The Adrogaddo, Vagrant Fleet
It wasn't the largest ship in the fleet. That accolade went to one of the assault carriers that had left Corellian with the refugee fleet. But the Adrogaddo was perhaps the most militant looking ship. It was an old kuati heavy frigate. Now it was as close to a nerve centre as the fleet had. Council meetings weren't held there. It would have been seen as insensitive for the council leaders to dictate the future of the fleet from a military vessel. They alternated their meeting place each time around. But operationally, this was where everything was held together. A few duty fighter-bombers zipped around the strange variety of ships. The fleet was currently holding position near an asteroid field they were mining for resources.
Their YT freighter angled down towards the Adrogaddo to dock. The Coalition had provided better care than the Fleet could likely manage and hadn't asked for anything in return. Xin would have to brief back to Wesseq in a few hours. An interesting story to weave, but he would get to namedrop Jorus Merrill and that was cool. He also had a question to ask. Had the Fleet considered Kathol space? If they refused to live in an aid camp and wanted to make their own way perhaps it was the right choice. Pioneers had already started to push the frontier back and the people of the fleet were skilled and able to improvise. Their mining tech was now cutting edge, able to turn a profit where most corporations would simply move on.
Then there was the Starchaser girl. She was distressed about the amulet. The nautolan was empathic enough to understand that. Unable to find out more whilst the smuggler was in treatment she had come along. Xin had thought the notion nonsensical. They'd argued a few times over who had got who in and out of trouble. Xin maintained that being half invisible in the middle of the street had been the cause, she thought it was because Xin stuck out and was being followed.
Apparently it was a sensitive issue for the Fleet. They were getting a reputation for increasing crime whenever the moored near a world. Sprees of theft would be attributed them whenever they came. It was becoming a problem. It would limit their trade options, force them to use expensive smugglers to bring in key goods or even split up the fleet. They were keen to get to the bottom of an alleged theft carried out by a fleet captain.
Wearing a short shirt and a sleeveless jacket covered in pockets Xin went to look for her. She wasn't far from the docking port. The nautolan adjusted his small satchel of belongings as he approached.
"Have to report to the boss in a few hours. So if you want to give me the run down on what happened..."
Edited by Xin Boa, 12 August 2017 - 05:54 AM.