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Post by Alexis Karidian on Feb 2, 2014 13:15:32 GMT -8
Well, he didn't seem to either particularly enjoy or dislike the fact that she'd kissed him. If anything, apathetic was the word Alexis would have put on it.
"Nar Shaddaa is the first place I remember really, you know how it is, a few impressions when you're a child and then later you have actual memories of things."
She replied semi-vaguely with a flutter of her fingers tapping against her other sleeve. She had a few vague memories of happiness before the move to Nar Shaddaa's refugee sector following a pirate attack, but they were never very concrete. Just a fleeting glimpse of security and happiness that she hadn't been able to enjoy very long.
Alexis knew he wasn't demanding an answer. If he had, she would have outright refused at pointblank. "Answers. Peace." She shrugged noncommittally, "Maybe nothing." After all, how could she tell him that already she'd seen the ghost that had haunted her childhood twice on his ship, while she was awake. Exactly. She couldn't. And attempting to deal with that here was not an option. It made sense to return to the place where it had all happened. Alexis felt sad. No matter how this ended, no matter which way she looked, all she saw was her own hands bathed in blood. Either way, she was determined not to run away. Not anymore.
The turbolift pinged as it arrived and the door slid open. Alexis stepped out first into the brightly lit corridor beyond.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 2, 2014 13:48:30 GMT -8
Ander nodded. "I'm familiar with the experience." He replied, not truly understanding. He hadn't experienced the same much in his own life, Ander's past had always seemed locked away in his mind. Sometimes he wondered how much of it was even left. At some point, the Force may have helped him unveil some of that mystery, though he was beyond such resources now. Ander wasn't sure he regretted it. Even so, Ander sympathized with Alexis' desire to find closure. Considering how intimately youth affected most beings' development, he knew digging through the mess of one's past often yielded positive results as long as it was handled properly. The former Jedi couldn't decide for Alexis what she needed, so he remained silent as the turbolift opened and they stepped out into the hangar bay. Ander was considering when he should leave for Yavin IV, and who he might want to bring with him. He certainly couldn't risk going alone. He was a GALSAF Commando, after all, and GALSAF Commandos always traveled in strength.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Feb 2, 2014 14:32:09 GMT -8
A shrill series of whistles, chirps, and jabbers broke into Alexis' mind and brought an answering smile to her lips. "Oi! Teacup, pipe down, will'ya?" was her answering greeting to her loudly welcoming astromech unit, trumpeting at her from the comfort of his droid socket atop her StealthX. The noise cut off with an interrogative staccato burst, that Alexis assumed was his protest against her addressing him as 'Teacup.' It wasn't the most prepossessing or imaginative moniker for an R2 unit, but in Alexis' mind it seemed to fit. His actual designation of R8-T2 combined with his meticulously detailed, posh personality jived with 'Teacup' to her way of thinking, and he would just have to get used to it.
"Sorry, about that. He gets impatient sometimes," she turned to Ander, and hesitated as she felt the slight shift in her StealthX's systems as R8 powered them up to standby. Evidently he was anticipating just a bit. "Thanks, Ander, for uhm...everything," she finally concluded, dark brown eyes gazing at him enigmatically, as she tugged at the fastenings of her flight vest and closed the top one preparatory to leaving the hospitality of the Basterd's Hand.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 2, 2014 18:46:22 GMT -8
Ander smiled as he heard the shrill and excited voice of Alexis' astromech unit as they approached her vessel. The droid reminded him of his own astromech, "Oly," who spent most of its days working in the Hand's vessel maintenance areas, helping the commandos there keep their vehicles up to standard. Ander shook his head as Alexis apologized. "No need. My own astromech is as much a friend as anything. He does a good job ensuring our vehicles are always ready for a fight." The StealthX suddenly powered up to standby mode, he looked over briefly at the starfighter before Alexis spoke again. She thanked him, though she sounded uncertain of her own words, then adjusted the clasps of her flight vest. She was leaving, and Ander wasn't sure when he might see her again. Even if he did, he couldn't be sure it would be under positive circumstances, considering what the young woman seemed to be expecting on Nar Shaddaa. Ander pulled a small datachip out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "That contains all the information you'll need to get a hold of either me, or GALSAF Command." He looked down at her, his expression soft, but serious. "If anything happens while you're gone, get a hold of me immediately. If you need help, get a hold of me immediately." Ander waited a moment, then reiterated a third time. "Immediately." He stepped away from the starfighter and offered the young Jedi a casual, two-fingered salute. "Fly safe. I hope to run into you on Yavin." He added, refusing to let his mind wander as they said their stale goodbyes.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Feb 3, 2014 9:32:19 GMT -8
"Oh, he is my friend. My best friend actually," Alexis replied calmly. It was perfectly true though. R8 was the only being she really depended on as a friend at the time. He was the only one who had survived the Yavin debacle with her, unless she counted Joshua...and she knew she couldn't do that. Not now. She had just met Ander, and it would take time for them to sort out their friendship since they had gotten sidetracked the night before.
"Thanks," she said, pocketing the datachip, though fully intending never to use it, even as she assured him otherwise, "Sure, yeah, I'll keep it in mind." Calling Ander for help? She had come here for help, but--- asking him for help in the future was not something she was comfortable with right now. All it took was one look at his eyes, and she felt conflicted about that.
"Yavin. Who knows? It is possible." Though she had to take care of something else first. Still, if she was successful, she knew would be heading for Yavin IV. It was the second thing she had to do.
With the Force to assist her, she jumped lightly up on her folded s-foils, and from there, climbed into the cockpit. She looked back down at Ander, "Hey, you fly safe. It would be embarrassing for an Imperial Star Destroyer to call an x-wing for help," she replied with just the hint of a smile dancing on her lips.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 3, 2014 19:53:44 GMT -8
Ander smiled as Alexis took the datachip and lied to him. He didn't expect to hear from her. Though she was suffering the loss of her family and home, Alexis was nearly as proud a person as he was. Asking for help wasn't a habit for her. Ander only hoped it didn't ruin her before the end. "Embarrassing, yes, but beggars can't be choosers, Karidian." Ander replied jokingly as Alexis dropped into the cockpit of her starfighter. He waited until the canopy had dropped and locked into position, then stepped away as the starfighter's engines began to come to life. Ander had no idea what his trip to Yavin IV might bring, but at least he hoped to find some answers. He turned away from the StealthX as its pilot prepared to leave, then made his way out of the hangar bay once more, silently wishing Karidian the best of luck.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Feb 7, 2014 12:49:33 GMT -8
After Alexis Karidian had left the Basterd's Hand aboard her StealthX starfighter, Ander made his way to the vessel's war room to converse briefly with his leaders about future operations, and specifically the Corulag situation. Over the next week, GALSAF units swapped out between their home vessels and the planet below, enjoying their brief respite from their Galactic travels. As the last commandos returned from shore leave, Ander thanked Contruum's leaders, Lady Tanith and Garwig Gil'gamesh, for their hospitality before GALSAF's fleet left the system for Yavin IV.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Feb 13, 2014 16:56:27 GMT -8
"No, they really can't," Alexis muttered to herself as her cockpit canopy slid closed with a snick! and she flipped the sequence of four switches that ignited the StealthX's engines. R8 whistled an inquiry as they slid out of the hangar bay with a whine of repulsorlifts before Alexis engaged the sublight engines, angling them off in a diagonal trajectory away from the larger capital ship. She tapped a series of coordinates into the navcomp and pulled back on the hyperdrive lever.
Seconds later the x-wing vanished from the Basterd's Hand's sensors as she engaged the hull polarization generator, before heading out of the system.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 12:01:34 GMT -8
A wayfarer class medium transport slowly rose away from Contruum, its engines defying the laws of gravity and the onboard systems defying the laws of physics. It's pockmarked, dented and beat up cargo pod almost seemed to bluntly break the atmosphere of Contruum, like some form of unnatural born offspring, of tore free and ungaingly made its way across the sar strung backdrop before accelerating. Then in a flash it was gone, in one of the multitude of what most port martial would consider recklessly stacked cargo containers was Steffo Francis and for no better word former miner, possible criminal Fargas. Despite his possible crimes Fargas had stuck by him, on a hell forsaken place, badge or honour didn't matter, loyalty was rare, but once earned, it was there for life.
Where they were headed neither was sure, out of the frying pan.....hopefully not, time would tell. The force would guide him, now there was a thought that hadn't crossed his mind for some time.
He closed his eyes as the vessel rocketed forward, he fell into that distant yet distinctly familiar pool, he smiled, 'hello my old friend.'
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Oct 1, 2017 8:31:55 GMT -8
The Gozanti Cruiser, Lawless Valor exited hyperspace above the world of Contruum. Jerrak Vao, a seasoned and well-versed Twi'lek, was sitting on the bridge as the ship exited hyperspace. Reynar Bralor, Vao's Mandalorian bodyguard and right hand man, piloted the craft into orbit. Smoking a cigar, Vao spoke up.
"Contruum. 'tis bee a good while since I've been here. Let's get down thar 'n see if we can nah find our lucrative business proposition, shall we?"
Nodding without saying a word, Reynar piloted the craft down into Contruum's atmosphere.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 12, 2017 19:26:11 GMT -8
Contruum. A dense system of inhabited worlds, planets in the infamous system ranged from the developed Contruum, to the icy fringe world of Contruum 6. Contruum on a whole had remained out of the wars that had waged across the galaxy; in a bid that was entirely non-Contruumite, a new isolationist leader, Pax Vadic, had deliberately led the planet out of galactic politics. In the last year alone, he had gained majority control of the System Council, swaying them to his will. This was in stark contrast to the Contruum of the past, which had a deep hand in the Rebellion, and, later, the New Republic. With its rugged spirit of sacrifice and independence, Contruum had and always would support the freedom of itself and others. Or, so its residents had believed. War time industry, while profitable to the industrious system, held its own dangers - primarily invasion by this new empire, the so called "First Order." Beyond this, the Galactic Alliance hadn't exactly been the most...generous...of allies lately. Contruum's shipyards were barren, its plentiful borium spent in other markets, and, ultimately, the industries of Contruum were left in markets other than the Alliance. Nothing stirred up resentment like higher taxes and a recession. Ultimately Contruum had eased itself out of membership with the Galactic Alliance during the governmental shift from New Republic to GA - Contruum, while an ally, was not a member world. The move had not been a popular one; Pax Vadic had to defend the position at every turn to the System Council, and further to the citizens of the system. With deep pockets in the borium industry, however, Pax could make the majority of his problems go away by simply threatening to remove his companies business - or, rather, by threatening to undermine the industry. While not illegal, it was certainly dirty politics; and Pax had gained a reputation as a bully and thug in political circles as a result.
And so, Contruum remained a more or less neutral world, content to stay in its own affairs. Soon, though, things would change drastically. The native Contruumite Janos Galfridian would return home, his newly discovered force-sensitivity being explored on the world. What would follow would be major political upheaval; with Contruum being thrust once more into galactic affairs.
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Until that day that Janos returned home, however, the Contruum Defense Fleet (CDF) patrolled the system. Business went on as usual; politics fickly ran the system in this new age of uncertainty, the shipyards produced meager products, and borium mines put out subpar production. The economy suffered, and the common folk suffered along with it.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Nov 23, 2017 10:28:31 GMT -8
In orbit, the Contruum defense fleets suddenly oriented and calculated, before disappearing into hyperspace in a series of flashes.
For all purposes, the world of Contruum would be up for grabs.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 23, 2017 12:10:02 GMT -8
And with that, a mighty Confederate navy leaped into space, securing the world swiftly and chasing off stragglers and vultures. Jashin's information had been good, and battle droids began to land on the surface below.
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Post by Admiral Zey on Dec 23, 2017 12:23:26 GMT -8
A flash of light, a sudden stop; the MC90 Star Cruiser "Revolution" emerged from hyperspace with an actinic blue flash of tachyons. Aboard, Captain Zey-Bendin stood at attention, hands clasped behind a back so perfectly straight that you could measure it with a straight edge - shoulders exactly square, and feet approximately 76.2 centimeters apart. Most Captain's preferred to sit in the Mon Cal style command chairs - Not Zey. He had the thing removed and replaced with a custom gravity pad with its own separate generator - so that he might stand in those uncomfortable position even in the midst of battle. Around him, somber technicians wore Alliance colors, muttering into comm-headsets and tapping away at consoles.
"Maintain speed through the system. Rendezvous coordinates are at Contruum Six."
"Aye, Sir! Maintaining speed - course set for Contruum Six."
The crews bustled about, a little more animated than before, but all were still somber. His face typically a stony mask, ever so imperceptibly Zey's lips pressed together tightly. A pallor had come across the whole of the ship. Zey had done his best to keep the reason of their visit secret; but comm-crews gossiped, and juicy information was the heart of a starship during long voyages. Coming to a decision, Zey turned his head ever so slightly - most of the crew freezing as a result. It was never good when the Captain moved, even slightly, from his favorite Command position.
"Someone give me a Comm-set, and patch it in to the whole ship." Wordlessly, a Comm technician did just that, handing the set to the Captain - who proceeded to affix it to his ear. Clearing his throat, unaccustomed to addressing the entire crew, it seemed as if he stood at even greater attention - if such a thing was possible - before speaking. This is your Captain. As many of you know, we have arrived at the Contruum system. I would like to verify that the rumors you have all heard...are entirely true. Across the Command deck, numerous individuals began speaking at once; and Zey turned a flinty gaze towards them. I will have order! Having forgotten that the comset was hot, Captain Zey summarily silenced all speach across the ship - with many crewman wondering how the man had seen their surprise and heard their speech. Clearing his throat, rubbing his temple, Zey continued on. Further...I have decided, in the event the treaty is signed, that this ship - our dear Revolution - will join the ranks of the other dissident Captains and Alliance personnel. We have traveled here to Contruum because it, out of all other Alliance worlds, is most opposed to the treaty. This system and her planets has been chosen as the meeting place for Captains resisting the treaty, and for potential dissidents to watch the signing. Rubbing the back of his neck, Zey took a moment of silence before continuing to speak on. Do not lose hope. There is still time; and the treaty has not been signed. There is time for the Alliance to do the right thing, the just thing, and continue the fight. In the event it is signed, then all crewmen will be given the opportunity to leave ship. That is all. With a click, Zey turned the comm off, giving it back to a technician; in a single action that entirely unnerved the crew, though, he slowly walked off his pad, entering his private office just off the command deck. With nervous looks the Command staff looked at each other, a few whispering to each other; but not for a single second slacking in their duties.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Dec 23, 2017 13:28:44 GMT -8
The MC40a light cruiser Rogueland dropped out of hyperspace, heading towards the rendezvous coordinates at speed. Aboard, Jashin Galfridian sat lackadaisically in the Captain's chair, feet over the arm rest, playing with the controls that raised and lowered the infernally uncomfortable seat. "I'm bored. I''m so, so, so very bored." The command crews at their various stations chuckled collectively at that (in many ways far more relaxed than Admiral Zey's tightly run ship). The Rogueland was a patrol craft, given to Jashin due to his extensive experience as a pirate - pirating only FO and criminal groups, of course (or so he said) - which he used to patrol Galactic Alliance space for smugglers, pirates, and various other ne'er do wells. He hated it. He hated it with passion. They were too well armed for pirates and their second rate tech, and smugglers didn't even try to fight; they either ran, dropped cargo, or let themselves be boarded. The result was a boring first command.
The Alliance was short on personnel, hence why they had contracted Jashin. As an ex-soldier and officer with copious amounts of combat experience, he was an ideal candidate for patrol duty. Jashin had initially said no; but, then, at the time he had been in a Galactic Alliance cell. They had offered to wipe his slate clean in exchange for paid service, and, seeing no alternative, jashin had reluctantly accepted. Hot-headed, rough around the edges, and prone to violent behavior and cursing like - well, a pirate - Alliance Command had been rather leery of giving the outlaw such a large ship. Oddly, though, soldier life agreed with Jashin; it was familiar, and the pay was relatively good. He had dutifully served on the craft for just shy of a year - long enough for the Alliance to start regarding Jashin as reliable (if unconventional) Commander that got things done.
There was also the fact that Jashin had fought against the First Order. He had participated - however small - at the battle of Dantooine, and had witnessed the devastation there. He had fought so hard to to get a datachip to Alliance Command on that planet - only to learn much later after joining the Alliance, that the information contained on said chip was already known to the GA. The entire struggle had been for nothing. Later, though, he had been at Naboo, witnessing their attacks on the planet, and the deadly dioxis gas that they had used. The First Order had denounced the act, and had executed the man responsible; but that was poor justice for the dead.
Whether he admitted it or not, Jashin was a patriot, and many suspected that he had allowed himself to be captured by the Alliance in order to pay for his crimes, and to continue the fight against the FO with greater resources.
Upon hearing the impending treaty, the alien had raged and cursed in his cabin for hours - but had grown quieter and quieter as he talked to other Captains. Now, he had directed his ship - against orders - to the Contruum system. Something was going down, and the crew had an inkling of what it was. Treason. Rebellion. Continuing the fight, even though the treaty disallowed it. "All speed ahead - I want attack speed! get us to the rendezvous point so we can get this sodding business over with." With a chorus of affirmatives, the ship did just that, diverting all available power to engines - making its way through the system at a breakneck speed that was borderline reckless.
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Post by Valin Beillane on Dec 23, 2017 18:03:01 GMT -8
*The Contruum Syestem was busy today, as a MC80 Liberty type star cruiser dropped out of hyperspace. The Wraith of Naboo (Formally The Jewel of Theed) was crewed by stern faced men and women. None more so than her captain, Valin Beillane. A Naboo native himself (much like the rest of his crew) was outraged by the peace talks taking place on Manaan. Outraged enough that he had joined in talks with other like minded captains, about possible mutiny. His crew was behind him on this, since even those not native to Naboo had come to think of it as a second home thanks to the many shore leaves the crew enjoyed there. Valin sat in his command chair hunched over his console, scrolling through the names of ships and captains who would be coming and had already arrived. Valin swiveled around in his chair to look at those assembled on the bridge. Most of the senior staff was their including his wife, Chief Engineer Ashton Beillane, and his daughter, Ghost Leader Sandra Beillane. After getting a nod from Ashton, Valin switched on his commlink to the ship.*
=Valin= Brothers and Sisters in arms! We are here not to witness the end of a war, but to see to it that it stays alive. We are here to see to it, that no matter what the bureaucrats and pen pushers say, this war is not over. Not until we burn the First Order to the ground. Not until all those lost in their conquest are avenged. Some may ask us why we keep fighting. Answer them with this: NEVER. ANOTHER. THEED.
*With a chorus of cheers from the bridge and else where in the ship, Valin switched off the commlink and once again turned to face the out of his ship.*
=Valin= Full speed ahead. Let's make the rendezvous and get this thing started.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2017 20:50:10 GMT -8
There was a slight roar as the Vespasian dropped out of Hyperspace. Leveling out in the gravity well of Contruum, Scarlette gazed up briefly at the large MC-80 Cruiser. Ideally, she would have brought at least a part of her assets, but she didn’t want to risk detection. Not today. She had nearly gotten caught by a lone First Order patrol just before jumping here. Wiping some sweat off her forehead, she turned jauntily to Jet. “That was a close one. Eh buddy?” Jet responded with his typical series of shrieks and whistles. She laughed. His responses always made her smile. Turning her attention to the task at hand, she noted the numerous ships. They all seemed to be heading for Contruum 6. She had known from her contact on Serenno that some pirate had wanted control of the system, and so this is where she headed to first when searching for the Resistance. She flipped a few switches, cycling the shields. She only wanted to offer her help, but she knew that these types were jumpy, and often had eager trigger fingers. She hoped they wouldn’t send fighters after her, because then she would have to fight back, and that could get messy fast. At least for the other people here. Smirking, she set the ship on course for Contruum 6. She knew that among the crowd gathering here, there would be quite a few flyboys. She knew how to get her way with them. Activating the comlink, she began pinging the largest ship nearby; the MC-40a Cruiser Rogueland. She couldn’t help but smile at the name. Rogues. She quite liked the character of a roguish scoundrel. Despite her clear enjoyment of all things proper and courtly, she still couldn’t help but find a soft spot in her for their sense of freedom and adventure. “Star Cruiser Rogueland, this is Bespin Royal Yacht Vespasian, requesting a landing on your vessel.”
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 24, 2017 21:40:49 GMT -8
A small tear in the fabric of real space formed as a small Fury-Class Interceptor dropped out of the hyperspace lane and immediately cloaked pushing towards Contruum Six at breakneck speed - the small freighter tearing through real space as it approached the coordinates that were supposedly to be the location of a meeting of Rebel generals and other leading members of the Armies that fought across the Galaxy against the First Order. The Interceptor bore no exterior markings and registration was unregistered giving no indication of who the ship belonged to, or even which side of the war those within fought on. It was for this purpose the ship remained cloaked the entire way, passing by many other larger - slower ships as they made their way...
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Dec 26, 2017 10:25:39 GMT -8
The Virmlinga Run had two meanings among the scoundrels and smugglers of the galaxy. The first was in reference to an oft used but never talked about hyperspace lane that changed hands between the Hutts and Black Sun regularly. You paid the toll to Vibbur or Xin'lago depending on what day of the cycle it was.
The second meaning roughly translated from Duros, meant "a bumpy ride" through hyperspace with insinuations about one's mother/egg carrier. A ride that threatened to tear any ship apart despite not hitting a star or planet.
*Beep-Boop-Bwee?*
Of course the droid would complain about the ship's structural integrity. If Anj hadn't bought it on the market at half cost and instead saved for the Astromech, it wouldn't voice its worry about its dome falling off every time the ignition fired off. Lesson learned.
"Turbulence is your problem, 9-Tee!" Anj had to shout above the claxons aboard her Scurrg bomber, using a hydrospanner and bridge the gap between her thermal oscilator and the fuel booster beneath the pilot's console. A fuel booster stuck on 'Full Speed Ahead' because the power had been cut to it. "I'm not the navigator. You are. You are. You have one job on this bucket of bolts!"
*Beep-Beeeeeeeep!*
"Hey, I promised to update your nav software as soon as we hit a payload worth the money." Hydrospanner was just a few centimeters too short to bridge the gap between the two. Failing that happening, they were likely to stay in hyperspace a few seconds too long and land right on Contruum 5. At full speed. And turn into a modern art masterpiece of flesh and metal. Looking at half a hundred exposed wires, Anj started tracing them back and forth with her one gloved hand, trying to reconstruct which wires fed which systems, and wouldn't eject her into the vacuum of space if she "borrowed" the length.
*Beep-Boop*
Mouthy droid. "That didn't count. I needed to repair the bomb bay doors. Otherwise cargo loading would still take hours." Green wire or purple? Purple? Nope. That alarm mean oxygen decompression. Hook it up! Hook it back up!
*Bwap*
"And that didn't count either. Sometimes alcohol sweetens the deal. How much are we hauling on this job all cuz I parted with one measly bottle?"
Green wire? Nope that was the safety for the proton bombs. That alarm cut off whatever 9-Tee said, but she could guess what he replied with. 'Enough explosives to blow us up if those boxes get too excited from this route. Why did you have to upgrade me with a cheap, free navigational software system which makes you the worst smuggler since intergalactic smuggling began?'
'Oh, only because I was dead broke and you were on your way to the scrapyard. Care to keep complaining?'
Red wire was always bad. Blue wire was always bad. So maybe orange? She gripped, pulled, and waited to hear an emergency alarm announcing imminent doom. Nothing. Just a wet splashing sound from back in the far end of the ship. And no fuel leak alarm going off. But that smell- yup. It wasn't lethal, but it should be.
"Refresher is a no-go, but that's not a problem for you." Anj, twisting the length of wire around the edge of the hydrospanner, re-inserted it into the console. Sparks. Burning ozone smell. But also the sense of the ship stabilizing as it exited hyperspace above Contruum VI. Their ultimate destination and payday. As she pulled herself out from under the center console, 9-T buzzed and whistled reminding her about code-words and the instructions from the arms dealer to insure she wasn't blown out of the void.
Most of which Anj remembered as she reseated herself. Tying her smoking black hair back into place. While the refresher continued to back up and overflow behind her. And her stupid/invaluable BB unit continued buzzing reminders like a holonet advertisement stuck on repeat.
The smell, the sight, and the impending paycheck that would quickly go into starship maintenance all coalesced in a moment of reflection within Anjylla's mind and, yeah, it sure as kriff beat living in a cave back home. Even with the bounty on her head and civil war and all this and that.
::Yeah, Contruum VI... Bantha Harvester Enterprises has a delivery of feed aboard the Kindness Kills. I'm hauling enough to keep a couple herds going, but it's potent stuff. Requesting landing coordinates at a Lazy Grazing company site.::
Code Speak: By all that's holy in your Force, I've got enough for a few battalions here, and if you don't get me a landing platform soon, I could explode. Please, please, please let me land somewhere without turbulence.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 14:03:17 GMT -8
As Scarlette waited for a response from the other ship, a massive bomber came out of hyperspace behind her. The ship was clearly in need of some repairs. Fool. Spinning the Vespasian our of the way, she dodged the incoming ship. Angrily getting on the radio, she found the frequency that this maniac was on. “Will you watch it?! You nearly hit my yacht! Do you have any idea how expensive this thing is?!”
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