Aerin and squeaks something about ' bloody buzz-droids' or the like while he attempts to help his master disable the object.
Aerin is wincing until he finally manages to turn the alarm off "sorry, this bit keeps on doing that when I try to make it work... trying to rebuild an old buzz-droid from the ground up to help me scrap stuff"
the blue and grey droid essentially sighs at this and shurgs

Aerin then put's down the droid component and starts to open his nutrish packet while looking the youngling up and down "so uh...you like 9 cycles or something?"

[member="3X744"]​

 

[Allyson Locke]

The power outage flickered and then returned to normal, Allyson remained somewhat unfazed as she followed Kaili towards the boy she wanted to get to know. Twitching her nose, Allyson quickly figured out who the boy was beyond his made up name. Sighing softly, she decided to not tell Kaili and kept the act up for the both of them. It was best they act as if they didn’t know each other. Deciding to just listen and watch Kaili do her spy work, she felt a presence creep up near her. Though the words creep and [member="Alec Rekali"] weren’t usually in the same sentence. Alec walked with a confidence many would envy at times, of course Allyson enjoyed poking holes through that confidence - but that was usually hard to do.

Giving both Kaili and [member="Lok Munin"] a smirk, she turned attention to the new arrival, “And what do we have here?” Her attention was turned towards Alec as she took a sip from her soda then realized she had finished it and just sat there chewing on the straw for the most part. Allyson knew why Alec had wandered over, the terminal at the Mandoburger had been hacked to bits with consistent photos of Allyson in several of her favorite bits of swimwear, some with more bits and others with less. It was a good training application of her mechu-deru.

Looking towards [member="Kaili Talith"], Allyson smiled. “Coral here, has always spoken about a boy in her dreams, Mr. Nixon you may be that boy.” Her eyes fluttered from Kaili and Lok and back to Alec. Shaking her glass she made it known she needed a new drink. “I’m going to refresh my beverage, Coral.” Allyson walked past ever so close to Alec and whispered, So you were able to peel yourself from your work terminal - impressive.[SIZE=13.333333333333332px] [/SIZE]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"I'm Three," the boy offered, in reply to being told he could just call Aerin... Aerin.

People liked to shorten names. Sor-Jan usually went by 'SJ' and nobody ever actually called him 3X744. Then again, people were always calling clones by nicknames rather than their designations. Among the 432nd, they'd had "Kyle," "Doc," "Eyes"... and that was just to name a few.

"I'm four-and-a-half," the youngling answered, as he watched the man tooling around the droid parts. It was always interesting watching people fix stuff. Three could field strip, clean, and maintain blasters but he didn't know much about mechanical engineering. He did like to watch whenever SJ was working on the Queen however. Curious, because people always seemed to be crazy old compared to clones, the child asked, "How many cycles old are you?"

[member="Aerin The Lost"]​

 

[Aerin Kath]

"hm, well I'm 19... surprised you actually have acceleration to your growth..." the young man idly tinkers with more parts from his pocket after downing the nutritional powder in one gulp. "and Dumpster is hundreds of cycles i'd guess..." the young man sighs as he looks at the parts he had on the table and then to the parts in his hand. Dumpster bleeps 'I'm not programmed to remember my cycles chief'

Aerin takes out a number of tools from his sleeves and pockets " I've never met a clone before Three. glad to meet one who is actually not trying to blast holes in me." Aerin starts to put the tiny droid together again and it finds a way to turn itself on.

in binary the new droid beeps 'where saw, where shell, and where legs?' Aerin turns it off before it could start to flip out in more than one way " Little buzz need to stay off until I can find more bits for it"

[member="3X744"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"Whoa..."

Nineteen!? That was, like, super old age in clone years. Three was positive he'd never met a clone that was that old. Commander Kyle had been the oldest clone that Three had ever met, and he'd only been thirteen. "Yeah, I'm... I'm a Clone Trooper an'... an' we're 'sposed to be, like, full grown when we're ten," the boy answered. What would nineteen even be in clone years? That'd be like... ancient!

As the youngling watched, the man assembled a small droid, which switched on for a little bit and began beeping. "What's it 'sposed to do?" the boy asked, a little amazed at how it all came together like a jig-saw puzzle.

[member="Aerin The Lost"]​

 

[Aerin Kath]

"this type of droid was supposed to be able to take apart ships in great numbers, they were from the clonewars or something, I'm just going to use this one to help me find parts." Aerin glances at his Com unit for a second then back at the droid components while adding the single buzz droid leg that he had in his possession to the little insect-like droid.

"You think the others'll be fine? I mean, they're probably really experienced or something... but still" Dumpster slides off the table and goes to look for spare parts for Aerin to tinker with while the young man voices his question to the youngling. the active droid squeaks about 'worrywarts' or something as he wanders off.

[member="3X744"]​

 

[Kaili Talith]

Yep, power outages and lights flickering back. Kaili was introduced to ‘Shane Nixon’ in a manner that wiped any potential grin from her face. He was one of those people, the kind that made themselves think corny was the way to go and be. Of course, the idea of it not being as such was a bit hypocritical considering who Kaili was, she herself wasn’t exactly a stranger to the concept of being corny, but there was a difference when she did it to Allyson and when a complete stranger did it to Kaili. Or so she told herself. A skeptic eyebrow was raised for the roof at the shameless attempt at yet another flirt.

Was it the kid’s looks?

“You could say that.” Kaili took a bored sip from her drink and looked over at Allyson before looking at an encroaching stranger and then back at Shane. “Got that… Kid… Look about you.” Her attempts at subtle flirting was horrible. Allyson tried to help her, but that didn’t work. “Yeah, sure, dreams.”

Allyson went off with the stranger citing a lack of drink. Kaili watched them. She phased out Lok and kept her stare firmly at the back of the stranger’s head as if painting herself a great big target. No, this wouldn’t stand. The detection device was withdrawn from Kaili’s pocket, she didn’t care anymore about whatever the kid was saying. With a firm placement against his cheek she noticed it didn’t cry out in alarm. He wasn’t the guy.

“Not my guy.” She said in a low growl and lowered the device by her waist before she set off in a walk through the crowds. Lok was left without further explanation as to why Kaili did what she did because at this point the only thought running through the Talith kid’s mind went along the style of ‘Screw the mission,’ jealousy ran rampant and her temper was already flaring up.

She hated herself whenever she got this way. A deep breath filled her lungs. She shut her fist tight and released it again. Allyson deserved better than that. She deserved better than some crazed kid chasing behind her with a shotgun looking to scare away those who tried anything. With yet another sigh she turned back towards Shane and approached him again.

“Sorry, that was rude.” She said in a half-hearted apology. “My girlfriend just walked off with a stranger I’ve never seen before, and I am going to follow them. My name is not Coral, by the way, it’s Kaili. Have a nice day.”

She left the kid again and set off towards the bar making a small motion for him to follow if he so dared, or wanted. Once at the bar she handed her empty bottle over, asked for a new one and observed the Rekali and the Locke from afar while making her presence felt at the very distant end of it.

It was hard for the girl not to. She was the only one looking like she wasn’t part of the backdrop of a cheap horror flick.

Allyson might have deserved better, but that didn’t mean Kaili was able to provide.

[member="Allyson Locke"] // [member="Alec Rekali"] // [member="Lok Munin"]