Don't tell your father.

[Rekha Kaarde]

She held her head in her hand her eyes were shut as she breathed in deeply. Anyone looking in might thing she was deep in thought but if they got a little closer they'd hear the soft snoring of the brunette.

It had been a long night she had run through enough alley ways the night before chasing after a few of the Crimson Circle that she got little sleep. Even now she was running her in dreams.

Jarrod smiled from the door watching he knew his Cap'n was doing something and not sharing. Which meant it was dangerous for everyone except her least that would be her thought.

He hated to wake her he looked down at the datapad, there was a job and a request. Maybe he would wait...just give her a few more minutes.

[member="Makai Dashiell"]

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Sometimes Makai just needed to explore.He was a growing boy, his home on Dac overrun with Sith, and bored of annoying his father. Enter [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and her crew. He had just joined the expedition of sorts not even a day ago, having met the woman at her nearest port and hopping aboard. He had convinced his father and Miss Kaarde that it was all under the premise of working and learning. Really it was a way to explore whatever trade lanes or unknown backwaters Miss Kaarde's crew visited.

Wandering down the hall(most likely eating again), Makai stumbled upon one of the crew in the hall. Iced blue eyes couldn't help but to peer in. It seemed Jarrod was watching Miss Kaarde sleep. Not creepy at all.


Despite a growing frame, Makai was still slender enough to slip under Jarrod. Carefully he moved towards Miss Kaarde, laying a scale speckled hand on her shoulder. There was a light squeeze but not a shake.


"Miss Kaarde? You've got a few messages."

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

If she was dreaming she didn't know but the sudden touch to her person brought on the need to wake up. Slowly she drew another breath in, "yep" without opening her eyes. It was the squirt that much was registering so far.

"messages" she nodded again and turned her gaze upwards then to the door, "ya'll been watching me sleep?" Rolling her shoulders to wake up her other muscles. "message..." she was repeating herself.

"stimcaf please" Jarrod nodded and headed out to get the drink. "Ok squirt I got it." She blinked and yawned as she looked down.

"Well...let's see..someone wants us to take on a job...." She recognized the name it was the POC for the Resistance they were in need of supplies, a bit close to First Order space, and then the other.

Transportation request. Moving point A to B...no details.

"Seems folks are needing a freighter. "Supply run, or....unknown transportation / goods movement." She hated unknown but she also knew unknown could be fun. But lately anything that dealt with resistance was also fun.

The stimcaf arrived, "thanks."

"either one sound good to you two?"

[member="Makai Dashiell"]

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]


"I watch all the ladies I love sleep like a creeper."


There was a bright,boyish grin. Clearly Makai was amused with his own joke and own smart quips. He was half-expecting Miss Kaarde to roll her eyes,hit him, or tell him to leave. Probably all three if he had to guess. Jarrod had brought caf and the smell was filling the room. As he got older caf was getting better, even if he still put quite a bit of cream and sugar inside the dark liquid.


"If we do a supply run, we get to annoy First Order space. Not scary but its like annoying your dad when he's pretending to do something important. Unknown....well....what if its slaves or something? I guess we could refuse the shipment though." The teenage boy sat in the opposite chair, lanky limbs stretched out in front of him. "I'm not the boss though. I'm just a lowly deckhand, learning from the experience of those around me."

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

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REkha looked up at Makai, "You've clearly got issues." She shook her head and smiled then looked back down trying not to smile the squirt was good company at times but sometimes he made her wonder.

She looked across the desk now to where he had put himself. A single brow arched up watching him, "We don't do slaves ever, bad mojo, bad vibes, and the last thing we do is peddle flesh for someone." Slavery made her sick in multiple ways, so many she could almost shoot them all and not think twice, the slavers that is.

"I don't mind annoying the First Order, unless the cargo is something else." She looked around, "Jarrod we receive any flower deliveries lately?"

Jarrod shrugged, "no Cap'n no flowers, no plants nothing."

Ok ruled that out.

"Squirt how are your piloting skills?" Might as well see if he can dodge the FO.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]


Makai wasn't the brightest boy in the 'verse but he could easily pick up 'flower' and 'plant' deliveries weren't exactly to be taken at face value. Eyebrow arced slightly and wondered what delivery they were speaking of. Blasters? Alcohol? Perhaps it was best he didn't know.


"I can fly."


What he had been flying wasn't exactly....flashy. Makai had been flying mining barges. Salvage boats. Big clunky ships that took ages to turn and even longer to maneuver in place.On the plus side it was a handy skill to have. It took a lot of time,energy and coordination between several people to move those types of ships in tight areas.

Only flashy ship he recently flew was his Dads'. Messed around in a TIE Interceptor for a bit but that was like flying a tin can in the air.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

"You can fly...I'm wondering exactly what the means and then I"m thinking eh...we'll teach you to fly" She would to teach him how to move in and out of the space lanes into asteroid belts and behind whatever he needed to in order to escape.

"Lets do the cargo." Rekha sent a message, "let's get ready we'll take the Star, the freighter and then we'll see about picking up something that really moves." She would make a stop at one of the ORC or an alliance in exile stop to get the squirt into a fighter, a trainer but still a fighter. Then she'd let him take on the Star and go from there. Couldn't have someone around who could just fly she needed him to soar.

"pack it up, and let's go." Rekha rose up, "My go bag is already set, what about you squirt you got a go bag?" She smiled.

Jarrod had disappeared he would have to go home say good bye to Zoe and the kid then meet them onboard.

[member="Makai Dashiell"]

 

[Makai Dashiell]

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]


"Why would I need a go bag. Isn't that what luggage is for?" Confusion colored his tone. They were collecting cargo, not heading off to war.


With the team assembled Makai was in the pilots chair. He was relaxed, ice blue eyes studying the panels before him. Most ships had basic controls it was just a matter of learning the layout on each vessel. Fingers curled around a lever, pushing them forward into the deep black. The navicomp was still calculating their final coordinates.

The teenage half-Galan was used to flying mining ships, salvage tugs. Nothing known for maneuverability or great speed. Power and durability perhaps. He wasn't nervous but at the same time he had two pairs of eyes staring at him. Add in the fact this wasn't his vessel - if he crashed it..well...best not to think about it.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She laughed, "because sometimes cupcake you don't have time to pack 'luggage' you need a 'go' bag." It was times like this she remembered that the squirt was not rabble like the others he had some upbringing.

Rekha settled into a seat Jarrod was in the back somewhere fussing and griping about one thing or another it was hard to keep up sometimes what the big man talked about.

She looked at the kid, "don't scratch it" She smiled there were so many scratches on it who would notice another one, probably her. She laughed and waiting, " slow steady, wait to make sure the NavComp has our direction." She had set it herself. Last thing she wanted was to be picked up with a stick and a spoon off some asteroid somewhere.

[member="Makai Dashiell"]