[member="Mythos"]
When dating Mara Rockwell, there were a number of things you could count on; a great view, plenty of laughs, a great time--but not dependability or sanity. Mara had arrived a few days earlier on Commenor. She found a cheap flight on the planet and decided to take that on hand, and find whatever adventures awaited her in the by and by. She was a free spirit, a ship coasting from one gale to the other. And the gale she found on Commenor was a great one.
It didn't take the blue beauty very long to find the party scene. Every planet, no matter how dignified, had at least one rave club. Mara found Commenor's. And that was exactly where Mara was now. She had completely forgot why she came to Commenor in the first place. Her comm was likely full of request and demands as to where the hell she was. But that was ok. She hadn't charged it in days, it was as dead as could be.
As war was raged outside, she was raving inside. The lasers, lights, and blasting strobes only accentuated the massive EMD trance music that was blaring through the air. She jumped, she grinded and was grinded upon, just another body in the mass of beings that were in total unity, seeking the enlightenment from the system that is granted by pure ecstasy. She wasn't high on spice right now, the Commenori officials were pretty good about that stuff--all she had consumed all day was pure alcohol.
But now she was ready for a hit of glitterstim.
She stopped by the bar, grabbing two more New Correllia Teas for the road, before stumbling into the alley. Mara had to steady herself against the wall. The ground shook a second and third time. Mara looked up, she had to blink several times. She was convinced for a second the simulation was broken, or maybe she was having a flash back--or did the bartender spike her drinks? Commenor was under attack.
"Well damn, I don't wanna miss the chance to do more lootin'," Mara said to her self before chugging half of one of her teas. She stumbled forward into the streets. Her glittering silver crop top shone in the sun, as did her brightly colored high waisted booty shorts. Mara's eyes lighted on a pair of teenagers quickly packing all they had in a nearby speeder.
"Hey," she said waving, 'Hey, hey you! Yeah, I'm talking to you!" The drunk girl made her way towards them. "Have you ever tried 'the lootin'' before?"
The pair stopped, exchanging strange glances with each other, then looking back at her with a shake of their heads.
"Great, lemme show you how its done. All the cool kids are doing it," she reeled back, tossing one of her glasses of booze into a store front window. It shattered into a thousand pieces. "And then, we take the stuff that spawns there. Its that simple. Grindin' in this reality."
The teens heard all they needed to. They hopped into their speeder and tore away, seeking safety from the crazy woman and the city under attack. Mara shrugged. More for her, she guessed. In her search for loot to spawn, Mara was armed with her half full New Correllia tea as she stumbled through the streets. There may or may not have also been some rather drunk attempts at recreating the EMD music she heard earlier along the way.
A soldier in full armor turned the corner, his sights set on her, "Freeze!"
"You freeze!" she shouted, pointing at him, "pew, pew pew! Disregard the constabulary!"
He stopped, cocking his head to the side, "Miss Rockwell? Mara Rockwell?"
"Pew, pew pew! Gotya! Your not a very good soldier," Mara said, continuing with her finger gun attack.
"Miss Rockwell, where have you--" he stopped, he knew better than to ask, judging by her smell, "You are expected back at the command center, right away! Come with me."
"What if I say n--Hey!" Mara began as he grabbed her finger-gun hand and dragged her along to the command center Mythos had set up. She halted as her eyes caught sight of Mythos... dueling. She furrowed her lips in a scowl. How dare he look so happy and content! Especially when he forgot their three month anniversary! He didn't even ask what she wanted to celebrate the event. She was fuming. He had to pay.
"Is that a rocket launcher on your back?"
"Yes, wh--"
"Give it to me."
"Wh--"
"GIVE! NOW!"
The soldier quickly handed over his rocket launcher to appease the woman. He was convinced she had no idea how to use the weapon anyway, and beyond that, she was too drunk to be dangerous. Boy was he ever so wrong. It took Mara a few tries but she thumbed the safety off and hoisted the heavy weapon on her shoulder. She swayed, back and forth, barely able to stay upright as she cradled the launcher in one hand and her booze in the other. It was hard to get a bead on him, but Mara was hardly one to give up--except when it came to trying to be sober. She gave up before she even tried.
"Take this you son of a queen!" she shouted before pulling the trigger. The launch knocked Mara on her butt and sent the rocket spiraling towards Mythos in a winding spiral.