Blue Milk Run

[Kurt Meyer]

"Well..." Kurt decided that it was best to stay where he was.

Sure the others were going to fight some pirates, but if the ship happened to let loose he was better situated to get them out of here where he was...plus he had his own idea of how they could escape. It wasn't like he was the best fighter in the galaxy anyway, sure he was an okay shot, but he didn't have his blasters on him and he doubted that anyone had a spare rifle to borrow. His hands fidgeted at the controls for a moment, looking back for half a second before he slipped out of his seat and ducked beneath the panel.

Loose wires hung every-which way, a bothersome annoyance at this moment.

"Should've cleaned his up." Kurt cursed himself as he began to pull wires gently, moving them so that he could better tell them apart. "Now...was it red red blue or blue red yellow?"

He began to talk to himself as he coupled several wires together and separated others, loosening some and making sure that others were tightly tucked beneath the console. He didn't know a lot of things in this galaxy, but he knew how ships worked, and he certainly knew how hyperdrives worked.

All he had to do was remember the right combination.

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Kaileann Vera"] | [member="Jethro Wright"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member=Adder] | [member=Pollux] [member="Tal"]

Thrukk looked at the stun gun with disdain. That was no way for a man to shoot his first gun. Still, better to give the captain a pistol to start off with. The Houk took what was supposed to be a vehicle mounted repeater and hefted it over his should as if it weighed nothing. As a sidearm he took a compact scatterblaster with the trigger guard removed. Hopefully they didn’t have any heavy armour. Weapons designed to penetrate heavy armour had a habit of cutting through bulkheads.

Thrukk knew what he was. If he was a soldier he’d probably pass off as pretty average. He was a big damn target and hardly the brightest sort. What he did have on his side was intimidation. Something he planned to use.

“Mebbe bide until aam nae in yer line ay secht until ye start shootin' 'en? woods want 'at hin' tae tickle mah back whilst aam concentratin',” Thrukk said to the captain as they walked down to the hangar. He left the others to set up as he walked up to the airlock. He wanted to get up close, face to face, as the captain made his offer. That way that poor little lass from the comm station wouldn’t get in the line of fire.

He grabbed the intercom off the wall, looking through the viewport to see several pirates waiting.

“Weuz Captain wants a jabber wi' ye. Two others can come wi' ye only.”

 

[Adder]

[member="Tal"] | [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] | [member="Kaileann Vera"] | [member="Jethro Wright"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Thankfully, Adder was too far away to catch the Captain’s admission. On any other day it’d just be embarrassing, but at a time like this, it was downright chilling. Good thing she was too busy putting on the grav-suit to hear any of it.

“Well,” Thalvi wet her lips and hefted the explosives. “We wanna make sure we don’t blow our asses into the cold of space, yeah?” For the criminal gunslinger, there wasn’t much more to it, and to be perfectly exact, there wasn’t much more to it for Adder either.

If they got lucky and/or Thrukk looked intimidating enough, they wouldn’t even have to use them. But. (There was always a but.) Pirates and greed don’t make for the luckiest of situations. Fortune favors the prepared, not the bold.

With the charges and the droid in tow, the redhead rejoined the crew in the cargo hold. On the far end, the massive Houk was engaged in his toothy version of small talk.

“Kins,” she said, holding out a tentative hand full of deadly explosives. “You know how to handle these?”

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Wide-blue eyes tracked to Thrukk. It's funny because she felt a protective instinct over him. He was massive. He certainly didn't need her. Gaze snapped back to her bunk-mate. Head nodded before words left her full-lips.

"Yeah, I think so." Gingerly taking the explosives, she looked through the bag. "What are we setting the charge for?" Blaster was at her hip. She frowned. For some reason this situation reminded her of her time with Sage Bane. A memory pushed and buried away. Her peppy attitude and smile considerably dropped. And just as suddenly, she felt very much her age. And alone. And unsure.

She tried to keep the tremble from her hand as she concentrated on Thalvi's face. And her instructions.


[member="Jethro Wright"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Tal"]
[member="Adder"]