Nadira took a breathe to steady herself, grasping the arms of the captains chair. As first mate, she was filling in, whilst their leader took much needed time off. The Zeltron didn't mind, however- it was these moments that would prepare her for the day she was in charge of her own ship.
"Target acquired." the zebrak at the helm stated. "Awaiting your orders, captain."
"Bring her around. We breach as fast as we can. I expect security, but with the element of surprise, perhaps we'll be back in time for lunch." Her hand moved to the comm button on the arm of the chair. "Finn, get 'em ready, I'll meet you down there."
The pink woman rose quickly, turning her head back to the zebrak.
"Zander, you have the ship. Don't do anything too stupid."
The man gave a hearty chuckle, turning his own to head to meet her gaze.
"Nothing you wouldn't do," he replied with a wink.
Nadira shook her head before strutting off to the shuttle bay. As expected, her crew was ready when she arrived. There were only twenty of them, but they were good warriors, and they had done this a hundred times before. As her heels hit the metal, most looked up to acknowledge her.
"Alright folks, you know the drill. We hit fast, we hit hard. You've had the briefings. We need the one alive, anyone else- kill on site. Dead men tell no tales. Keep your partners with you, and contact me if you find him first. I want you all back here in one piece."
The various cremates nodded in response, and loaded into the shuttles. Nadira climbed in one and took the co-pilot seat, flipping switches and running through the various protocols. The sound of the engines firing up made the hairs on her arm stand; the thrill of this is what she lived for.
"Ready for take off when you are," she told the pilot. He smiled, and the ship lifted up before rounding out of the hangar.
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"Target acquired." the zebrak at the helm stated. "Awaiting your orders, captain."
"Bring her around. We breach as fast as we can. I expect security, but with the element of surprise, perhaps we'll be back in time for lunch." Her hand moved to the comm button on the arm of the chair. "Finn, get 'em ready, I'll meet you down there."
The pink woman rose quickly, turning her head back to the zebrak.
"Zander, you have the ship. Don't do anything too stupid."
The man gave a hearty chuckle, turning his own to head to meet her gaze.
"Nothing you wouldn't do," he replied with a wink.
Nadira shook her head before strutting off to the shuttle bay. As expected, her crew was ready when she arrived. There were only twenty of them, but they were good warriors, and they had done this a hundred times before. As her heels hit the metal, most looked up to acknowledge her.
"Alright folks, you know the drill. We hit fast, we hit hard. You've had the briefings. We need the one alive, anyone else- kill on site. Dead men tell no tales. Keep your partners with you, and contact me if you find him first. I want you all back here in one piece."
The various cremates nodded in response, and loaded into the shuttles. Nadira climbed in one and took the co-pilot seat, flipping switches and running through the various protocols. The sound of the engines firing up made the hairs on her arm stand; the thrill of this is what she lived for.
"Ready for take off when you are," she told the pilot. He smiled, and the ship lifted up before rounding out of the hangar.
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