''Activate the Droids!'' (Paecian Empire/Geonosis)

[K'sara]

Before she could exit she felt the Zabrak's hand tight against her lekku. This dissatisfied her but she slowly slipped free, holding her hood to cover her visage. "I'll keep that in mind, Master." Her changed, now masculine voice was fairly hushed, and she left the ship still ready for combat should it come to it.

She saw the other male who finally revealed himself to the pair, and stepped forward as he spoke. K'sara placed the saberstaff back to her belt and nodded the male off. "Do be careful, the bugs here are quite the pains in the rear. Though, I'm sure you know that by now." She whipped the pistol from the holster and passed her master's head, aiming at a Geonosian, then placing the blaster back in the pouch, safety locked.

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Tyuk Asha"]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Eyes rolling in boredom as he leaned back on his seat. His suit was indeed useful for fighting against the heat and even making extremely hot environments tolerable, but he did not expect the need of his suit's environmental systems in the dropship. He was slightly ticked by this lack of luxury such as air conditioned air but it hardly mattered as he felt the ship continue to drop closer and closer to the planet's surface where no amount of air cooling would make the planet decent enough for Seto to remove his armor. Seto's gloved fingers went to comb through his white hair but felt instead the hardness of the black helmet and this forced another sigh to add to a rather 'sigh' count under Seto's name.

The Obsidian Cure armor was a tad 'dark' for Seto's liking but it suited him well enough. After a few tweaks to Seto's own personal taste it rather did felt decent enough, of course without the hood and the rest of the cloak removed Seto found the armor more appealing. His training saber still stuck and clipped on his waist while his rather lethal sword strapped on his back, slim and his hilt not large it did not cause any discomfort as Seto leaned into his seat. Other than a few smoke and stun grenades and his Wester blaster attached on his belt Seto was rather light in his equipment choices. His eyes lazily looked around, awaiting for his signal to move, and Seto added another sigh count.

[Member="Raziel"]

 

[Raziel]

It seemed that [member="Seto Du Couteau"] had opted for the old fashioned Obsidian Cure armour, rather than the latest technologically advanced model that was being rolled out to Obsidian Knights. Never mind.

Raziel listened to the burst transmission. They couldn’t talk back without revealing themselves, but the ACN fleet could easily broadcast a quick message to them without revealing its intent. A clever tricked of wrapping the encrypted packets in a pile of noise, and ensuring there was no easy signature to detect.

“How disappointing,” he said out loud. “It seems we’re not going to be boarding the Lucrehulk, we’re going to land and assist with some rogue elements – droids and geonosians. Pilot, make sure we de-cloak as we pass them, just so they know how close we were to boarding them without detection. That should put the kark up them.”

The Espada-class decloaked off the bow of Morcus’ Lucrehulk, before descending through the planet’s atmosphere.