The Long Run zoomed through hyperspace on yet another suicide mission. Maybe the biggest one the team had faced. The old ship would have the time of her life if this superweapon was hot shit like they said. And damn shame it had to be Csilla, too. Not much beat a tall blue woman who can pack a punch.
Kirk had reluctantly suited up in his own stealth gear when they'd started the jump from Coruscant. He didn't expect to have to leave the ship once they landed, but plans went wrong sometimes. Hell, that's why he'd be caught and pressed into this gang of misfits. He figured he'd at least learn something about proper preparation, since the next worst thing after Task Force Xesh was death. And probably a nasty one.
Was it the massive, chaotic battle between mega-fleets they saw when the ship dropped out of hyperspace that scared him? Hmm... maybe. It also could've been the giant spherical laser cannon hovering intently in orbit in the middle of that sea of laser barrages.
Behind him, the others fumbled with their suits and bickered, as was the standard. At least it kept Kingsley out of his hair.
“That you? Gentleman loserrr?” She asked their pink-skinned get-there and get-away driver.
"Well I'm sure not winning much these days, but I still know how to treat the ladies." he chuckled to Maijan with a wink. While they vibed to the music, Kingsley had something to say about it. He suddenly squeezed his giant bird body between them, nearly pushing Kirk out of his seat and knocking his cowboy hat off. The giant latex rump now basically sitting on his lap obscured most of his view outside. Kirk accidently veered a hard left as Kinglsey pushed him around, fiddling with the console.
"Bad Kingsley, no!" he swatted at the bird man like he was a naughty pet. Kingsley soon found whatever it was he wanted and backed up. How they hadn't been obliterated while one smuggler had all but blinded the other was a mystery and a miracle. When Kirk could get a register on the battle again, they were getting close to their target.
"Now this is music! Kirk my friend, I'm gonna teach you how to live-DANK FERRIK what the hell is THAT?!"
While of course the bird's choice of battle music was a fitting tune, it was too late for Kirk to change it. They were stuck with the thumping rythmatic synths were strangely appropriate for their approach.
"That's our LZ. Now shut up while I get us there in one piece." he informed as he picked up his fallen hat.
The synths rose ever higher as they headed straight for a swarm of Maw starfighters. Kirk's astromech co-pilot, G5, manned the turret, unloading to break their formation. The lead starfighter burst into a plume of debris and fire, which Kirk performed a wide barrel roll to avoid. As his ship slipped through the starfighters he sighed a breath of release until the rear of the ship shook with the force of being hit.
"Feth G-Man, they're on our tail!"
The astromech dutifully swung the turret around to the back and gave them hell. The starfighters got a few more shots in that rocked the ship, but the junk fighter were no match for the junk freighter in the end.
As they neared one of the hangar bays, Kirk slowed the ship to avoid detection. The hangar they landed in was quiet and empty. It was perfect for the time being.
"This party bus has reached the end of the line." he laughed as he touched down and lowered the ramp for Task Force Xesh to leave into the dreaded bowels of the station. "Good luck out there. Even you Kingsley." he tipped the brim of his hat at them as they went off. He watched them move covertly towards the hangar doors. Poor bastards we're likely to get shot any time now.
Once the others were off the ship, he got up to stretch his legs and grabbed a small wooden cigar box from a nearby shelf.
"Alright G5, watch the doors for any of those Maw freaks. Papa needs to get his relax on." Kirk made sure his blaster pistol was within reach as he lit up a cigar, sat back down, and out his boots up on the ship's dashboard. He flicked a few buttons on the ship's console and returned the music to what it had been before. As the music played, he took a slow drag of smoke and sunk deeper into his seat. Now he just had to wait for the others to not die getting those plans...