❝Repairs?! It hardly took a scratch! What the hell are you on about!?❞ Indignant was her tone, face depicting an incredulous fit as blue eyes seemed to blaze with impertinence, knowing full well that the battle back up in the stars was won--all by herself, no thanks to the ever brave Captain Zel’Ek, his ship, or the crew of their flying garbage truck they called a starship. The harsh fall from orbit was rocky, she’ll give them that, but to call for a week’s delay?
Nevermind where they landed.
❝Zel, we’re on Runeterra. Currently a planet engulfed in enough war and skirmishes to last a lifetime. And now, outside of... Bilgewater.❞ Her tone dropped into an eased calmness, suddenly finding the answer to the “week’s repairs” smacking her in the face. She shot the captain an exasperated look, another offered to the crew down by the docking bay as they huddled into hover-boats. ❝Yeah. Okay. Now I know why our engines suddenly seized on us, right when we were flying above this region. Unbelievable.❞
Despite her chagrin, Carol leaped up into her own state of flight, boots leaving the ship’s floor as she began rising in earnest. ❝Know what? I could use a week from you and the crew’s nonsense. Don’t blame me if they get themselves dead-ed though. Peace.❞ A two fingered salute was offered to the ship captain in question, followed by her spiraling into the air and off towards the infamous port-city known as Bilgewater.
Think the Cantina from Mos Eisely, except far bigger and exceedingly more dangerous.
It didn’t take her but a good five minutes before reaching the center hub of the city, the stench of unwashed men and years of brine wafting into her nose as she touched down on the main overlying bridge. Her uniform’s colors stood out among all the soaked and moldy brown leather, but nobody seemed to notice too much. Even if they did, who was she to be bothered?
She was all smiles as she walked into one of the more lively looking establishments, some kind of awful marred mix between a pub and a dining hall. Her eyes scanned the room, inquisitive and sparkling with life--until they fell on a long tail of silken looking ruby-red hair. There at the head of one of the bar’s in this place, a figure sat in decent light that seemed to steal all the attention in the room, half of her face concealed in a down-tipped decedent pirate hat. Only, hardly anyone in the room was looking in her direction. Or even sitting close to where she remained, with drink in hand and occupying her space quietly.
That meant only one thing. Carol just HAD to say hello!
Off she went, her gait strong and practical sunshine rolling in each step, hands flush to her hips as she came to a halt in front of the woman who sat in solitude. A grin split across her face, head canted to right as her golden hair spilled past her shoulder. ❝Scuse’ me, miss mysterious? I was wondering if there’s a reason why everybody seems to be keeping away from you like you’ve got seven years of bad luck.❞ Tidings of cheer abound, impish and playful as Carol crossed her arms, the grin reduced to a smirk. ❝And is it hard giving off that “dark and dangerous” vibe? Seems exhausting to me.❞
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