Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
Owner of Dar'manda Industries
Calruss Shiman
The one thing about having a smaller ship was that it needed to have more frequent stops for fuel. Being close to Eternal Empire space when the tank started to run on empty was risky. But Lori had kept out of the limelight for the most part. She hadn't participated in anything against anybody since she had resigned as the Face of the Eclipse Rebellion. Sure she was still a part of it, sorta, but she wasn't their pretend leader anymore. Not when the other members ridiculed her and voiced their disappointments in her to the leaders of other groups right in front of her. It was difficult to try to operate with anyone under those kinds of terms. So she was far better on her own.
Her mission? Simple. It was back to how things were at the start. If people wanted her help in escaping oppression or fighting against it, then she'd not turn them down.
But everything had gone quiet. Even the Eternal Empire's propaganda had shifted to focus on the other super powers and the interfaction politics contained therein. Neither of those were Lori's strongsuit. She was too naive and impulsive; some even say reckless. But as always she had tried her best, even if that effort led to failure. The rest of Lori's family were very impressive people that had managed to do great things, beating impossible odds and gaining huge influence in the Galaxy. And then there was Lori; the goofball blacksheep that didn't amount to much. It wasn't for a lack of trying, but moreso a lack of everything else.
Yet she knew that what she stood for was right. Imperialism was oppresive, restrictive and even cruel. She had bear witness to the slaughters of innocents, and the military might that they imposed on others for refusing their rule. The stubborness in her couldn't help but stand against that. And she was used to getting her way.
While Lori's ship was being refueled, she decided to pick up some supplies. There was food to get, fuel cells for blasters, first aid supplies, and little odds and ends for her jetpack. Given that she was travelling more, she had decided to do some tinkering with her Ol' Sparky, as well as her recently rebuilt lightsaber. The Dahgee crystel made it's point jagged like a lightening bolt, and she was considering to alter the hilt to be more curved. Or maybe to add a guard to it. Either way, she needed the supplies.
Everything appeared normal on the street as she made her way to the market. Her only hope was that it would stay that way.
The one thing about having a smaller ship was that it needed to have more frequent stops for fuel. Being close to Eternal Empire space when the tank started to run on empty was risky. But Lori had kept out of the limelight for the most part. She hadn't participated in anything against anybody since she had resigned as the Face of the Eclipse Rebellion. Sure she was still a part of it, sorta, but she wasn't their pretend leader anymore. Not when the other members ridiculed her and voiced their disappointments in her to the leaders of other groups right in front of her. It was difficult to try to operate with anyone under those kinds of terms. So she was far better on her own.
Her mission? Simple. It was back to how things were at the start. If people wanted her help in escaping oppression or fighting against it, then she'd not turn them down.
But everything had gone quiet. Even the Eternal Empire's propaganda had shifted to focus on the other super powers and the interfaction politics contained therein. Neither of those were Lori's strongsuit. She was too naive and impulsive; some even say reckless. But as always she had tried her best, even if that effort led to failure. The rest of Lori's family were very impressive people that had managed to do great things, beating impossible odds and gaining huge influence in the Galaxy. And then there was Lori; the goofball blacksheep that didn't amount to much. It wasn't for a lack of trying, but moreso a lack of everything else.
Yet she knew that what she stood for was right. Imperialism was oppresive, restrictive and even cruel. She had bear witness to the slaughters of innocents, and the military might that they imposed on others for refusing their rule. The stubborness in her couldn't help but stand against that. And she was used to getting her way.
While Lori's ship was being refueled, she decided to pick up some supplies. There was food to get, fuel cells for blasters, first aid supplies, and little odds and ends for her jetpack. Given that she was travelling more, she had decided to do some tinkering with her Ol' Sparky, as well as her recently rebuilt lightsaber. The Dahgee crystel made it's point jagged like a lightening bolt, and she was considering to alter the hilt to be more curved. Or maybe to add a guard to it. Either way, she needed the supplies.
Everything appeared normal on the street as she made her way to the market. Her only hope was that it would stay that way.