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Cor Caroli

An up and coming hot-shot pilot with almost unmatched skills in her class. Her sanctuary is in the stars and she seeks to unveil their secrets.

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a character in “Outgunned; Star Mercenaries”, as played by Maree

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Name: Cor Caroli II
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Physical Specifics: Tattoos. Unnaturally blue hair. 5'6" tall and weighs 135lbs, a little round but not too much. Severely needs a tan.

Sought-after Position: Pilot.
Applicable Skills: Piloting, Navigation through the Pardus System, and minor maintenance.
Prior Experience: Cor has great experience with the CC "Hydrae" Class Cruiser, The Volantis, which recently blew up! She claims it was not her fault.

Faction of Origin: Trianguli. She has a small tattoo denoting her history with the scrapping group.

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THE ADVENTURES OF COR CAROLI, RENOWN PARDUS STAR SHIP PILOT AND OPERATOR... some day.

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"Hello is this thing on? Wait... bzzt... END OF TRANSMISSON

entry two
Finally. I got the stupid journal working... I think. Yes! It's working. Now, what to say, what to say. What am I supposed to say on this thing? This is so stupid! END OF TRANSMISSION

entry three
OKAY FINE! I'LL DO IT! SHUT UP! Oh, sorry. I didn't realize the journal was running. I apologize for whomever decides to ever listen to this, which I doubt anyone ever will but it's a requirement so might as well get it over and done with I guess... not too happy about that but it seems I have no choice.

Ugh, my name's Cor Caroli and, yes, obviously I am named after a star. Whoopie-di-doo. I am twenty-eight years old and I live in a small fifty by fifty cubicle. My life is so glamorous. I eat instant foods and take cold showers because I can't afford hot water while working for The Trianguli. They aren't exactly the most gracious people when it comes to giving out pay. And I deserve better pay! I am the best pilot they've seen for years. Without me they would be nowhere! I'm going to be famous one day! END OF TRANSMISSION

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So, today I blew up the Volantis. It... wasn't exactly my fault. I tried everything I could to keep the outdated, ancient piece of shit together, but nothing I did worked. I mean, I know a thing or two about old craft, but my ancestors flew this thing and it was just a ticking time bomb... literally.

It's good to be able to say that without me, though, the crew would have been dead. I got fired but their lives were saved. Even though I am without a job at least I was able to get us all to safety before the Volantis went KA-BLEEWY!

Suck that, black holes!

I guess it's time to get a new job. END OF TRANSMISSION


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So begins...

Cor Caroli's Story

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Cor Caroli stood with her hands prostrated on her hips and blew her blue bangs out of her hazel eyes. She reached up and scratched at her temple with her index finger, squinting at the board in front of her. Recently out of a job, Cor needed a new one and fast. She owed money to a lot of people and they were going to start harassing her when payment didn't show up, soon. It was nerve racking for the woman.

"Isn't that the woman that blew up the Volantis?" A man with bright orange hair asked. Another man laughed and pointed at Cor Caroli.

"Yeah that's her! Her face was plastered all over feeds here in Pardus," the man with the flat nose replied.

Cor growled and balled her fists up so tight that her knuckles turned bone white. "It was not my fault!" she yelled at the two men. Several people turned to look at the screaming woman but did not pause in their own busy days. "That clunker was held together by a lick and a prayer!"

"Yeah, but you killed people," Flat Nose accused. "You should have told your commander what was going on before you left the docks. What an amateur!" Orange and Flat Nose broke out into more laughter that followed them as they left.

Cor stood and watched them walk away. Her ears were burning and her cheeks had turned red. It hadn't been her fault and she had told Gritt. He just didn't want to listen or pay out money to get the Volantis back up to decent condition.

It wasn't her fault.

Cor sniffed and refused to cry. Distracting herself, she turned back to the job postings.

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There were a number of job listings on the Trade Order board; most of them required years of experience with higher ranking Order member fleets, naturally. Most of the people around her were either like her, down on their luck or simply looking for work, or members of the Trade Order, wearing their fine silken suits and looking down on the less trade-worthy locals.

There was a lot of work, but none for someone like her- having been part of an unofficial trade fleet. Soon, however, Cor would feel a hand on her shoulder; it was firm, but didn't seem like the owner was making a particularly hostile gesture. "Looking for a job," asks a sly voice from behind her; it was the sort of voice that one might expect from a used car salesman who used to be a lawyer.

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Cor screamed at the hand on her shoulder and turned simultaneously. She instantly tore herself away from the man and put up her "dukes". Cor was in no way a fighter in hand-to-hand but she was prepared to go down fighting as she got her ass beat. And then it registered to her what he had said.

"Job?" Cor asked, dropping her hands. "And don't do that! You scared me half to death! It's not right sneaking up on people like that and touching them!" She jerked her short coat down out of agitation.

"And yes," Cor said and she looked up at the man and brushed her hair out of her face. "I am looking for a job. Why are you asking? You have one to offer because if you don't stop wasting my time trying to get me to shit myself!"

Cor looked at him expectantly.

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Cor would turn around to see not just one man- who looked about as appealing as he sounded, slim and greasy- but two other men as well, both large, beefy, and probably not the brightest knives in the closet. Despite her reactive stance, both of the bodyguards didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, but rather to the others around them.

"Yes, a Job," the man replies, clasping his hands in front of himself and giving her a rather sour look. He pauses with a distinct lack of patience as she blathers on about him not wasting her time, when in fact it was the other way around. "I represent certain interests," he goes on when she finally finishes, "And I think someone of your caliber would be... perfect." He smiles, a gesture not unlike a snake, one might imagine.

"It pays well, too, and you'll fly a ship that, while not your own, will bring you great fortune."

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Cor would turn around to see not just one man- who looked about as appealing as he sounded, slim and greasy- but two other men as well, both large, beefy, and probably not the brightest knives in the closet. Despite her reactive stance, both of the bodyguards didn't seem to be paying much attention to her, but rather to the others around them.

"Yes, a Job," the man replies, clasping his hands in front of himself and giving her a rather sour look. He pauses with a distinct lack of patience as she blathers on about him not wasting her time, when in fact it was the other way around. "I represent certain interests," he goes on when she finally finishes, "And I think someone of your caliber would be... perfect." He smiles, a gesture not unlike a snake, one might imagine.

"It pays well, too, and you'll fly a ship that, while not your own, will bring you great fortune."

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Sold! Sold, sold, sold! Cor's inner thoughts screamed at her. She needed a job so bad and this guy was offering her one that apparently paid well. However, the ship wasn't going to be hers, but if Cor played her cards right... she'd walk away debt free and with a new ship under her belt. All it would take was a little saving on her end, but Cor was never good at that.

"You have my attention," Cor said to the man as she folded her arms and leaned back against the board. "I do have several other offers, with very good pay I might add, for my flight skills. Why should I choose you over my other offers?" She didn't have other offers but there was no way, in her mind, that Greaser knew.

Cor looked at the two bodyguards Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dumber. Too bad they looked about as smart as a bag of rocks. However, looks could always be deceiving. She winked at one and pointed to her naked ring finger. Her lips mouthed "single" and she made the "call me" gesture.

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With a wide grin not unlike a frog about to lash out at a fly, the man bows his head slightly. "Of course, I am sure you are quite busy, infamous as you are around here." With a flowing gesture, he beckons for Cor to follow him away from the job postings board, to a more slightly secluded area. His bodyguards were either truly that dense, or else trained to be dumb muscle and nothing but, as the man didn't seem to notice or acknowledge her flirtations.

Assuming she had followed and without even turning around, the greasy man begins talking again. "I'm representing certain interests," he begins again, "that would like their ship paraded around Pardus Prime's orbit. They grow tired of the Hegemony's increasing tax levies, and they wish to show that they will not be pushed around. They decided on an independent pilot because the Hegemony can take no direct action against an Independent." He pauses, turning around to see if she was even there. If she was, he would simply ask, "Interested," in his most enticingly oiled tone.

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It was a small possibility that Cor wasn't exactly safe. Greaser was being followed by two, very untalkative, men. They hovered around him like satellites around a sun, but more like the two were the suns and Greaser was the teeny-tiny satellite. The thought that they could harm her lasted for about three-point-five seconds.

"So basically," Cor interjected. "This job just requires me to go fly a ship around in circles around Pardus Prime?" The woman scratched at the Trianguli tattoo on her chin as she thought on it.

Sounded like a cushy job to her. Cor didn't think the job offer was too bad and she was qualified for it too. Obviously they did not mind her recent "incident" either which was a boon. There was nothing better that she was going to be able to get until she expanded her experience and let the whole Volantis ordeal pass.

"Alright," Cor said as she continued to follow them all. "I'm listening."

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"Exactly," the man says, gesturing one of the two guards forward. The man provides a fake ident card, as well as the code to get into the ship. "And be fancy about it. Maybe fly up close to some of the Hegemony stations. The ship is already crewed and waiting for you at Hangar 2."

He checks his watch and sneers. "And we would like it done soon. I would offer pay up front, but, we are entrusting you with a large commercial interest. It's a modern Mule class freighter, should be the largest ship in the bay right now... can't miss it."

There was something unnerving about the man's smile, which seemed, even for a man so detestable, downright malicious.

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That sneer. Cor did not like that sneer on Greaser's face whatsoever. Now instead of interested in what the man had said, Cor was just suspicious of it. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him and then at the indent card. Something was not right here, especially when at least half of the pay wasn't offered up front. It seemed like a shady deal and this definitely was a shady guy. Cor just recently was a scrapper, a space duster, and she had known some shady guys but Greaser put them all to shame. It was sad that she just started to notice.

It must have been her desperation to get a job.

"Yeah, sure," Cor said. "I will get right on that. Mule class, eh?" Cor gave a low whistle as if she was impressed. Her voice didn't mirror her words. "That's great. Fantastic. I can't wait to get started. Hangar two, you say... huh."

"See you boys when I come to collect my pay," Cor said, giving them a mock salute.

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The three men simply nod Cor away as she goes; her instincts were probably correct in that something was clearly wrong with the situation, but who could say with any certainty what it was. The crowds around her didn't react to her presence like she was plagued, and business proceeded as usual.

The way to Hangar Two wasn't very far, but it was busy as all hell. Traders, pilots, and those looking for work were wandering and shouting back and forth, most of them on their own errands or goals. A few would stand out; a group of Marines in heavy duty high-tech armor, probably from one of the Corporations or other. A trio of pilots in curious silver suits moving towards Hangar One. One man whose only particularly interesting feature was that he seemed to be watching Cor with a knowing eye.

Hangar Two wasn't far now; there were a number of large ships that you could even see from outside, including the Mule, known as the Combat Freighter in some circles, it was one of the heaviest armored, yet lightest freighters in the Pardus system.

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Cor watched the trio in their silver jumpsuits. She had never owned a jumpsuit in her life but Cor would have loved to have one. They looked comfortable and no one ever doubted that you were a pilot. Gritt never could stand jumpsuits. He had told Cor at one time that the last time he wore one it had almost killed him. She had no idea how that was even possible but Cor just pushed it to the back of her head, deciding it was one of his made-up tales again.

Cor flipped the card between her fingers as she continued walking. She passed the man watching her without noticing him at all. Her eyes were all for the Mule. It was definitely nothing like the Volantis. Cor began to wonder why Greaser approached her for a piloting job.

"Why did he pick me?" Cor mused to herself aloud. She scratched her chin and continued to stare down the Mule. It was as if she was trying to get the ship to speak to her.

"Maybe I should report him. There were some marines around just a second ago..." Cor looked about, eyes searching for the marines she had passed on her way into the hangar.

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"Sir. Isn't that the chick who blew up the Volantis? The one on the news?" One of the high tech marines said as they passed the blue-haired stranger. "Haha. That is fuckin' too." Another of the marines said in his static ingrained voice, his bright red armor glimmering as he pointed towards her and laughed, rounding his buddies up with pats on the back to stare at Cor Caroli though their skull-like visors.

Clarke turned around and rounded on his men. "Oi. Cut the abuse. We're on a contract, if she can blow up a ship that size, she can blow the damn hell out of you, Dave." The captain replied, turning his eyes around to check that they hadn't brought too much attention to themselves, a group of highly advanced soldiers in this part of the hangers taking the mickey out of some ship exploder would bring some undue attention to the squad of Judicators.

Clarke took off his skull-like helmet, held it under his arm and walked up to Caroli. "Cor, yeah? Sorry about that. They've gone long enough without being able to shoot at something. I'm Clarke." The marine lowered his voice to a quiet hush. "And there's a guy watchin' you." The marine stuck out his hand to shake hers.

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When Cor wanted to find marines she meant marines, not towering ten foot tall five-hundred pound giants. The man who walked up to her was almost twice her size. She only stood at five-feet and six inches, give or take a few centimeters. Cor had to crane her neck so far back to look him in the eye that it made her spine hurt.

She had heard the men talking about her and the Volantis. There was more to worry about than her most recent endeavor. Cor had not paid too much attention to the insults. However, it was nice that at least one of them came to apologize. Maybe this was her entry to report Greaser.

"Clarke," Cor repeated. "More like the mythological earth demi-god named Hercules." She looked at his spade of a hand and shook it with her teeny-tiny one. "So, Hercules, what do you mean someone is watching me?" Cor looked around, trying to find this person.

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Clarke laughed. Hercules? She was right, 7 foot tall and decked out in power armor definitely made him worthy of that nickname. "Behind me, looks interestin'. He's got an eye for you. He might be lookin' for trouble." The captain replied, taking his giant hand away from hers. The marine made sure to block his vision and then tapped his chest to draw her attention to his hand, raised it and made a pointing gesture towards him, disguising it as a casual scratch.

The marines behind him started to lean against the walls, or whatever was currently behind them and started to chitchat, occasionally checking their firearms or bringing up augmented displays from their hightech suits, swinging though the touchscreen holograms.

"Anyway, just wanted to apologize and warn you. Nice to meet you, ship destroyer." The marine smiled and turned to walk back to his squad.

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"The name's Cor and it wasn't my fault!" she protested as Hercules walked away. "And if I need a chiropractor, you're getting the bill!" Cor laughed but the humor died away fast. The woman looked directly at the man that Hercules had pointed out.

Things were just getting more and more odd by the moment. First Greaser and now Stalker. Cor had no idea what to make of it. At least she had gotten a heads up about Stalker from Hercules. She could appreciate his kindness. Perhaps his new nickname could be Gentle Giant.

Being a person of confrontation, Cor tugged on her short coat and walked right up to the man that had been watching her. "Hey you! What is your deal!" Cor said in an aggressive manner. "You got something to say about the Volantis you, asshole? Seems like everyone around here does but at least they have the balls to say something to my face!"

"Well, out with it already so I can forget you in the next five seconds. I have things to do!"

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"Yes, you do," the man says simply, as if expecting Cor to approach him like that. "And it's probably going to get you killed." He shakes his head, giving her a steady look. Something about this man, too, felt wrong, like everyone knew something and wasn't telling her. "Either do it or don't. I'm just here to observe, and maybe..." He shrugs.

"As for the Voltanis, you did a good job, so I hear. Funny that you've become so famous for a single low-grade ship being lost to the void... isn't it." It wasn't a question. With that said, he simply begins to walk away, towards Hangar One.

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Clarke and his men would more than likely see the exchange- hear it, too, if they had any sort of listening equipment. Then the man simply walked away, actually heading, they would notice, in a roundabout way through the crowd towards them. The way he utilized the movements of the masses, he clearly had some experience with tracking in urban environments.

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He knew. This man knew about the shady deal. Cor had a gut feeling but she had no idea how he knew. What in the stars was going on! The situation was growing into absolute frustration. Could a woman just not find a piloting job and it not be complicated or filled with so many questions! She felt like Alice in an old Earth book, falling down a rabbit hole.

And when all others had condemned her for the Volantis, this man had congratulated her. And he made a good point. How was it that a shitty, unknown scrapping ship like the Volantis been smeared all over the newfeeds? Cor had never thought about that. She was too busy worrying over her debts and finding a new job.

Curiouser and curiouser, Cor Caroli quoted in her mind. She could not help but to follow this mysterious man back towards Hercules and his men.

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The squad had begun to talk, each man stopped in turn as one of the marines pointed out the way that the man their leader had pointed out had moved back into the crowd. "That dude's gotta know how to move, you remember that bounty on Tau?" "Yeah, but it ain't the same guy, jackass." "I know that, fuckwit." The marines argued, popping up the skullfaced visors and Clarke looked back at Cor to gauge her reaction.

Clarke held out his helmet to one of the squad members. "Hold this, Davis." The giant said, shoving the helmet into Davis' hands with a grin. "Sure boss, want me to get your slippers too?" Davis replied with a scoff. "Yeah, yeah. Ever tire of being a jackass, Davis?" Clarke snapped back, Davis only smiled and whispered a reply of "No."

The giant pushed his way though the crowd, shoving the occasional civilian out of his way as he moved to cut off the stalker. The marine kept one hand on the revolver on his belt as he found his way infront of the mysterious man, directly cutting off access to the second hanger.

Clarke puffed out his chest, putting on his best firm smile. "Going somewhere, buddy?" The squad begun to spread out around the hanger. Davis made a note to his squadmates to draw their sidearms but keep it subtle. There was a loud crackle in Clarke's ear as Davis sent him a message. "Got your back, Sir."

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The stranger didn't seem all too perturbed by the large man stepping into his path; in fact, it seemed like he was heading towards Clarke the entire time, now they were face to face. "Right here," he says warmly, staring up at the giant's face. He either knew he was screwed, or was being plain and cordial.

"I wanted to thank you for letting her know about me," he says, jerking a thumb back towards Cor, who he probably hadn't realized was coming up behind him by now. "I was afraid she'd completely missed my boring a hole in her skull. Now... what is it you wanted," he wonders aloud, flicking his eyes around quickly; he'd tagged at least three of Clarke's men just by that simple scan, though they stuck out with their giant height and bright red armor.

"Perhaps we should take this inevitable conversation somewhere of more... privacy?" He raises his brows, as if suggesting something.

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"Privacy would be fantastic actually since you don't seem to want to stay in one place long enough for me to ask some very important questions, like why were you staring at me to intently and what you do mean my new job is gonna get me killed. Those two are good for starters, or maybe we'll start out simple, like, I dunno... your name. Just a thought," Cor said, standing behind Stalker.

Cor had a mind to slap Stalker at the back of his head and her hand twitched. The woman kept herself tame and behaved for the moment. Information first, aggression later.

"Also, if we go somewhere private, I suggest somewhere I can get something to eat. I haven't had food or any kind of nutrients in two days. A girl's gotta eat, man."

"Oh," she added. "And a lady never pays for her meals in the company of gents." Cor winked at Hercules which was easy to do since he towered over... everyone."

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"Come on." Hercules said, swinging a giant arm around Stalker with a docile smile towards him and his lady target. "This ladies got some questions to ask, and I'm feeling a heckling for some bacon." The marine captain said, winking back at Cor and then turning his head towards the marines behind him.

"How about you boys? You want to stay hungry forever?" The marines all retorted with a chatter of affirmatives and swearing, pulling their visors down and picking up their nearby equipment and duffelbags and moved into flanking bodyguard positions around their captain, Stalker and Cor.

"Even midget ladies?"

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The man, seemingly entirely unintimidated by the hulking man in front of him, jumps slightly when Cor starts talking behind him. "Oh," he says, in surprise. "So you're not doing it then? Well, that changes things..." He pauses and looks at the massive hand that was now draped over his shoulders.

"I know a lovely little diner on the maintenance level," he says in a friendly tone, either being amenable to the massive amount of danger he was in, or simply not aware of it. "I assume all this food is going to be my treat?"

He gestures down one of the access corridors nearby, and allows Clarke to lead him; he didn't fancy the idea of trying to get out of the large man's grip anyway.

In very short order, they were out of the bulk of the crowds, where a few others here and there were lounging, smoking, or chatting in softer voices.

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"Midget lady," Cor mumbled beneath her breath. "Let me punch you in the gonads and see if you think my height is still funny." There was no direct intention of Hercules hearing what Cor had said, but she would not care either way. Who in the stars ever said "gonads" too? Apparently Cor did.

The short lady walked beside Stalker, her stride much shorter than the others, especially Hercules and his men. It was difficult to keep up with them all. Cor was losing her breath, and quickly. "What do you mean this changes things? Do you ever answer questions or do you just like to lead people around by the nose? I have to admit this is getting a little old and annoying. You should just answer questions."

"And, also, I never said that this changes things. I could still take the Mule around for a drive. I haven't made up my mind yet, I just wanted some food first before I made a decision and some fucking information."

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What a great place to be and a wonderful time to be alive. Marcus couldn't help but feel today was his lucky day, as he strode about in what would be considered an excessive captains uniform complete with large bulky overcoat and absurd make-up of black eyeshadow and matching finger paint. Still, despite this pretentious oddity he looked somewhat level-headed, with a steady stare on his face not indicating any presumptions or quirkiness of personality. He wasn't smiling like an idiot and he seemed alert, but not so alert he would jump at shadows.

So he was off somewhere to mingle, somewhere he might find whispers of work or of some ship going some place, maybe even a military campaign if he had no other options. Money was growing short and he didn't want to stay stuck on the station forever. However right now he was a bit lost, around the maintenance levels with a frown crossing his face and a furrow of brows while he looked for someone who knew where they were going.

In fact, he saw a pair ahead that fit the bill, overhearing the word 'diner', but hovering just a little away and looking in a non-specific direction, trying to use his large black overcoat to look inconspicuous as he leant on a nearby wall. Part of him suddenly yearned for a smoke to look inconspicuous.