It's a Mercenary thing (PM for Invite)

[SwiftGlitch]

Darryl followed his orders to the tee, he had no intention on dying in the skies, and from some damn low life bandits. It didn't take him long before he realised something that he should've mentioned awhile ago, technology wasn't his greatest ally, thinking back to the datapad before, he had no idea on how to even use that let alone an auto torret on a spaceship.

"Hey, uh we might have a slight problem with me using this thing man, I have no idea what the hell I'm meant to do, could you run me through it or something, dying isn't on my to do list today, let alone in the sky. Is this like turning on a lightsaber because that's about the best I know about technology." He rapidly replied in a serious situation like this.

 

[Lydeck]

Brahlis could not believe his misfortune. Of all the times to pick up a passenger who did not know the fundamental basics of technology, let alone defense turrets. He sighed, his gaze solely fixed on the cockpits screen in front of him as he piloted into the dark abyss of space, and into Tatooines orbit. The fighters that were pursuing them were faster and more maneuverable than the slightly larger scout based ship that he controlled. What they needed was expert piloting and a bit of luck.

Brahlis dropped his gaze to a status screen that showed a tracking progress bar. This represented the time required to warm up the hyperdrive generator before it could be used to jump into lightspeed "Crash course. There is a two handed joystick each with a red button on top near the thumb. The left button controls the firing mechanism for the left barrel of the turret, the right controls the opposite. You can either push them together or separately. The screen in front of you represents the turrets line of sight, heads up display and range. Aim at your enemies using the controls and fire at will"

 

[SwiftGlitch]

'Alright this sounds simple enough, left button fires left and the right fires the right, press them both to fire left and right'

Darryl placed his large hands on the controls and looked at the screen, he turned the controls and watched the turret move. This should be simple enough. He moved the turret again aiming at the incoming ships and pressed the two buttons which let out a long line of bullets, he moved the joystick in all kinds of directions. He lack of knowledge obviously showing.

 

[Lydeck]

Green blaster bolts scattered from the controlled turret in seemingly random patterns when in truth it was simply a lack of accuracy. Brahlis clenched his teeth as he maneuvered his craft away from the enemies fire, the scout classed ship weaving and barely avoiding damage. The JumpMaster 5000 was not designed for dogfights and possessed simple armaments consisting of one auto turret on the wing and a set of front facing blasters that were mounted in front of the cockpit. His amber eyes were constantly switching between the window and the radar as he gauged possible tactics to escape unscathed.

"They're breaking formation! Pick a target and commit to it. If you struggle to shoot one down at least keep it occupied, even for a few minutes. The hyperdrive is nearly ready"

 

[SwiftGlitch]

Darryl kept both his fingers on the buttons and tried to steadily aimed it one of the incoming thug ships, he focused the turret to the ship approaching on the right, green bolts flew past the enemy ship. The bolts were in direct line of the craft, the pilot started to maneuver in a circular motion trying to make sure he ship doesn't get damaged. Darryl followed his movements to a tee, at this point the enemy pilot had stopped firing and put most of his concentration into dodging the on coming fire, he swung up and down and even did some crazy like rolls but Darryl kept up and eventually pierced the wings of the craft, damaging it quite badly.

 

[Lydeck]

"One down, two remaining. Think you can keep this up for another five minutes? We are nearly ready to jump" Brahlis continued to maneuver the ship between laser fire but the fighters speed and agility outranked the civilian made scout craft. It was only due to witty flying they had managed to stay alive this long, that and 'Big Berthas' thick durasteel hull. She had taken a few hits but essential functions were still up and running. At best they had managed to knock a few panels of the hull exposing wires and components. If that particular area was hit again though they would be at a disadvantage.

 

[SwiftGlitch]

"God damn, can't you make it go faster or something?" Darryl replied, getting quite annoyed.

Darryl shifted the turret to the spacecraft next in line, in hopes that the same tactic would work, he fired a straight line of nothing but green, sadly after the first ship went down the other two wised up to the situation and out classed Darryl's poor shooting skills with their speed, each bullet missing them completely.

'Note to self, kill every low life that starts me, so this sh*t doesn't happen again.'
.

 

[Lydeck]

Despite their situation a laugh escaped the Kiffars lips "Hey, she may not be the fastest rig in the Galaxy but she has served me loyally without fa..." another shot hit the hull causing the ship to jerk aggressively, his hands pulling on the controls while pulling back the throttle to steady their course "Sithspit! Come on baby" the tone of his voice was slightly erratic, showing hints of fear and nervousness. He had complete faith in his ship and her abilities but it wasn't designed for combat. One of the fighters sped past their craft then turned around so that the two cockpits faced each other. Bolts of energy flew past, Brahlis responding by pressing the trigger with his index fingers which executed the front mounted turrets creating streams of blaster fire.

He managed to clip the wing causing the the fighter to spiral out of control "Two down! Three minutes until lightspeed!"

 

[Juwiela Melec]

Seemingly out of nowhere a ship appeared from behind their craft, already raining bolts of laserfire down on the one remaining ship. The pilot, a Miraluka and Human hybrid by the name of Juwiela Melec, flashed a triumphant grin, keeping right up with the maneuvers of the other pilot as they dodged and weaved, pressing hard to escape her attack. But she kept right up, returning each evasive tactic with a bolt from the guns of her ship, bringing it down in the next few moments.
With the most stressful aspect out of the way she fiddled with the comms, adjusting a few knobs before she made a connection with the craft across the way. "Couldn't help but notice that you were in a spot of trouble back there. Decent on the guns, but you want to lead to keep up with them." She nudged her ship slightly to the side to fly next to theirs. "The name's Juwiela, in case you were wondering. Before you go asking why I helped, I never pass up the chance for a good dogfight. A shame I arrived too late to really take part in this one."
She did a quick scan of the space around them before continuing to speak. "How about you, then? Not to get too personal, but I do like to know who I just helped out. If it's fine with you, that is."

[member="Lydeck"], [member="Darryl S'cayem"]

 

[Lydeck]

A sigh of relief. Thats all he could muster after watching the last ship being blown to pieces, his heart pacing frantically. Initially he expected that the bolts came from their reinforcements but what cemented his relief was a hail from the mysterious craft "Thanks, your assistance is greatly appreciated. Unfortunately our gunner here is a little new on the stick but I think he pulled through considering this was his first time looking down the sights" he teasingly chuckled to his new comrade "The name is Brahlis Lydeck. And yes, an earlier arrival would have been most fortunate. Perhaps this beauty would have sustained less damage. None the less I am grateful" he decided to keep the specifics of his occupation to a minimum. You never know how fast someone could turn into a foe once they discovered your allegiance. But he felt as if he owed the new arrival an explanation, she deserved that much "You know how it is. One minute you're running away from thugs and criminals, the next they are trying to blast you out of orbit. Story of my life"

 

[Lydeck]

[Member=Juwiela Melec]
[Member=Darryl S'cayem]

 

[SwiftGlitch]

"Hey!" He growled but then chuckled. "Ill get the hang of this thing eventually, just you watch."

Darryl stepped away from the controls and headed to the nearest chair and sat down and rested his eyes for a few moments, looking at monitors probably wasn't good for his eyesight.

'Today just keeps getting weirder and weirder, I wonder what else is going to happen,' once again lost in his own thoughts

 

[Juwiela Melec]

"Tell me about it." A quiet laugh passed from between her lips as the young pilot kept her ship flying just alongside theirs. "I've tried to avoid any conflicts with the law, now that I run with...well, the group I'm in. You'll excuse me if I don't feel privy to revealing all that much about myself just yet. We only did meet a few moments ago, after all." Juwiela glanced to the other ship, studying the two occupants she could see with her own unique version of sight, as the Force allowed her to see through any materials or objects blocking her way.
One of them was attuned to the energy field, just as she was, though his alignment was darker than anything she'd perceived before in her earlier travels as a child. "Let your gunner know that he'll get the hang of things eventually. Using the Force to help give you an insight into things helps quite a bit, and it should do the same for him. This coming from someone who has to use it just to see.
Where are you guys headed, if you don't mind my asking? I wouldn't mind meeting face-to-face if you don't, just to get a look at each other, maybe exchange a few words. Your friends back there seemed keen in wanting you out of the picture for good."

[member="Darryl S'cayem"], [member="Lydeck"]

 

[Lydeck]

Brahlis understood all too well the importance of privacy. After all one never knew when they would meet someone whos allegiance opposed your own. It was better they didn't delve too deep into details "Its fine. You helped us in our time of need, thats all I need to know. Details can often be the herald of destruction in some cases" his eyes gazed at a status screen located to the left of the controls. There were a few scuffs, scratches and a few damaged panels but nothing too serious. They would at least make it to the Protectorate safely. The comms lit up again and Juwiela suggested that they use the Force to better help their insight. This made the Kiffar smile "You're barking up the wrong tree sister. The only thing I need are my own two eyes, but I'll be sure to pass on the message."

Brahlis primed the hyperdrive, the engines whining in a high pitched noise as power was routed to the engines "Tell you what. I dont quite fancy sitting around talking after we've just been attacked. No doubt if we wait around we will encounter reinforcements. I'm sending you the co-ordinates now. After we exit light speed you should find an old mining facility on the 3rd Planets moon. Its not much to look at but they have an excellent bar there and everyone is welcome. Meet us there? We can thank you face to face"

 

[Juwiela Melec]

The mention of the mining facility gave Juwiela pause, and she studied the coordinates he sent her. 'Mining facility, and this is Protectorate space we're headed to.' Realization dawned on her, though she couldn't help but smile at the irony. 'Well, this is awkward. At least there's no Alliance insignia on this ship. That would turn all of this into trouble that no one wants, or needs. What they don't know won't hurt them, I suppose. Figuratively, at least.'
Finally she spoke up, "I'd be happy to. And you're right, using your own eyes instead of relying on someone or something else is great. In some cases it's even better than most alternatives. You know, when you actually have eyes to see with." At that she couldn't help but smile, entering the coordinates and priming the hyperdrive. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't know what makes a bar good or bad, exactly. I'm not much of a drinker myself, and I've learned that frequenting such places can often do more harm than good, no offense intended."
She reached up with a hand to adjust the coverings over her empty eye sockets. "Ready when you are. I'll be seeing the lot of you groundside."

[member="Lydeck"], [member="Darryl S'cayem"]

 

[Lydeck]

The small scout class ship disappeared in a blur of light as it entered hyperspace towards the small mining colony. While in the jump Brahlis punched in a few co ordinates and set the ships autopilot, then swiveled his chair so he faced his new companion "Your papers have been accepted. Its just a matter of you formally accepting the registration. I'm not too sure on your ranking specifics but I'm sure your talents will be trained an utilized to its full potential. The Protectorate does not fool around with the weak, and you are no weakling." The Kiffar offered the Chistori a smile and jumped out of his seat, making his way to his bedroom. It was a small dormitory that accommodated a double bed, a single storage locker and a reading light. Its design was simple and provided the basics.

They wouldn't have to wait long. In lightspeed a jump would only take an hour at the most to get to the mining colony but it was enough to provide a small rest. Once they reached their destination the ship would automatically resume atmospheric cruising speeds and send its shuttle codes to the hangar bay. If the codes were accepted they would be granted passage to dock in one of the bays. If declined a small fleet of fighters would attack and cannons would aim to shoot them down "I am expecting another ship to dock soon, they are with me." The operator on the opposite side of the comm acknowledged their codes and requested they both dock in the western hangar. His small scout ship hovered into the mining colonies orbit and landed on one of the permacrete pads, its small landing gear unfolding from the hull. Once they arrived they landing gear dropped and the Kiffar casually walked out towards the Cantina "Come, All this running has built a thirst'

[Member=Juwiela Melec]
[Member=Darryl S'cayem]

 

[SwiftGlitch]

With his eyes still closed, he acknowledged Lydeck words and gave him slow nod. Fading in and out from sleep, he heard the persons foot steps go by. Darryl slightly opened his right eye to see where he was heading, it looked like a dorm, maybe his personal room. Slowly the Chistori closed his eyes again and drifted off into a deep sleep.

[Dream]
"Doesn't look like anyone is on this ship! Everything is ours for the taking." Cheered the human.
"Don't be so loud fool, you never know with ships." Growled human two.
"Both of you shut it, I'm in charge here. Everyone search the ship, I sense a different aura to Darryl's, this one is strong, be on your guard," whispered the leader. "Darryl you're with me."
[End Dream]

Darryl felt a thud as the ship landed, sheepishly he got up as the ramp dropped and followed Lydeck.
"Yeah me too." He replied.

 

[Juwiela Melec]

((OOC: Sorry about the late reply, notifications are being weird.))

Her own ship landed not too long after, and she did one last double-check of all the systems before shutting it down and stepping down, studying her surroundings with the Force and locating the only two familiar signatures. With a small smile Juwiela followed after them, catching up after a moment and matching their pace, momentarily grateful once more for the fact that she carried no insignia that would identify as her as a member of the Alliance. And if she played her cards right for the time she was on the planet, there wouldn't be any other cause for concern.
"If you don't mind my asking, what exactly did you do to provoke our friends back there? I mean, I've seen people like them attack ships for no reason before, believe me. But it begs the question regardless." A pause. "Assuming you're comfortable with releasing such information, that is."
As they entered the cantina she took stock of her surroundings yet again, noting another man she'd met under similar circumstances on another planet. He'd been far younger than these two at least appeared to be, and far more arrogant as well. Well, arrogant was a kind word. As long as these two were kind enough and allowed her to leave unhindered when the time came she was content with whatever time was spent here.
She turned to the Chistori, studying him for a long moment before she finally spoke. "So, Force-sensitive, huh? I get the feeling that you haven't had much training." She paused for a moment. "I apologize if my bluntness is cause for offense. I've been called straightforward before."

[member="Darryl S'cayem"], [member="Lydeck"]

 

[SwiftGlitch]

Darryl sat down at the bar within the cantina and ignored the question from the person who saved them and called over the bartender, the bartender wore a white torn t-shirt and a light brown tattered trousers, not the usual get up for one in hospitality but hey if the man could pour him an ale, it really doesn't concern the Chistori.
As the bartender approach he could see his features better, he had brown eyes, a button nose and military haircut.

"An ale, bar keep!" Asked Darryl.

As he ordered he heard the lady ask him a question, this time about him, he turned to her and snarled at her.

"That is none of your concern." He growled.