#muse || Garik 'Face' Loran

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which of your ocs is most apt to end up in jail? What is their crime? Who do they take with them, canon or oc? Why do they take the person with him?

The most apt person to end up in jail is actually a toss-up between Echo and Face. Both because they're Wraiths under Wedge Antilles' ( @red-flight ) tutelage and are either cooling their heels after a fight in a tapcaf, or as part of an intelligence op they're in on.

Chances are, one of them was jailed simply for a public disturbance and property damage and the other is there to either break them out or give them the tools to break out. And if it isn't one of them going in initially, then it's one of them breaking another Wraith out.~

[mando-of-esverr]

//catch me thinking about adding Garik “Face” Loran to my muse list and possibly Ton Phanan~

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❝ Don’t even know what planet I’m on. But I think I’m about to find out. ❞

+ Garik

The brunette teenager laughed, the scar that stretched across his face bending slightly as he grinned at the sandy-haired fella. "Don't even know what planet? Oh, they must've given you the good stuff at the tap for a black-out like that. I'm kind of jealous."

Garik hadn't expected to run into someone so far out of the city district. He himself wasn't supposed to be this far out, but sometimes to have a little fun, you had to take a speeder out for a joy ride or two to keep the days interesting. He extended his hand, still grinning.

"Name's Kal," he said, offering the guy his current alias. "Kal zet Berri, and you, my friend are on the planet Lorrd."

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Face rubbed the back of his neck. It had been almost two weeks since his and Hobbie's single day of freedom, since he watched the light fade from his eyes, dying right in front of him. Even Ton hadn't died in front of him like that.

The slug, Brava, insisted he wasn't dead, that he couldn't be any worse than he was before Kilzan set him up with Loran to visit the Lounge. Neither of them had been there beforehand, the area having been reserved for willing hosts to engage in entertainment and recreation while their Gastropoda handlers basked.

Face wasn't sure he believed him, but he believed the threat Kilzan posed in giving Face to someone else if he didn't cooperate with his slug. So he did his best to get back on routine; sit with Hobbie, talk a bit, holding his own bedside vigil until either he or the older pilot finally gave out. The Lounge held no temptation for him, not when his fellow pilot was languishing.

Finally, one of the pool guards signaled and Face sighed. "Well, it's time to go," he said dismally. "Hopefully Brava will have better news today. Anyway, I'll keep you updated if anything happens." He reached over and gave the unconscious pilot's shoulder a squeeze before pushing himself to his feet and glumly striding to his seat where Brava was no doubt waiting for him.

Face sat down at the booth, gazing at what looked like a modified Rebellion Starfighter helmet resting on a small stand. A thick, black tube sprouted from the top of it, connecting to the side of the Kandrona pool where he knew the slug would come in from.

Face sighed heavily and hoisted the helmet onto his head. He grimaced as the helmet activated, the suction cups inside pressing against his head as warm liquid filled his ears. In moments, he felt his handler and winced, gritting his teeth as the slug traveled from his ear to his brain. Usually it didn't hurt, Brava was good about that, using its natural numbing agent to make the transition as quick and painless as possible. But this time, this time it did. Was Brava angry? Had something happened in the pool?

He felt the rippling sensation along his scalp that came with the slug settling in and he acknowledged the slug.

'Welcome back,' Face said cordially. 'Everything go alright? You're not usually this rough on entry.'

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🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

(For every one of your muses!)

Symbol meme! || no longer accepting

//Alrighty! In order of seniority!

//Darius doesn't drink or smoke. He made the mistake of drinking heavily one night while he was still learning what it meant to be Mandalorian and ended up getting dragged back to the hut where he and his buir, Tajur Jaing ( @sundanceofapache ), taught him the meaning of "Cin Vhetin", the Clean Slate.

//Echo actually does drink! But very rarely and only spritzers. She is a lightweight so she only drinks when very distressed. Her favorite drink is actually one concocted by one of her mentors, the Drifter, ( @take-a-gambit ), called an Ether Spritzer. It's cold, bubbly, and very minty.

//Garik Loran drinks but only on special occasions. He might have a Lomen ale from time to time but nothing too serious. He mostly does it for social stuff with his fellow pilots.

//Brava hates alcohol and everything to do with it. Hates the taste, hates the smell, hates everything it puts him through when Loran is drunk. If there is any way he can avoid it, he's going to do it.

//Captain Pellaeon is an old professional who knows when and where it's appropriate to have a glass or two. It's frustrating for him to see the younger crewmen of his ship prone to over-drinking and he strives to keep his example a sterling one. However, when the opportunity and invitation does arise, he's very fond of Corellian brandy, especially the older vintages.

//Yyventriz drinks as well but sparingly and only privately. She doesn't enjoy being drunk but sometimes it softens the edges of the life she and her people are condemned to live. She is determined to make life better. Mark her words she's GOING to DO IT.

//Daniel used to enjoy drinking with friends, often cracking a beer with his buddies after work or down at the shop. However, after being turned into a Cyberman, it's a pastime he misses but can't really enjoy now.

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Comment if you have any specific Plots or Verses you want to play with!

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✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older [For Face]

When Face was a boy, he dreamed of being the biggest name in acting. He loved the spotlight and working in it. He thought he'd be an actor forever.

Then his kidnapping happened and his whole world changed. From that moment, he wanted to be a fighter pilot and to break down the war machine he'd inadvertently helped build.

After joining the Wraiths though, he started seeing a path down the line in leadership. This would be realized later when he became head of New Republic intelligence when General Cracken finally retired.

The man has a brilliant mind thou I don't know if he'd ever thought he'd get this far.

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Being shot down was never on the itinerary. However, being shot down and not dying was always optimal.

'I wouldn't call any case where we're shot down as being optimal,' Face said dryly from the back of their shared mind.

Brava ignored him, pushing its host body onward. The forested conditions of the planet made for a hard trek, and Imperial Remnants were still looking for them. But his X-wing still had its beacon, which they disabled to avoid the Imperials. At least the two of them hoped they would.

Brava marched them on, keeping an active mental map as it mentally traced its way from the X-wing to their current position. If they could manage to steal a vehicle, maybe even another TIE fighter, they could get out to space and get a signal out for the other Wriaths to find them.

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Being shot down was never on the itinerary. However, being shot down and not dying was always optimal.

'I wouldn't call any case where we're shot down as being optimal,' Face said dryly from the back of their shared mind.

Brava ignored him, pushing its host body onward. The forested conditions of the planet made for a hard trek, and Imperial Remnants were still looking for them. But the X-wing still had its beacon, which meant the other Wraiths would no doubt be on their way for a rescue. At least the two of them hoped they would.

Brava marched them on, keeping an active mental map as it mentally traced its way back to the downed X-Wing.

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Piercing cold dread shot through Loran as the stolen voice of Hobbie Klivian slithered through his mind. Kilzan! Kilzan was inside his head!!! Terror bolted through him, the thought of Kilzan being in his head making his skin crawl. It took all of Face's training not to hit the panic button and try to yank control from the slug, though he doubted it would have done anything more than stop it for a few seconds. He couldn't even swallow down the terror building up in his throat like bile.

'A-ah, whatever you say, Handler,' he stammered mentally. He had to be good. He couldn't fight. Not when he and Brava had been doing so well since... He mentally shook his head. He didn't want to think about that day, that day he'd lashed out at Brava, thinking Kilzan had killed Hobbie. But now the murderous slug was in his head! Now it had access to his pilots! His friends! He and Brava had agreements, terms by which he'd, up to this point, kept!

A part of him not paralyzed by terror wanted to rile against Kilzan and defend the slug it had replaced. Brava was by no means a saint, but he was definitely preferred to anyone else in the pool!

Face's mind raced. The next Basking period. That... that would be about a week. Oh Force, he'd be trapped with Kilzan as his pilot for an entire week! He thought of his pilots again, of Kell and Dia... Oh, Dia... They had been getting more serious about their relationship... What would Klizan do if she noticed something was off? What would the splat of sithspawn do if Runt noticed anything? Kilzan may have been great with Hobbie, but Face had people who knew kinetic speech and how to spot the differences between "minds"...

He hadn't spotted Brava by Face's own design and Brava's skill, and he hadn't spotted Kilzan because none of them really knew Hobbie before he was taken. Would Runt be able to spot Kilzan or would this slug be just that good?

Face didn't want to find out... He knew what happened when people stepped out of line or didn't perform adequately for Kilzan...

They ended up dead....

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Face rubbed the back of his neck. It had been almost two weeks since his and Hobbie's single day of freedom, since he watched the light fade from his eyes, dying right in front of him. Even Ton hadn't died in front of him like that.

The slug, Brava, insisted he wasn't dead, that he couldn't be any worse than he was before Kilzan set him up with Loran to visit the Lounge. Neither of them had been there beforehand, the area having been reserved for willing hosts to engage in entertainment and recreation while their Gastropoda handlers basked.

Face wasn't sure he believed him, but he believed the threat Kilzan posed in giving Face to someone else if he didn't cooperate with his slug. So he did his best to get back on routine; sit with Hobbie, talk a bit, holding his own bedside vigil until either he or the older pilot finally gave out. The Lounge held no temptation for him, not when his fellow pilot was languishing.

Finally, one of the pool guards signaled and Face sighed. "Well, it's time to go," he said dismally. "Hopefully Brava will have better news today. Anyway, I'll keep you updated if anything happens." He reached over and gave the unconscious pilot's shoulder a squeeze before pushing himself to his feet and glumly striding to his seat where Brava was no doubt waiting for him.

Face sat down at the booth, gazing at what looked like a modified Rebellion Starfighter helmet resting on a small stand. A thick, black tube sprouted from the top of it, connecting to the side of the Kandrona pool where he knew the slug would come in from.

Face sighed heavily and hoisted the helmet onto his head. He grimaced as the helmet activated, the suction cups inside pressing against his head as warm liquid filled his ears. In moments, he felt his handler and winced, gritting his teeth as the slug traveled from his ear to his brain. Usually it didn't hurt, Brava was good about that, using its natural numbing agent to make the transition as quick and painless as possible. But this time, this time it did. Was Brava angry? Had something happened in the pool?

He felt the rippling sensation along his scalp that came with the slug settling in and he acknowledged the slug.

'Welcome back,' Face said cordially. 'Everything go alright? You're not usually this rough on entry.'