Liberation

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren had been keeping on eye on a lot of things. And working very long hours lately. Working for the Levantines, both in their Frontiers Corp and Astro Academy, was great, and he was hoping that some of his students were enjoying the classes. But he was also doing his secondary function of helping out the Underground and his partner [member="Khaleel Malvern"] with a few things. Just keeping the galaxy ready in case the worst should happen, really. But he was doing his best. He was keeping himself honest and he didn’t involve any of the students in his Underground world.

Plus, it was all part and parcel of his gig. He was a Warden of the Sky. Sure, Unknown Regions, where he was working on an exploration ask of his own, for AEI. He really did need to contact Jaster… but until then? He had a few more things for the Underground in mind.

He was flying in Tiburon, his more… attack ship, with a detachment of Underground folk with him. What he had planned? Make a quick run, with his ship and a handful of other freighters, and commandeer a few CR-90s. There were some pirate-slavers around the bones of Fringe Space and that just wasn’t going to do. He knew that Event Horizon was close by, and she was being used as an exploration vessel, as well as a sometimes friendly port, because lets face it, Coren helped ‘travelers’ all the time.

“Transmitting coordinates to your computers. We’ll jump in. Fire off some ion and mag pulse missiles, see if we can jam their comms and get moving. The slavers are using this as a dock. We pull a few of those Corvettes and we can bring ‘em back to the Underground, set them up all neat and happy.” Because one of the worst things was having to run and not know where you were going after an incursion against an enemy. Especially the Sith, especially after you lost some fingers.

“Jump on my mark.”

And he started the count down.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

"Roger that Tiburon. Escort Seven standing by. We are go on your mark."

Roberts flipped the switches on board her Q3 Longshot. A missile bomber used by members of the Underground Operations Unit. Her wingman shared her specs but his temperament was far removed from normal. Blats Merr was a trigger-happy Ithorian with braces on his knees. Odd duck to be sure. Though, he was infamous as a pirate bomber with plenty of smash-n-grabs to his name. Alongside Karen? They'd be sure to make a lot of noise.

"Escort Eight? ...Remember now Blats. These missiles are for smashing the goons, not our baby warships. Let's not blow the whole gig in one go."

~/ My trigger finger is yours to command Lady Jedi. ~/ I shall not fire upon our trophies. ~/ Rest assured.

"Good enough."

The twin Longshots stood ready. It was party time. [member="Coren Starchaser"] had the ball.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He nodded as he finished the check in from the rest of Escort Team. Three freighters, Tiburon and the Longshots. Should be enough to burst in, land and get back out again. Maybe it was Coren growing old, or the fact he hadn’t found the perfect Santhe product to fly again, but aside from his Rassilon? He preferred the cockpit of the larger vessels. He’d need to send an anonymous request out to Santhe. And maybe CEC… Joint project?

Yeah, Coren was an odd one. Imperial leaning but still declaring his jihad on the Sith Empire. No Empire had done it as well as the ones he was used to. And none would fit that mold anymore.

He wasn’t bringing Spark along for this, which was a bit nerve wracking for him, but Coren did have a co-pilot. One of the Chiss he picked up on Csilla as a refugee. He wanted to test this Chiss and looking over to his number 2 seat and NOT seeing the blonde? Bugged him a bit.

“Alright all ships jump. Longshots you’re on point to take down any mounted guns. I’ve got the fighters. We’ll have Slash jump in to cover our backs. Freighters, pick your corvettes, I’ll lead you in.”

And hopefully the pair of TwinTails on loan would help him as well.

He nodded to Nada, the Chiss and the ship leapt towards the target zone.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

The war party jumped to hyperspace and the trail of stars surrounded them. Moments later the star popped back into realspace and Karen squinted against her crimson visor. A medium sized space station orbiting a moon. That must be the target. She must be an industrial dock with space for a sector trading post. Nothing special on the scans.

"Thermal is hot. Reading a single Frigate on guard duty. Our babies are sitting nice and quiet in drydock. How about you Blats?"

~/ There are other signatures beyond the home star. ~/ Solar interference. ~/ No IDs. ~/ We should proceed quickly to avoid their company.

"Agreed."

Karen could feel it. This was almost too easy. She decided to call it in.

"Tiburon this is Escort Seven. We've got unnumbered boogies behind the sun and multiple sensor shrouds at the edge of our sensors. Recommend a look see. ...We are proceeding to target. That station will be blind, deaf, and dumb; soon enough. Blats, let's hit it."

~/ With pleasure my lady

...

The Longshots began a spiral twist towards the space station. They'd hit it straight.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Part of him really wished he was in his Rassilon. But the man in charge, well, it was his operation but he’d never, not once, claim himself in charge of the Jedi Peacock. That one? She was tough. He wondered if she would ever take a spot on his rotating team of anti-Sith super heroes. Maybe someday. If not? He was just damned glad she was on his team. Yes, this was all because of her Force signature and the limited interactions he had with her.

One that he really needed to get to know better.

When the minor fleet exited hyperspace, it was just what he was hoping to find. The psychometrist, yes it’s a word today, was hoping that his knowledge was right. What he felt out here, and what he heard, was that its main protection was its secrecy.

The other part of that knowledge?

They had fifteen minutes. “Roger that, Escort. You heard the lady. Get moving. Tiburon has the lead. We’re moving for the ‘vettes.” And the clock was ticking. The Corellian sped ahead, letting his Chiss co-pilot take the lead right now. He was working on a few things.

Sitting back, he fell into the Force he reached out to the pilots, the ones he could feel strongly, the ones he couldn’t and the ones using the Force. It wasn’t battle meditation, but in an advanture like this? No matter how blue-milk the run was, he needed to be ready.

And he had to start building some plots. Rebellion Actual where these would be going, to start. Then they’d jump elsewhere, get moving and start working as shadowports. Hopefully [member="Khaleel Malvern"] was right and they could sneak the Void Station back out from under the Techno Union noses.

[member="Karen Roberts"] knew what she was doing, he didn’t have to cover her arse. But still… He reached out to her in the Force for a moment, giving a nudge. Then back to work. Making each freighter and their respective corvette an escape vector to scatter and meet back at Actual.

Why couldn’t Jorus be here?

 

[Jsc]

The first shot from the Frigate missed as Karen replied with cannon fire. The second shot broke against her shields and Roberts switched to missiles. Shields popped and Blats echoed her que. The first four warheads they released tore the Frigate a new lung right across her forehead. The concussion ripped her in two.

"Frigates toasty. Blats, on station. I've got top. You take bottom."

~/ Ladies first.

"Cheeky."

Karen smirked as she rolled towards the stations top. Flak started falling and her shields hadn't regen'd yet. Her wing got a little crispy before the station's shield popped. Then it was just another volley of red death and the station was venting scrap instead of gun flak.

"Tiburon, station's disabled. She's venting air over the trade spire but she's stable. The ball's all yours."

She flipped the switch and pulled up alongside Blats. Scans showed his ship was still green,

"You good?"

~/ Only one turret on the bottom. ~/ I'm golden. ~/ You?

"Four. ...And they got my paint."

~/ Just a trophy. ~/ How's our boogies?

"Lost em' in the melee. Scopes clean. ...Why?"

~/ Defenses are too light. ~/ I don't like it. ~/ Where's the meat, huh?

"The Commander's an Instinctive. It's our lucky day."

~/ Ah. ~/ Must be nice. ~/ Orders?

"Shrouds. Take the Epsilon. I'll run over to Delta. ...Keep it light."

~/ Roger. Moving to recon. ~/ Eight out.

...

The two bombers separated to run scans across the battle-space. Coren had the ball.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

See? This was why he loved flying with the Underground. Best pilots he knew. Better than that Rebel Alliance and their Rogue Squadron. Put all the pilots he flew with here in fighters and give them a task? Yeah, stand back.

And clearing space lanes from pirates? Helped his quota for Warden of the Sky work.

Logging the jump coordinates in the system, he could hear the conflict coming out. Shots were being fired, but redundant shields on the freighters… He was going to need to talk to Silk about purchasing an insertion specialized Niathal-class, or, y’know, a dozen or so of them. Once the last of the coordinates were set, he nodded. Escape plan was ready.

“Roger that, Escort Seven. By my count we might be eight minutes until we’ve got company? Station clear, our teams are moving in. We’ll be cutting it tight. You’ve got command to call in Slash Squad, when it gets thick.” He had other things to work on.

Turning to the Chiss, he nodded. “Watch the sensors.” Coren opened up the stabilizers on his Tiburon and began taking a defensive perimeter on the freighters. They were landing but he was taking shots at the dorsal turrets on all the corvettes. Just enough to muck them up for a bit. The crews knew this plan was going to prevent

“Twins, take up escort around the second and third carriers. Three is our prize. We need that pocket carrier.” Coren turned to the clock. Under five.

Terrific. Once they showed up, he'd have his work cut out for him. If Escort calls in Slash that'll be more bodies to worry about, if they don't... Well, between [member="Karen Roberts"], her wing, his piloting, the freighters and the TwinTails? Life was going to be good. He just had a plan. For everything.

 

[Jsc]

Blats and Roberts cleared four shrouds as the other teams worked their magic. Their search for surprises lead them out too far however. The signatures on the other side of the home star perked up again. Two fighters and a freighter. Worse, the freighter dropped a beacon.

"Blats, we got incoming."

~/ No. ~/ These are just decoys. ~/Look.

Karen frowned. He was right. Their new boogies we doubling back to play bait. Hoping their small numbers would draw Karen to make a mistake and dive after them.

"More shrouds?"

~/ No. ~/ Beacon's hot. ~/ They're jumping in reinforcements. ~/ Probably go hot, then swing around to hit us head on.

"They're trying to pull us away from the station."

~/ Then it's the Commander to worry about.

"Agreed. ...Tiburon. This is Escort. We've got a decoy party out here playing mouse. Watch your six. Looks like trouble. We're coming back to you now."

No sooner had she given her report then did four more pirate gunships jump into realspace. Just beyond the space station and already in attack pattern.

"Damn. Should have that coming!."

~/ Wait. ~/ No, It's a double. ~/ Pincer. ~/ Check the star again. ~/ Use visuals.

Ah. She didn't see the second jump. Clever. They had dumped some more ships in behind the star to hide the thermal spike from her sensors. That beacon was doing good work. Clever pirates these.

"Tiburon. We've got more vessels slipping in behind the star. Thermals buggered, numbers unknown."

~/ ...Six. ~/ Looks like more freighters. ~/ Nothing special.

"Make that six signatures. Retasking to your airspace for the fireworks. We've got company."

The Longshots retreated from their recon and rounded back towards the space station. As they did, seven small freighters came skipping around the sun with their two starfighter escorts in tow. 80 seconds to approach. Plenty of time.

...

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He kept his eyes on the scanners and his mind on the teams. Freighters were making touch down, airlocks were popping and the Underground members were aboard the frigates. Wouldn’t take long from here. The crews had to seal up the ships, stun the crews on board, and force them into the escape pods. If they could. Death was, as always, a necessary evil, and with the pirates, it didn’t matter to Coren, but he wanted to keep the Underground clean on this as best he could. They needed these ships.

They didn’t need an enemy.

Time was running up. “Crews. You have to get those corvettes started. NOW.” Coren broadcast out to the corvettes, well, the comms that the teams had. The corvettes were going to move, they were going to make a three point jump with their freighter and then make it to Underground friendly stations for retrofit.

If they survived.

“Roger that, Escort. Twins and I are moving to link with you. Lets see if we can do this without calling the cavalry. Corvettes are powering up.” They needed to turn and burn. Coren reached back intot he Force, that wild, chaotic and excited side that most called the Dark Side, what he called the Living Force… what he called the Force. He was going to try to grab to Twintails, and be ready. “We don’t need to beat them, just survive.”

And weapons were hot. As soon as the incoming were firing, Coren was juking and returning. He turned to his co-pilot. “Watch the shields, watch the corvettes. When the first one jumps let me know.” Of course, he’d feel it.

Time to go to work.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

The Longshots came roaring over the space station with a happy twist. Karen and Blats would start with the four gunships. They were already engaged with the war party, so this would be quick.

Escort Squad worked together rather than splitting up. They used cannons to pop the gunships shields and minded the outbound fire so as to judge the damage more correctly. Karen and Blats didn't even have to fire missiles. Coren and his men did the rest. When only one gunship remained the Longshots retasked to the incoming freighters from the sun.

"Blats I'm going to pull the Starfighters. Engage if you get an opening. We're just buying time now."

~/ Understood.

Escort Squad dumped missiles to break up the enemy formation. Then Karen dived to pull the Starfighters attention. Another four missiles into a freighter and she had their attention. Blats had to go wide, to keep from being burnt up by the dorsal guns that the freighters kept peppering on him.

"Cross me. I'm coming to you."

~/ Same. ~/ Go left.

"Going left."

The two Longshots turned about to face each other, then came screaming past with a twist. The pirates saw this coming and didn't bait for it. However, only the Starfighters got out in time for the fireworks. Karen put four more dots into the ships following Blats Longshot. Ouch.

"Tiburon. We're outgunned and playing for time. Let's get some exit coordinates lined up, yeah? I'd prefer not to have dump all my ammo on these guys."

~/ But my dear girl? ~/ I don't mind it at all.

Blats loosed another four missiles as he banked around and broke another pirate freighter into two pieces. Smashing their ugly ship into dull explosions and littering debris of scrap. ...Well then? At least somebody was having fun.

Karen kept the enemy Starfighters on a long leash. She didn't have the engines to do much more. Hopefully those corvettes were ready to get the smoke outta' here.

...

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Right, battle time. Coren cracked his neck and stretched his back until he felt the relaxing pop in his spine. Now he was ready, adjusted and prepped. S-foils on the Tiburon were opened and blaster fire was filling the cabin. This was what he needed. Coren was always game for a bit of a dog fight, even if he was flying a ship that outweighed the next enemy by at least twice. Gunships were smaller than this one. And the sounds in the cabin from the guns? Music to his ears.

The last gunship went down and he was seeing the reports streaming on the corvettes. “Tiburon, we’re moving out and away from the station. Quad turrets are armed on Corvettes two and three. One is reporting malfunctions.”

Coren nodded and double tapped the comm as Karen messaged in. Right! Exit plan.

“I’ve got a path lined up. First two jumps will get you on some heavy paths, third will get you back to Actual But that’s up to you.” He looked at the systems again, all corvettes were breaking from the dock.

“Get moving, we’ve got your six.” He turned his channels to the Twintails. “Give Escort some cover, we’re good over here.” He opened fire himself, passing over the Longshots and right into the enemy fighters. Stalling tactics until the 'Vettes hit lightspeed.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

With Coren granting cover the last of the pirates had to think twice before chasing down Escort Squad. Which was good. Bombers ain't Interceptors. Speed was everything out here. If you were slower? You were toast.

Karen grabbed the codes and plugged them into her nav computer. She was ready to jump,

"Blats. Codes are good. Let's hit it."

~/ Ready when you are.

Roberts nodded and spun around. Together they peeled away after the corvettes and then jumped to hyperspace. They dumped dummy beacons upon reentry to real space and then jumped again. Always just a few moments behind the corvettes. However, Coren would probably catch up to them and shave off the clock. Bomber hyperdrives ain't nothing special, after all.

Escort Squad reentered real space again and Rebel Actual appeared cleanly on her scopes. The corvettes were already on super cruise ahead of them and heading into refit. Ah... Back in one piece. Mission accomplished.

"Nice work back there Blats. I think you earned your paycheck today."

~/ Darn right I did. ~/ Two against seven? ~/ Now that's worth a new paint job.

"Ha. You'll get used to being outnumbered, Blats. Trust me."

~/ Ouch. ~/ Hurt me. ~/ No thank you.

Karen chuckled at the crazy Ithorian. He wasn't much of a pacifist like his brethren. He enjoyed the fireworks of missiles and cannons, far too much.

"Okay. Thanks again Blats. Catch you at the Red sometime. Drinks are on me."

~/ Human customs. ~/ I agree. ~/ Force be with you Lady Roberts. ~/ This one is bugging out.

Blue brought her bomber into dock as Blats flew off to other adventures. Finally. Time to get out of this helmet and see how R2 was holding up. The corvettes could look after themselves.

...

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Standard Underground procedure. No one jumped alone, but there was never a jump that was all together. Shipboard clocks and computers were synced, and hell, aside from the group arriving together here, the staging area before the station? That had ships arriving in pairs and trios from all over, all at the same time. And from here? They’d run, dump dummies, run again, dump some more and then make it to one of the Underground cleared shadowports, or another.

The freighters, TwinTails and Tiburon were doing what they were here for, taking down missiles before they hit the corvettes and giving the fighters something immediate to worry about. Of course, there were those pilots who had the skill to avoid enemy fire and head for their target. Coren had to handle those, but the fire coming from the Tiburon was heavy and hard hitting. Made short work of those. “Vette one and two away, Freights, watch your ladies. See you at Red.”

And as he spoke, the third corvette ran into hyperspace. Coren and the TwinTails, piloted by … oh what were their names? He needed to get better at that, were alone with the enemy.

“Okay boys, free to get out of here. First round is on me!” Coren ordered as he took a shot at the fighters, watching the TwinTails jump away. He was right behind them, and met up at the first rally point. Beacons were sent, another rally point, the same thing.

With the instinctive astrogation, and familiarity with the final rally point, Coren pulled in just as the first corvette entered real space. As he started his landing cycle.

“Actual, this is Starchaser. We’ve got three ladies who need a wardrobe. See what you can do.” He grinned at Nada. “Well, we did that. I think you can safely say you’re part of my crew now.” Coren got up and slapped the Chiss on the shoulder. “C’mon, I got first round.” Might run into [member="Karen Roberts"] there too. She was easy to find, blue hair and all.

 

[Jsc]

Karen parked her Longshot with the rest of Actual's birds and dumped her pilot's adapter with the mechanics. Her EVA suit was equipped with a coolant garment too. So no need to run straight to the refresher after a dogfight. She wasn't sweating it like other pilot's might be by now. Instead, she threw her helmet back into her own XwR and decided to go get a drink. Karen had never been to Red Shift before. Figured with a crew of three thousand running around this place? Couldn't hurt to try the grub.

"Watch the ship R2. I'll be back in an hour. ...And no flirting. You leave that shop vac alone mister. I mean it."

~/ dwoo dwoo (

Karen smirked as her astromech shook his head. Some days he was just too smart for his own good.

___

Red Shift, Lower Restaurant

Blue took a seat at one of the tall tables and pulled up a chair. The holomenu appeared and she began flipping through the pages. It wasn't fabulous with choices. However, it did have an exotic menu of dishes from all around the galaxy. The Underground really did get pilots from all corners of the universe. Looks like they brought in quite a variety of food stuffs too. ...Nice.

She walked up the window and placed her order. Stepping into line with species and salvagers of every kind. It was strange seeing so few humans around. She had been getting used to Fondorian scenery, I suppose. Used to being majority all the time. Well... At least her blue hair didn't seem so out-of-place here. It even matched the cook's leathery skin. Fancy that?

Roberts returned to her table and pulled out a tea stick to de-stim. She had learned from another pilot that sucking on one of these helped you de-stim faster after a combat mission. Get rid of all that adrenaline in your system and let your belly start working right again. Karen could have used the Force to purge the chemicals but that took meditation and usually a cold shower too. This would work for now.

She eyed the door when she felt a familiar signature enter the room. It appeared she wouldn't be eating alone, after all...

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Leaving the ship, Coren laughed. They pulled it off. He tapped the Tiburon’s hull in a loving manner. “Did good, girl.” Yeah, ships were family to him. All his, and his real family’s. He pointed at the Deck Officer. “Reload her, check her fuel, and systems. Should be fine, but lets be safe, yeah?” Especially if Nada was going to be flying it every so often now.

***

Coren and Nada made their way to the Red Shift. It was like coming home. Between here and the Blind Jump on Oswaft, they were Coren’s main haunts. Underground Bar on Bespin taking up the third biggest bar for a Coren sighting. And the writer realized he use the name three times in a paragraph. Oh well.

The Chiss and Corellian made their way into the bar and Coren greeted a few other pilots, ones from the mission and most from other missions. Pointing at the bartender, he grinned. Rebellion Actual was a great place. Plenty of awesome pilots, awesome people, and so many aliens. The explorer, a fan of the Rim himself, felt at home here. For him, with his homeworld gone, the road was more home than anything else.

He’d noticed Karen when he stepped in, but needed a drink with the crew. After a shot, he pulled out some more creds, he was a sponsored pilot by AEI and nodded to the crew, giving a wink at a Selonian. Refugee.

Then he made his way to her table.

“Good flying out there, Roberts.” He smiled, pulling up one of the chairs.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

She twirled her tea stick with a somber grin,

"Easy to do when the team's ace. Nice working putting that all together."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]. She knew absolutely nothing about him.

"...Mind if I join your table Captain? You can introduce me to the boys."

Never miss an opportunity.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He enjoyed the life he had here. Living among the Underground? It was freedom. It was the epitome of freedom. It got him flying again, and after a recent video, he was almost tempted to hop into an X-Wing to take down the Sith. Sure, he was an Imperial at heart, but until a time where he could fly a TIE Exalt within the Underground and not get crucified for it? Maybe it was time to go more traditional rebel and less… tortured and dichotomized pilot.

“Well, its not all me. All the hard work that all the pilots do here? It brings in the pilots looking for the right reasons to fly.” Or something. Coren was still on a high. Combat high, obviously.

He looked over to the group where Nada was, and some of the other pilots from this op and another one or two ops.

“C’mon, Roberts.” He grinned and nodded, leading the way over. “Nada!” He called to his Chiss co-pilot. “Get the lady a drink.” He winked. “She pulled our ass out of a fire out there.”

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

"Junbay Juice. I'm still stimmed. Gotta watch the kidneys. Hehe." Karen winked at Nada.

Roberts had quit hard drinking during her fleet career. Didn't even touch the Corellian brands these days. Plus it was bad for the kidneys when you were already drugged for combat. Best to play it safe for the next two hours. Didn't want her heart exploding. Grant would be furious.

Thoughts about drinking aside, Karen joined the table and gave the introductions all around. She learned names and callsigns. Brief histories and inside jokes. Faces, friends, and enemies. Most of it went right over her head, but that was the fun part. It felt good to be social and meet new people. Everybody had their quarks. Even a few different faction preferences too. Fascinating.

When Coren said thanks, Ol Blue couldn't help but shake her head. Roberts was no ace pilot and she knew it too. Her place was at the helm of a command ship or pulling Recon with the grunts. It was only her Force Sensitive abilities that gave her the edge during wing missions. Not actual experience, hardware purchases, or technical skills. She flew competently and could capitalize on other pilot's mistakes. Now? That said, there wasn't a flight sim in existence where she could beat Coren one-on-one. It just wasn't in the cards. Karen had never beaten an ace and she prided herself on never wanting too. ...So when he complimented her flying? She couldn't help but feel over-appreciated. He must have just been being polite. ...Nice guy.

Her food was up and she pulled away from the table to go get it. Nodding to herself at the colorful establishment. Smirking at the cook's blue skin,

"Red Shift huh. ...Not bad. Not bad at all."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He was shooting the breeze with another pilot or two, one was definitely a Twintail pilot that flew support, a green skinned Twi’lek. And Coren was constantly mispronouncing his name. But anyone who knew the Corellian knew he could match accents wherever he went. The pronunciation was clearly a jest, one of those jokes you don’t let someone live down.

As Karen was keeping it light, no one was giving her the eye about it. That was what was nice within the Underground, everyone was game for how anyone else wanted to handle their actual life. Taking it easy for a night? Fine, more money for the rest of them to drink away. But still, you didn’t let them pay when they were one of the reasons why you weren’t floating in space as some sort of vacuum packed slag heap.

Between that and the sheer variety of people out here, looking to take down such organizations as the One Sith and Techno Union, it was refreshing. Show up in a traditional rebel fighter next time, and maybe he’d do some actual damage instead of flying support. He didn’t mind flying support, but he had his time in the sun back before the amnesia fit.

The whole thing he was learning, before Karen stepped off for food was that if the Underground ever went on fleet movements, putting her in the helm of a major vessel, him in a fighter and putting everyone on their preferred role?

The galaxy was going to be in for a world of revolutions.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Jsc]

Karen finished her meal and decided to call it quits for the rest of the day. It was time to hit the refresher, run inventory, and clean her equipment. Probably get R2 out of trouble again too. Her droid was such a misfit that way.

She said goodbye to other pilots and gave Coren a mental nudge in the old Jedi fashion,

~ Until next time Starchaser ~

Then with a wink and a smirk, the armored woman departed the Shift. Returning to her XwR and packing her bags. Mission complete. Time to cash out and hit the star road.

Until next time.

/exit

[member="Coren Starchaser"]