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Hira Mitsae

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
POINT TATEN​
OUTER RIM​
[member="Rohak Vizsla"] | [member="Sabetha Tag"]​
Point Taten was busier than it ought to be at this time a year, but that shouldn't have surprised them.

The Imperial Mandates created by the First Order and the Sith Empire had raged havok across the normal hyperlanes. Suddenly tariffs had to be paid, permits had to be requested, people were being hassled if they had any contact with the Alliance before. You know. The usual chit when a new super-power came knocking and started throwing their weight around. It wasn't any different for the former Alliance territories.

Taten was a couple of parsecs left from Coalition space.

Meaning? Smuggler paradise.

People didn't give a chit here and with a lack of oversight suddenly companies realized that calculating the fuel costs? Hit home that it would be more beneficial to take the long route around, instead of traversing the Imperial Mandate.

Ain't that a schutta, eh?

Hira chewed absently at a chocolate candy cane she had snatched back on Terminus. Tasty and she had a few more in the box left, soooo. "Sensors lookin' fine, Sab." She murmured as Sabetha made some minuscule adjustments to their approach.

They were running cold for the most part.

"Ey, Roh, we almost bridged da gap. Ya will have 'bout-" She took another look at the array. Making some small calculations in her head, before nodding softly. "Yah, five o' so minutes, before their rotary scouts come 'round again. Should be enough to open da doors so we can come knocking with da pods." Rohak knew better than most how to approach Zero-G, so he would get out there in space first. Open up an entry, so they could follow suit behind him. Then they could drain the anti-matter and from there... well, then it would be right back towards the juicy part.

Explosions.

"Lookin' good, Sab." Another soft murmur and then some chewing noises. Mmm. Chocolate.
 
Per habit the dar'manda checked a few times his gear and equipment making sure nothing vital was missing. He'd ignored the jabs from the two girls throughout their journey to Point Taten and mainly stayed away from the two preferring much more the company of a hyperdrive than Hira and Sab's.

"Ey, Roh, we almost bridged da gap. Ya will have 'bout- " Rohak frantically decreased her volume. She'd boosted her stupid mic. Again. "Yah, five o' so minutes, before their rotary scouts come 'round again. Should be enough to open da doors so we can come knocking with da pods."

The pirate glanced at the sensor feed of the ship which had been hooked into his buy'ce's HUD. All good. For now. The airlock slid open with a silent thud and Rohak hurled himself forward.

Space hopping. Zero-G. All felt like home to him. The burden of weight gone setting him free and cleansing his mind. Only thing remained within his mind - opening the hangar doors from the outside. His approach was near perfect, he'd used only briefly the capabilities of his thruster pack to adjust his trajectory. Rohak's mag boots connected to the door and he quickly found the panel...which oddly looked different than Sab and Hira had told him it would.

It looked new.

A glance on his sensors told him he didn't have time for needless questions as the rotary scouts were nearing once. A plasma torch sliced the panel off and the rigging began. Fortunately, he had learned more than just a few tricks over the years and the doors slowly pulled apart from their tight embrance.

"Doors open." He muttered through the intercomm.

This was too easy than it should have been.

Something was wrong.


[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Sabetha Tag"]
 
"Still say we should have just jacked the whole ship," Sabetha muttered. She'd been over ruled, like this was some kind of democracy (it was, but she still grumbled about it).

She shifted the ship's course slightly, adjusting so they moved up smoothly, getting the point where Rohak would be exiting lined up as close as possible to where he needed to end up. Still would have been a challenge if he didn't have that particular skill set. But with it? Tilting her head, she watched the holo feed.

"You know, he's almost kinda graceful like this. Like a.... swan in a tin can or something." An aside to Hira, not over the comm. She hadn't given him that much leeway, but in the middle of an actual plan she wasn't going to poke him deliberately. Especially when he needed to concentr-

"Oh, that was easy," she said, a touch surprised. At the same time, her brow furrowed.

They had discussed the plan. There were potential issues, many of them they'd just have to meet head on when they got there. This was.... not one of the issues they'd discussed. They had all hinged on *problems* occurring. Getting in too easy? Honestly, they hadn't been expecting that.

Sabetha was used to being lucky. As a general thing, stuff worked out for her, even when it shouldn't. That didn't mean nothing went wrong, however, and something being too easy wasn't the same as good luck. All of them had been around the block enough for this to set alarm bells ringing.

She and Hira got up and headed to the hatch nonetheless. Already mostly suited up, it was just a matter of helmets and checking the line Rohak had strung. Sabetha had rigged a slave control to the freighter on the way here, and she slipped that into a pocket before checking the locks on the helmet again.

She would have stayed on the ship, honestly. She wasn't good in z-g and knew it. Maybe with time and practice but this was literally the second time in her life she was trying it and the first time had been whoa nelly no good. But the set up to siphon off the anti-matter needed two sets of hands- which would leave these two entirely uncovered if she'd stayed in the ship. So instead she would handle one half of that process- leaving one of the others free to watch their backs. Better one of them, with how little control she had in this situation.

Using the line as a guide, she pushed off, hauling the tubing they needed and meeting Rohak at the opposite hatch with Hira not far behind.

[member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Hira Mitsae"]
 

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