Resident Space Pirate
Naboo Atmosphere/ Outside of Theed
Allies: ASA and Allies
Enemies: OP and Allies
Objective: Survive.
"Why are you here?"
To that, Luna only smiled. "The Authorita doona need ev'y able boodde?" Truth be known there was loot to be havin' and a whole lot of it. "Heh... 'sides I fly thes betta than ya." Even fueled on whiskey. The blue-hair scalawag had to all but pry his hands from the pilot's seat. No, take that back. She had to pry each finger, unbuckle, and then throw him to the others. Venz, obviously not the type that had even been on the run from Republic forces before, had froze in the midst of tailing a rift of ships aiming to go planetside and they almost said hello to the fishes with his sore attempt. It was all she could do to stay fastened, but the last bout that took out one of their engines and sent them careening into a Protectorate ship... the pirate had never moved so fast in her life.
Venz may or may not have a broke finger or two.
The transport lurched, skimming one of the noses of the defense fleet, her inked fingers went sprawling over the controls. The process seemed so slow, even as she took control, giving the enemies a rather large silver view of their belly. Vega had not even sat, instead was hunched over the controls until they were at least clear of that one ship she knocked sideways. There was no doubt that now they were in their sights clear as a day on Sullust. Gunmetal eyes narrowed beneath the fall of azure bangs and she pulled hard to the left to straighten out. "Buckle up, boys." The Protectorate vessel was gaining on them, she could feel it, but not explain it. Shouldda... put the harness on...
A rather massive chunk of debris fell in to view and she sucked in a breath. One. Two... Before there had been no time left, the carrier nose-dived causing the hull to shake, the passengers to be jarred. The tip of their back end brushed what had to be a piece of another that had been ripped to pieces. Either way, it was the opposition's problem now, the one that had been trailing her. Them. This wasn't personal, it was just survival, and so far the guts of the ship were giving her body a beating.
There was an opening and a very small one at that. Time was ticking away like a bomb and if they stayed much longer, they'd be dead. Luna Vega prayed to the stars then, no gods, just the galaxy and set the coordinates.
Scared, terrified out of her wits, she finally succumbed to the pilot's chair, strapping in as quickly as possible. "Here. WE. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Punching the throttle, every being was threw back into their seats, a blue glow, both lighter and brighter than the shades of her hair streamed into view. Space now only a backdrop, the view port now offered a canopy of trees. Before she could gain her barrings, fire hailed from the sky sending the not entirely destroyed carrier then, now sailing through the Nabioan skyline off schedule and away from any landing zone.
Instinctively, she tried to put them back on course, but was unable. So instead she had to make due with what could be done and that was to try and soften their land as the ground seemed to be thrown at them. Another bout of fire struck and they spun once, facing the opposite direction, causing the stern to fall into the dirt first. "Get out," she said softly at first. "GET OUT." Meanwhile her hands shook as she fumbled to release herself from the chair. They moved and the ship creaked, then began to rock, and with a sudden slam she threw her hands on the controls to brace herself.
When she turned to look back at the men, she sighed, "Feth." At least four were down, bleeding out from the fall from their mouths. There was blood everywhere and the harder she looked, more bodies. Finally, Luna stood, or attempted to and managed to crawl to the back end of the ship that had fallen off, been blown off. She was not entirely sure, but as it were, it seemed the only way to get out. Pulling a couple pistols from the deceased, Vega trudged forward until she mostly fell the short distance to the ground below. "Feth. Feth. Feth." Frustrated and banged up, the young woman stood and stuffed the two weapons in respective empty slots. Her neck rolled to the left, then the right. Crraaaack. Not quite a dozen men spilled out after her then and she shook her head. "Go time?" she asked with a short laugh.
They nodded and her hand came behind her to unsheathe the machete. "What's our location, darlin'?"
"Quite the distance to the objective, but as we stand... just outside of Theed."
Allies: ASA and Allies
Enemies: OP and Allies
Objective: Survive.
"Why are you here?"
To that, Luna only smiled. "The Authorita doona need ev'y able boodde?" Truth be known there was loot to be havin' and a whole lot of it. "Heh... 'sides I fly thes betta than ya." Even fueled on whiskey. The blue-hair scalawag had to all but pry his hands from the pilot's seat. No, take that back. She had to pry each finger, unbuckle, and then throw him to the others. Venz, obviously not the type that had even been on the run from Republic forces before, had froze in the midst of tailing a rift of ships aiming to go planetside and they almost said hello to the fishes with his sore attempt. It was all she could do to stay fastened, but the last bout that took out one of their engines and sent them careening into a Protectorate ship... the pirate had never moved so fast in her life.
Venz may or may not have a broke finger or two.
The transport lurched, skimming one of the noses of the defense fleet, her inked fingers went sprawling over the controls. The process seemed so slow, even as she took control, giving the enemies a rather large silver view of their belly. Vega had not even sat, instead was hunched over the controls until they were at least clear of that one ship she knocked sideways. There was no doubt that now they were in their sights clear as a day on Sullust. Gunmetal eyes narrowed beneath the fall of azure bangs and she pulled hard to the left to straighten out. "Buckle up, boys." The Protectorate vessel was gaining on them, she could feel it, but not explain it. Shouldda... put the harness on...
A rather massive chunk of debris fell in to view and she sucked in a breath. One. Two... Before there had been no time left, the carrier nose-dived causing the hull to shake, the passengers to be jarred. The tip of their back end brushed what had to be a piece of another that had been ripped to pieces. Either way, it was the opposition's problem now, the one that had been trailing her. Them. This wasn't personal, it was just survival, and so far the guts of the ship were giving her body a beating.
There was an opening and a very small one at that. Time was ticking away like a bomb and if they stayed much longer, they'd be dead. Luna Vega prayed to the stars then, no gods, just the galaxy and set the coordinates.
Scared, terrified out of her wits, she finally succumbed to the pilot's chair, strapping in as quickly as possible. "Here. WE. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Punching the throttle, every being was threw back into their seats, a blue glow, both lighter and brighter than the shades of her hair streamed into view. Space now only a backdrop, the view port now offered a canopy of trees. Before she could gain her barrings, fire hailed from the sky sending the not entirely destroyed carrier then, now sailing through the Nabioan skyline off schedule and away from any landing zone.
Instinctively, she tried to put them back on course, but was unable. So instead she had to make due with what could be done and that was to try and soften their land as the ground seemed to be thrown at them. Another bout of fire struck and they spun once, facing the opposite direction, causing the stern to fall into the dirt first. "Get out," she said softly at first. "GET OUT." Meanwhile her hands shook as she fumbled to release herself from the chair. They moved and the ship creaked, then began to rock, and with a sudden slam she threw her hands on the controls to brace herself.
When she turned to look back at the men, she sighed, "Feth." At least four were down, bleeding out from the fall from their mouths. There was blood everywhere and the harder she looked, more bodies. Finally, Luna stood, or attempted to and managed to crawl to the back end of the ship that had fallen off, been blown off. She was not entirely sure, but as it were, it seemed the only way to get out. Pulling a couple pistols from the deceased, Vega trudged forward until she mostly fell the short distance to the ground below. "Feth. Feth. Feth." Frustrated and banged up, the young woman stood and stuffed the two weapons in respective empty slots. Her neck rolled to the left, then the right. Crraaaack. Not quite a dozen men spilled out after her then and she shook her head. "Go time?" she asked with a short laugh.
They nodded and her hand came behind her to unsheathe the machete. "What's our location, darlin'?"
"Quite the distance to the objective, but as we stand... just outside of Theed."
