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| Mara_Antares | Date: Thursday, 25 Jun 2015, 9:38 PM | Message # 1 |
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| "Not again...." Mara groaned as she pulled pink hued socks and undershirts out of the dryer. It wasn't the first time, and it likely wouldn't be the last time that she had accidentally mixed one of her red unmentionables with anything of Leroy's that had once been white. "Seriously!" She pulled his one dress shirt, brand new due to the fact that she burned a hole in the last one while trying to iron it, out of the dryer only to find that it was also pink. That would be the third dress shirt in as many months.
It would have been no surprise to anyone who had ever known Mara, that she was terrible at being a housewife. She hadn't given up her job, but that did not mean that she did not try to do wifely things. Her cooking was horrible, and obviously her clothes washing skills were lacking. Her house cleaning skills were about on par with both of those things, as evident by the soap sud flood that had palgued their kitchen just the previous week.
Leroy never seemed to mind. He would silently wear the pink shirts and socks, or fix broken appliances from her cooking attempts. Outwardly,
he never seemed to get angry at her lack of domesticity. She knew that she would never be the perfect wife, and she never had the desire to be a
mother and raise a family, but Mara loved him to the moons and back. And stars, did she miss him when he was out on a job. Those two facts
alone made her never want to stop trying. The doorbell rang and Mara snapped out of the fog she had been in since discovering the mistake with the clothes. She dropped the laundry basket where it was and went to answer the door.
"Perfect timing!" She said as she exchanged credits for the takeout containers that a young Rhodian delivery boy had brought. "Remember, not a word of this to Ransom if he comes in the shop." She smiled to him. At least she could get dinner on the table, and whle Leroy knew she was a terrible cook, as long as he
did not see the delivery packages, she could pretend that for once she had done something right in her disasterous domestic life.
Message edited by Mara_Antares - Thursday, 25 Jun 2015, 9:40 PM |
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| Lafayette_Ransom | Date: Friday, 03 Jul 2015, 3:43 AM | Message # 2 |
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| The Horse was set down at the landing pad it had called home since his time on the Aphelion ended. It was where he found it, fixed up, and had since been docking it. The Yahk-Tosh allowed him to do so for free in exchange for protection, which was only ever tested by outsiders from the area after a rough couple of months. He had spent some time establishing himself on the Smuggler’s Moon which involved hard work and many fights. He found himself in an interesting position of often working for the Hutts, often against each other, and when not doing so, working against the Hutts. He abhorred their support of the slave trade; ever since seeing what the Empire was doing to the Wookiees on Kashyyyk, he had taken to waging a personal war against slavery where he could.
Having recently done work for a Hutt by the name of Malum the Horrible, who he frequently worked for, against a Hutt from the Anjiliac kajidic. He made the usual walk that had become regular for him returning from a job. He threw a couple of street urchins who had become his little helpers.
“Mr. Ransom! There’s a lot of chatter coming from the Corellian Sector! I should know what it is in the morning!,” shouted one of the orphans. He smiled to him and kept walking.
He often used the street urchins for information. Many gave no thought to the homeless orphans who lived on Nar Shaddaa, and therefore they often become very visible shadows everywhere they went. They had proven beyond useful countless times for him since he had arrived on Nar Shaddaa. He also often tasked them with keeping an eye on Mara and helping her out in their own way when they could, not that she was likely every aware of them.
His darling wife was trying so hard to be a wife. He didn’t complain about her struggles, rather he enjoyed them. Not in any malicious or deprecating way; for Ransom to be married was a miracle in and of itself, the fact that Mara had yet to try to kill him after their years of marriage was a major bonus and likely shocking to most if not all. Were their old crew to ever happen upon them, they would likely die of shock at Mara and him being together in any fashion, no less married. It was his wedded bliss that had continued for years that he walked into their home. It was her apartment that she had settled into when she first moved here after their departure from the Aphelion. When their relationship began he was living out of his ship, and he never saw the point of moving elsewhere.
“’ello, love,” he said as he came into the apartment.
He dropped his rucksack and satchel at the door, and stared in a very confused manner at the table. His head even titled to the side. What sat there was unlike any meal he had seen her prepare.
“Wa’ da ‘ell is this, my ‘ur’le dove?”
Lafayette "Leroy" Ransom
Bounty Hunter, Mercenary
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| Mara_Antares | Date: Friday, 03 Jul 2015, 4:07 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Mara was busy stuffing the takeout containers into the garbage receptacle when she heard the door open and the familiar sound of Ransom's ruck hitting the floor. He was a creature of habit, at least, and had the same routine when he returned home. "Hey Leroy." She said as she came out from around the small kitchen counter. It would only take her a few quick steps before she practically leapt into his arms and had her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. Mara kissed him deeply, unconcerned about the food on the table for the moment. If it wasn't obvious, she had missed him.
After a few moments, she pulled back and looked him in the eyes. "I'm glad you're home." As easily as she had gotten into the position, she got back out of it and moved over towards the table that he had been so flabbergasted by.
"Uh it's.....dinner?" Surely he would know that she didn't cook it, because nothing was burnt and the smoke detectors weren't wailing wildly. "I thought it...might be a good welcome home? All of your favorites?" Mara smiled sweetly and leaned against one of the two mis-matched chairs at the table. "And you have to be hungry. But if you're not, I can just put all of this away and you can reheat it later? Either way...I have to head to work, so..." She gave him a bit of a sheepish look. Sure, the bar didn't open for about an hour, but she still did have to get there, and she was dressed and ready to go.
Message edited by Mara_Antares - Wednesday, 08 Jul 2015, 8:09 AM |
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| Lafayette_Ransom | Date: Saturday, 11 Jul 2015, 7:38 PM | Message # 4 |
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| He caught her as she leapt into him, taking care to secure her by grabbing a firm hold of her butt; returning her kiss in kind. It always surprised him, and gave him great joy, to find that her passion for him was the same today as it was their first night together. It was a passion that also was returned in kind. They may have had a rocky road to their relationship, but it most likely made them stronger. For their time on the Aphelion most, if not all, of the crew thought they hated each other. In reality, he was attracted to her but thought someone of her nature would not go for a man like him, so he kept his distance; usually in the armory or helping Doohan throughout the ship. On her end, she was made uncomfortable by his presence, largely because she had seen first hand on numerous occasions what he was capable of, and like most of the crew found his preoccupation with the armory to be slightly disturbing.
There was merit to the fact that he joined the Aphelion not as a recruit, but in fact as a member of a mercenary team which boarded the Aphelion to collect the bounties on the crew and pirate the ship; that is until Captain Aaron Rawls offered him better pay and his own bed. It was less the money and the room that caused him to turn on his felow mercenaries, but yearning for a more stable life and one outside of mercenary work; although he not dare let the crew know that. To this day, he had never told Mara the real reason he jumped ship to join the Aphelion. Yes, the crew were essentially glorified smuggler mercenaries, but it was a different life than any he had lived. It was a crew, but it was also a family. That's what made Rawls' betrayal so painful. He could expect such things on a mercenary crew, he was a prime example of it; but on the Aphelion it was completely unexpected.
It wasn't until their first night together that Mara perhaps realized how much of a protector he was rather than simple, cold-blooded killer. He had a particular skill set which was useful in military situations. His life had been spent preparing for military life. He had a certain brutality to him that many could not believe or stand, but had been ingrained into him by first his father and then the Imperial Commandos. Despite this mindset, nothing could justify what he witnessed being done to the Wookiees. While he was taught the ends justify the means, he was also taught that he should protect those that cannot protect themselves. Seeing first hand the horrors of slavery, he destroyed the Imperial base he was stationed at and fought with the Wookiee resistance before heading off-world to take his own personal war to slavery in the galaxy. He soon found himself a wanted man however, which led to his simple life as a mercenary instead, until he joined the crew.
He was pushed back into mercenary life, and naturally the place to come was Nar Shaddaa. Almost all organized crime operated on Nar Shaddaa, either the coutless Hutts throughout Hutt Space who all seemed to have some sort of representation and connection to the moon or the countless non-Hutt crime syndicates looking to weaken the Hutts in their own turf or leach off of them. For a mercenary, especially one of his caliber, work was both plentiful and well paying. He decided shortly after arriving yet again on Nar Shaddaa to join in the constant in-fighting between Hutts. His goal wasn't to support any one Hutt or Kajidic, but rather exacerbate the in-fighting and weaken the Hutts. He looked to return to his personal war and fight to end slavery itself via taking down its greatest supporters outside the Empire itself.
He never expected to run into Mara, but when he did one night in a bar, he took care to avoid publicly revealing himself to her. He was aware of how he made he feel uncomfortable, and certainly didn't want to give the impression he was stalking her. He did however begin to regularly follow her, as she went to work and as she went home; hiding in the shadows as her silent guardian. Typically, he could get the drop on any drunks that wouldn't leave her alone, without her noticing. One night was different, and he was forced to reveal himself to her, fighting to protect her from a group of men clearly intent on raping her in typical brutally violent fashion. Despite the display, Mara took her into her apartment, the very one they stood in now, and one thing lead to another. Now, they were living wedded bliss.
While she didn't think so, Mara was a good wife. Her cooking could use some work, but the smell that was now hitting his nostrils said it had in fact received the needed work. In the back of his head though, he questions the dramatic improvement. Despite her cooking skills, or lack of them, he made sure to eat anything she made, as long as it was edible. When she was back on the ground, he walked over to the table with her.
"Oh, I'm 'ungry aw'ight," he said in his distinctive mixed accent of lower level Coruscanti covered with a Dantooine drawl.
He took a seat at the table and pulled himself up to the array of foods."Yew shouldn't 'ave, 'ur'le dove."
Lafayette "Leroy" Ransom
Bounty Hunter, Mercenary
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| Mara_Antares | Date: Sunday, 12 Jul 2015, 8:19 PM | Message # 5 |
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| She kissed the side of his neck before she slipped around and sat in the seat adjacent to him. "Shouldn't have what? Fed you? Did you really
want to walk me to work and then eat at that crappy Mando place next door....again?" Mara knew that he loved that place, and the cook there had tried to teach her a little bit of cooking, so she could made a pretty mean Pho, without poisoning either of them.
It wasn't that she needed him to walk her to work, but she liked it. Hardly anyone even tried to mess with her anymore because they knew who she was married to and what he would do to them if they laid a hand on her. It worked well for Mara, because she didn't mind what she did, but she did mind unwanted hands where they wandered. Of course, newcomers or strangers had no idea, but Leroy had taught her enough that she knew how to take care of herself and a night like she experienced on her way home a few years back, would never happen again.
Mara rested her elbow on the table, and then her head in her hand as she watched him thoughtfully. "I have to tell you something, Leroy." She started, though her tone probably sounded ominous and could have been any measure of bad things. The girl sighed, and straightened up then, looking very serious indeed. Mara stood, and smoothed her fingers over her black fitted tank top, then tugged aimlessly on the hem of her purple plaid skirt to unrumple it from sitting, before she walked behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"I didn't cook any of this. I can't lie to you....but I wanted you to have a good surprise and a nice meal when you got home." It was true, she hated lying to him, so she never did and she wasn't about to start now.
Message edited by Mara_Antares - Sunday, 12 Jul 2015, 8:21 PM |
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| Lafayette_Ransom | Date: Thursday, 16 Jul 2015, 2:55 AM | Message # 6 |
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| ((I'm going to forego writing out the accent from now on, for the sake of readability.))
He loved the Mando restaurant, both for the food and the conversation with the old warriors that ran it. The mythosaur skull which adorned the front window seem to be enough of a deterrent for any of the antics the gangs pulled in the his particular area on Nar Shaddaa on the local businesses. He had actually made a healthy profit offering protection to said local businesses, profits which he usually spent in the Mando restaurant. After giving some thought to the food before him, and what she just said, he stood back up to turn around and embrace her.
"That's okay, love. What's matter is that you tried. I don't care how you do it." he said, giving her a kiss on her forehead, then her lips, then her neck.
With that, he took her hand in his.
"Let's get you to work, turtle dove," and with that, he did.
Upon returning, he ate enough of the food, but made sure to leave her a good sized meal as well, as he always did on nights like these. He went about showering and cleaning his gear before relaxing before the HoloNet screen, awaiting her return home.
Lafayette "Leroy" Ransom
Bounty Hunter, Mercenary
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