[member="Onru"]
As Mala had said many times before, she loved Nar Shaddaa.
But she didn't want to stay there for too long, and it was for that reason that she was quite upset to hear that her trip back to Coruscant had been delayed - Surely one horrible death wasn't enough to cancel a journey? This was Nar Shaddaa! Horrible deaths happened on a regular basis here!
But her Tantrum was pointless, and she knew it. Acting like a petulant child wasn't going to get her anywhere, and it certainly wasn't going to get her in control again.
So Mala did what she always did when things like this happened. She sat down at a bench, folded her legs, and began to meditate. Not the sort of meditation that one did within the confines of a Qabbrat, but a far more mundane form of the art which allowed her to think clearly and without emotional interruption, when necessary.
What Is the Problem that needs solving? The Answer to that question was seemingly simple; she needed to get off of Nar Shaddaa. But as with most things, the simplest answer was not the correct one. Being stuck on Nar Shaddaa for a few more days was certainly irritating, but it was survivable. No, the real problem was that she was dependent on trade vessels and transport vehicles to maneuver about the galaxy. For an Aspiring Sith Lady, this was a problem. Dark Siders were not well-liked in the galaxy, it turned out.
Shocking.
And how do I fix that? Another deceptively easy question. The most obvious answer was learn to fly a ship. That could be useful, in the future, but it wasn't at the moment. She supposed she could Hijack a ship, but that brought on so much unwanted attention. So she needed a pilot, but a willing (or close enough to willing) one.
And, of course, she needed a ship. She wasn't poor, by any means, but she could hardly afford even the cheapest hyper-space capable vehicle on the market.
She'd never stolen a space ship before.
This was going to be fun.
As Mala had said many times before, she loved Nar Shaddaa.
But she didn't want to stay there for too long, and it was for that reason that she was quite upset to hear that her trip back to Coruscant had been delayed - Surely one horrible death wasn't enough to cancel a journey? This was Nar Shaddaa! Horrible deaths happened on a regular basis here!
But her Tantrum was pointless, and she knew it. Acting like a petulant child wasn't going to get her anywhere, and it certainly wasn't going to get her in control again.
So Mala did what she always did when things like this happened. She sat down at a bench, folded her legs, and began to meditate. Not the sort of meditation that one did within the confines of a Qabbrat, but a far more mundane form of the art which allowed her to think clearly and without emotional interruption, when necessary.
What Is the Problem that needs solving? The Answer to that question was seemingly simple; she needed to get off of Nar Shaddaa. But as with most things, the simplest answer was not the correct one. Being stuck on Nar Shaddaa for a few more days was certainly irritating, but it was survivable. No, the real problem was that she was dependent on trade vessels and transport vehicles to maneuver about the galaxy. For an Aspiring Sith Lady, this was a problem. Dark Siders were not well-liked in the galaxy, it turned out.
Shocking.
And how do I fix that? Another deceptively easy question. The most obvious answer was learn to fly a ship. That could be useful, in the future, but it wasn't at the moment. She supposed she could Hijack a ship, but that brought on so much unwanted attention. So she needed a pilot, but a willing (or close enough to willing) one.
And, of course, she needed a ship. She wasn't poor, by any means, but she could hardly afford even the cheapest hyper-space capable vehicle on the market.
She'd never stolen a space ship before.
This was going to be fun.