I've Got A Miner in Fleeting (Open to all)

[Delaney Wilder]

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OUTER RIM​

ABANDONED MINING OUTPOST​

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The Errant Fleet: a collection of wanderers, scavengers, smugglers, more.

They experienced first-hand what the Galaxy had to offer to them and made the executive decision to go and do something else with their time. The wars got exhausting, the endless power struggle between Jedi and Sith infuriating, the tyranny of the systems overwhelming and they decided to find a life away from all that.

A life amidst the stars.

Anyone could join. The affiliation didn't matter- as long as you pulled your weight, worked hard and didn't bother anyone? You were good to go to disappear into a routine of salvage, exploration and freedom.

The Errant Fleet reversed from Hyperspace in stages, as it often did. The scout corvettes first, followed close by the battle-ready starships that could take a beating if they accidentally stumbled upon pirates. Only once the lane was clear, did the rest of the fleet reverse- the duo of gargantuan living-ships and a host of smaller freighters and other assortment of civilian ships.

They looked rough. Salvaged and barely held together by duct-tape and maybe some prayers.

But they were free.

Place of arrival? An asteroid field scouted out a few days ago. It had an abandoned mining outpost, Czerka, before their corporate destruction two decades back. It wasn't operational anymore as far as the Pathfinders could see, but there was enough salvage to make it a worthwhile trip as far as the scanners could determine.

Objectives were simple.

Dock. Explore.

Take what you can. Give nothing back.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

She knew what was going on, and that was fine. The handful of families aboard the Dawn Treader were concerned with the changes in their lifestyle. Since Coren had come back and jumped into the war machine of the Alliance and Kaia and Jared hung around the Coalition, the home-ship was not continuing its diverse flights anymore, and could put some of the families, especially the ones with bounties on their heads at risk. Kaia, who had taken it upon herself to make the best calls she could for her ship, was reaching at straws.

That was until she had come across more Wardens, and the murmurs of a fleet arising, an Errant Fleet. She had her duty to the Coalition and she knew it would only be a matter of time until her father found out what she was doing, but these people? This was where she wanted to live aboard. And see what she could do to help. She was aboard her home-ship for the first time in a while, other Starchaser Enterprises vessels were with them, and she had noticed a Gentes moving in with some of the mining vessels.

For her? Nah, that wasn’t going to work.

The Dawn Treader was a former Victory Class Star Destroyer that had found new life. She was a ship to help defend fighters and was working her way into the mainstay of the Errant warships. Kaia though, was making her way to her smaller freighter. She had an appointment of stalking Runi seeing what was on the Station, and maybe seeing if she could offer her services as a pathfinder going forward.

[member="Jackson Singh"]

 

[Malik Locke]

Malik's old 720 was the last ship to drop out of hyperspace.

As soon as he flashed back into normal space, he had to make a quick turn to avoid grazing the side of The Dawn Treader.

Malik's voice crackled through the radio as he sped past the ship "Sorry about that about that, a little miscalculation. I really should get this piece of chit checked out."

He continued ahead towards the scouts and the mining outpost. "Anyone getting any life readings on that place? And do we know if there's an atmosphere down there? I'd really like to not wear an Enviro-suit the entire damn time."

Malik slowed the ship to a crawl on auto pilot, set to orbit the outpost at 10km, as he left the cockpit and climbed down the ladder to go to the crew quarters to pick up his usual gear.
An E-11 blaster stolen during his escape from prison, an annoyingly heavy two-handed plasma cutter, that damn Enviro-suit, and just a little bit of spice in case he had to be there longer than he wanted.