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Ilassa

"I just want to live."

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a character in “On The Ragged Edge”, as played by Quantumlegacy

Description

Name: Ilassa

Race: Psy

Age: 26
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Physical Description: Ilassa stands to be roughly five-foot six with long flowing naturally green hair. She has a pale flawless complexion with one single piercing just beside her nose. She is thin and lanky. Ilassa usually has some sort of thin tank top and jeans on. She keeps her mother's necklace around her neck always. From appearance only she seems more suited for life on the core then roughing it in the black.

Personality: Ilassa can be cold, distant and calculative. She tends to think before every action and doesn't enjoy doing anything without a plan. Once she has made up her mind she is stubborn and willful. Usually very unwilling to budge from the plan. Her morality is almost non-existent and it shows in the actions she would prefer to take at times. Despite this she is really just a lonely little girl trapped in the monster she was forced to become. She can be curious and inquisitive to a degree that is rather annoying. This plus her gifts have put her at odds with herself on more then one occasion since she's been free. At times she has problems with her gifts and it makes it hard to concentrate on anything. Putting her into a dazed and easily irritated state, this happens more often then she'd like to admit.

Power Manifestations: Ability to unconsciously read thoughts and emotions. Short Range Telekinesis.

Occupation: Passenger

Equipment: Nothing but the clothes on her back and a Standard Issue Coalition Laser Pistol. And fistfuls of cash in a tightly bound sack.

History: Ilassa was born on a core world by the name of Beta V to two loving parents. They both were scientists working in the Coalition and treated her well. She went the through her early years oblivious to what was to come. She was tutored at home from the time she was four till she was fourteen. Never allowed to leave the facility like home they lived in. She was raised on a strict regiment of schooling, physical fitness and nutrition. She was raised to respect authority and never question her superiors, such as her parents. But in her free time, which seemed to be less and less as she approached fourteen, she was allowed to do whatever her heart desired. She spent most of her time learning about what would become her passion. Robotics. Eventually her gifts started to manifest and when she finally got the courage to tell her parents it was the first time that she had actually seen disappointment in their eyes. Ilassa never even realized that they were grooming her for the Coalition until after they'd already sent her to Shorans. During the ten years she spent at the academy she was subjected to all manner of rigorous testing of the mind and body. She had indescribable things done to her physical being and psyche. They trained her to become a killing machine. But throughout it all her powers were growing in strength and she kept one thought in her head. I will be free.

It wasn't until she was twenty six and on her sixtieth successful mission for the coalition that she finally spotted a way out. Literally. They were on a fringe world to assassinate the local council members that were blocking a vote to allow the coalition more rights to set up mining operations on the planet. Everything had gone smoothly as she had planned and they were on the way back to the shuttle when she spotted it. In the sky it looked like a meteorite was coming down fast, or some sort of large derelict space junk. Her liason, Michael, who had been watching her looked up at what she say and silently mouthed, " Sa'king Shemram it!" Ilassa was confused at the thoughts he was thinking. She had never actually encountered a Blighter before and was semi-curious to see what was really true about them.

"Hurry up Ilassa, we need to move fast."

But they didn't have time to react as fiery mass had picked up speed and smashed into the ground just a few hundred feet from them. The force of the explosion kicked dirt, metal and air up in a frenzy. The two of them were blown back ten or twenty feet. Michael bounced hard on the ground once before trying to tuck himself in and skidding to a slumped stop. Ilassa bounced once hard on her back before catching herself in the air with telekinesis. She righted herself landing with a soft thud on the ground she stood as the dust whipped against her face blowing her hair back in the wind. Moving towards the wreckage slowly her curiosity had gotten the better of her. As she got closer to the wreckage her mind began to explode with anger, hunger and a single thought. Devour

"No! No. no!" She stopped throwing her hands to her head in panic. Her heart began to race and her eyes blurred from the pain. Through her blurry vision she could see the wrecked ship begin to open and what she would come to fear spill out. She turned and ran as fast as her numb legs could carry her towards the ship they had planned on leaving in. She ran up the docking ramp her bare feet pounding against the metal turning as she reached the top she slammed her fist into the emergency close switch. She watched as the metal ramp slowly began to retract but it wasn't fast enough and a few of them managed to climb up onto it. Her head cleared and the panic was gone as her instincts and will to live kicked in. The blighters charged her thinking she would be easy prey but were no match as she whipped out her standard issue fire arm and downed them quickly. With her liaison, not on the ship she didn't have any trouble finishing the skeleton crew off and haphazardly piloting the vessel to the nearest trade hub where she sold it off and went into hiding on a ship by the name of Cora Belle. She told the captain she was just looking for a way off planet quickly and offered him double what he usually took for passage.

So begins...

Ilassa's Story

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Once Nim had started up the craft on captains orders she went to meet up with the others. Naliff started to talk and looked her way, "Alright, here's how it is. Nim, I want you to use that sweet face a yours to russle us up some passengers. Thems that can pay, and if you say another word about that new compression coil I will sock James in the mouth, it's out of budget right now."

Nim giggled at the mention of him socking James in the face but practically skipped her way out side to find some more people. She looked up at Cora Belle and sighed happily. God she loved this ship.

It wasn't long until a person who kind looked like a boy in her eyes but had the voice of a female asked, "Hey, blondie. What's the price?"
Nim's instant response was, "Oh~ Hi! My name's S'ney C'lim! But usually people just call me Nim~"
Realizing she hadn't answered the question she gave a fair price ((No idea what that'd actually be... XD)) that would work with for both the ship and girl.

"So what do you think?" Nim asked, "She's a beauty ain't she?"
God she loved this ship~
Now all she needed was a few more people once she was done talking with this one.

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James Minot nodded and let out a calming sigh as he closed his eyes preparing himself. They were about to rob a bank as part of the latest job Naliff had managed to drum up for them. It wasn't the best of things to be doing but it was going to feed them.

He tightened his grip on his weapon. It was a customized scattershot laser rifle. Not much to look at but it sure did the job when called on. Basically one mean ass shotgun except it could burn a hole through four inches of metal. It was definitely one of his stronger assortment of weaponry but he couldn't pass up the chance to use it. One hand at the trigger and the other stabilizing the beast he burst in the building behind Naliff. Instantly me moved to the counter pointing his weapon at one of the clerks he demanded they start emptying deposit boxes and cash holds into the sacks. Which he would grab quickly from where they were fastened at his waist. Holding the gun with his robotic arm, and tossing the sacks at the woman's face with his free hand.

He would then turn to intimidate the nearest guard on the ground and accuse people of trying things as he waited for the to fill the sacks. It wasn't really what they were there for but it had to look like just any old robbery. Plus some spending cash sure couldn't hurt he thought as he tossed the sacks into the back of the mule. It wasn't long before he was called on to help move the actual reason they were here. No sooner had they loaded them up and he threatened to pull one guys teeth out for looking at him funny then he heard the sound of the local law enforcement showing up. Lucky for them tech here wasn't that good and they were on horseback. Clambering into the Mule, he tossed the shotgun down atop the bags and drew his pistol. Taking a few pot shots at the lawmen he purposefully missed as they got away.

Back on the ship, after hiding away the cargo, Minot was about to ask the Captain what was actually in the boxes when Naliff announced that they would be heading to Fortuna where they would be picking up passengers. A look of despair crossed Minot's face. More people on this tin can meant less space for him, less food for him, and less fun for him. But before he could argue the Naliff had already put it to rest.

He spent most of the journey there asleep or doing is daily routine of weapons checks, equipment checks, and security checks. When they had finally arrived he was pleased to actually set foot on solid ground. But his pleasure was quickly ended as he was threatened with bodily harm and then tasked to follow on the drop. He'd really wanted a smoke, drink and a sa'k but it would have to wait.


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She had just finished paying the docking fee, signing the ship in and was standing seemingly in awe on one of the docking platforms. For the first time since she could remember there was no plan. No task, or assigment she was meant to do. No liaison or handler to watch over her. She was on her own, free and suddenly very alone. She almost had the strangest urge to re-board the ship and flying right back to Shoran's begging for forgiveness. But it passed as fleetingly as it had come. She was free all right but she wasn't foolish either. She snapped back looking about the docks evaluating the area.

She knew it wouldn't be long before they figured out she'd gone AWOL and would begun hunting for her. Ilassa's mind raced as she went over the possibilities for a plan. She decided to sell off the ship and barter passage onto a new one as quickly as possible. She would have to leave a slight of a footprint here as she could. Moving through the large docking area she focused on hearing the thoughts of the people around her. It was difficult as there were a lot of people moving about thinking, making noises and the machinery made for good distractions as well. But she calmed herself and used her training to focus.

Eventually she found someone who was in need of a new ship and sold her's at a shadily low price to the man. He was skeptical at first but she managed to convince him when he actually seen the paperwork and the ship itself. She told him a tale of how she had acquired it in a game of Sheok and had found out she couldn't properly run it without a crew. Not being of captain like material she had decided to pawn it off quickly and he happen to be the lucky soul.

With her new found wealth she then purchased a few new sets of clothing, some traveling gear and bags so that she could fit the new identity she was forming. And then she set about finding the right ship to sign on. She was deciding between two newer model ship when her eye caught the Cora Belle. Something about it screamed for her and she couldn't help but be drawn to it. She moved to wait politely behind another who was bartering passage. When they were done she asked the price but before the lady could respond she stammered, "I'll pay you triple! Please just say yes!" Good job, way to not look desperate.

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The blond chick sitting at the Cora Belle just replied with her name and stuff. Who caaares what your name is! I just want to get to the sa'king border worlds, Nakedra thought. Her head was always like this without coffee. The only time she had coffee on this damn trip was on yesterday morning when she left.

"So," the lady said, "How about... 40 platinum?"

Ugh, Nakedra hated this. Platinum coins? Like a doctor from New Japan had metal coinage. The only people who used those were children, collectors, and people dealing in the black market. (Serious! Check this out! http://firefly.wikia.com/wiki/Currency)

"Do you take credits? That's all I got. Central Worlder."

Another woman, a psy by the looks of her, waited behind her. She looked nervous. She got that look a lot in the hospital, like she was about to fill the patient's arm full of needles. Why must things be so difficult? Nakedra thought, why can't I just go back and explain to the Hospital that I made a mistake? That I was to much of a spoiled brat to leave? Shut up, when you get on the ship, coffee. And anyone getting in my way is getting tazed.

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"Do you take credits? That's all I got. Central Worlder." The girl before her asked. Nim actually wasn't sure if they took credits since she usually was off in her own little mechanical world. She was pretty sure the Captain would prefer hard coin, but maybe it'd be good to have some credit on hand.

"Um... I'll let you on... But I will have to double check with Naliff to see okay?" She asked, a sorry smile placed on her lips. She really felt bad. She didn't want anybody to be left behind.

When the next girl came along, one with green hair, she seemed kind of rushed. Mainly 'cause the first thing she said was, "I'll pay you triple! Please just say yes!", in a way that made it seem like she was yelling at Nim.

"Uh... Do you even have 120 platinum on you?" Nim asked. She didn't want to cheep this girl out of her money, and would be happy is she payed either 120 or 40 platinum, Of course... If she did pay 120 then they'd be that much closer to getting that new compression coil...

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She had regained her composure and replied steadily, "Of course." Coffee. The thought had squirmed it's way into her head and she had almost said it aloud, but she knew it wasn't her own. Ilassa looked from the person she was negotiating with to the woman who had been before her. Focusing she blocked out enough of the chatter around her to clearly hear a few thoughts.

Shut up, when you get on the ship, coffee. And anyone getting in my way is getting tazed.

Ilassa frowned turning back to the the other woman she asked, "Can I get someone to help carry my things aboard?" She motioned to her bags she'd just recently purchased. She didn't really need help, she had been psychically moving them behind her up until now, merely laying her hand on it to avoid any suspicion. Well, anymore then she was already getting. She stood out like a flashing light around here. Her luscious green hair, pale skin and vibrant orange eyes was widely different then most people. Even though they were still technically in the core it was strange to see a Psy this far out and definitely strange to see one without Coalition goons nearby.

"It is quite heavy and I am just so tired. We can consider it part of the triple pay?" She grinned trying to appear friendly. She was really hoping that she could get aboard and lock herself in. She wanted to sleep and if she was locked away in a ship with no connection to her, it would be harder for her to be found.