Oh, a pirating we will go!

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra Fenni, up and coming pirate, was not nearly as infamous yet as she had intended. Most of her old crew had taken off early upon receiving payment for their last job. That was to be expected of course. I mean, who could really expect honor and loyalty from thieves? That was just bad business! But there were a select few who stuck around, though. Cal, obviously being the one she clung to the most. Not that she was going to ever admit that she needed him. She had a reputation to maintain!

"A'right guys," she called into the comm, "Git yer sad sorry backsides up to the bridge! Gatta importn' announcement!"

The next mission. And it was going to be a fun one.


Seras Goto Thryykarr Rayl Wilded Tobias Ross Grissa Gorg Daichi [member="Cal"] [member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Revenchent]

Cal was, truly, at Zandra's beck and call. He just could not help himself. The former soldier made his way to the bridge as soon as the message came through. It wasn't like he had anything more important to be doing, anyway.

He ran a hand through his short black hair, and adjusted the plain gray jacket he wore. "You called, [member="Zandra Fenni"] ?"

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra turned around to face [member="Cal"] when he arrived. The giant trench coat she always wore did almost nothing now to hide her pregnancy. No doubt the rest of the crew noticed too, although she never came out and said anything about it.

"That's Captain Fenni to you," she corrected, trying her very hardest not to sound too irritated with him as their son kicked her very hard in her ribs, "I did call. Now you jus' wait for the rest ta get here. I'm only sayin' this once."

 

[Ryan]

Toro Voo sat in the old worn pilot's chair, his eyes glued to the unobtrusive holographic display system that was synced via retinal tracker. One of the updates he had rigged into this old CR 90 corvette to make her more self sufficient and space worthy. The Morling would blink to give commands to the display, reading through all the various readouts and status reports through out the ship while at the same time performing his pre-flight check.

The bridge and through out the ship the bulk head panels would be laying about exposing the circuits with wiring snaking through the hallways. Toro had spent a few weeks now working, customizing and making [member="Zandra Fenni"] ancient hulk of scrap metal into a ship.

Aiding Toro would be the astromech droid known as Bones, his technical name being R2-80N35. Making a ship that would normally be crewed by at very least three down to one and a droid.

With another blink the Holographic display would disappear and Toro would twist about in his chair to face the captain and her crew entering the bridge. The morling looked as if he hadn't bathed in a few days, his fur caked in oil, dirt and other enginely grit along with his fur scorched in a few areas and a few clawed digits bandaged. He had a half lit cigar tucked into his jowls that masked most of the dog's stench with the pungent smell of old smoke.

"Captain, she be ready ter fly on yisser comman'" Toro informed his deep toned exotic accent was riddled with exhaustion. It took a lot to get to this very point and here they were ready to reach the stars. Toro blew a puff of smoke as he sat there waiting.

 

[Revenchent]

"Yes, Captain Fenni." Cal sort of groaned. It wasn't that he wished to disrespect her...it was just odd to call Zandra by any kind of formal name. He remained the silent, good little servant as they awaited the rest of the crew. What was the plan now?

He shoved his hands into the pockets of the jacket as [member="Toro Voo"] made himself known. Cal had not really spoken to the alien, (?) but he had certainly him around. He'd also made not of the way he spoke to Zandra. It was a familiarity that evaporated any worries the former soldier may have had about him; the rest of Zandra's crew was an entirely different story.

"What's the plan Z-- He stuttered, and quickly recovered. Best to appease the pregnant woman who happened to be carrying his child. "-Captain?"

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra nodded to Toro and turned to those gathered. Well, if they weren;t here by now, then they were just going to miss out on the good roles in this scheme.

"A'right! Here's what we got goin' on. We're robbin' that-"
She pressed a button on the holoprojector and the image of a massive cruise ship appeared.

"Don' look so scared, ladies n' gents! It's only the filthy rich of the Galaxy on board. Ain't like we commitin' a crime or nothin'!"
She grinned, hands on her hips.
"'Sides, ain't the ship, or even the credits on board we after. What we want is what's locked away in the vaults on board. Anyone ever heard of the Star of Greyson?"
The answer was almost certainly 'no'. That was okay. Not a very well-known little trinket. She hit another button and the image of a sparkling dark stone set against bright silver hung on a thick chain, started rotating where the image of the ship used to be.

"Old family heir loom of Naboo's new Queen. Sold for charity few years back, now that buyer is sellin' it to a museum. My... associate, however, what he want's ta pay is more n' what we could get fer all the pretty on board."

She waved a hand and the image faded. The kid kicking around in her stomach was making it really hard to look intimidating here.

"Whatcha think, lads? Wanna buy yerself sumthin' nice? I'll even letcha keep whatever ya manage to pickpocket once on board!"

Seras Goto Thryykarr Rayl Wilded Tobias Ross Grissa Gorg Daichi Cal Toro Voo

 

[Revenchent]

The Queen of Naboo?

Oh, Cal certainly knew that one. Feena Mason, former leader of the Confederacy, and his old boss. It added a whole new level of excitement to the entire scheme of things.

"Try not to kill anyone. Stun bolts work fine." Cal threw in as [member="Zandra Fenni"] finished her little speech. He felt it needed to be said to these kind of people.


My kind of people now.


He tilted his head back, and shot Zandra a confident smile. This would be more than enough to provide for their son, as that was his private motivation for participating. He would have, either way, for Zandra, but it put him at ease justifying his actions this way. "When do we make our move?"

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra turned back to Cal specifically, silently trying to let him know how much pain she was in, without actually saying it... or showing it. There was a tightness in her stomach, like a cramp, and it was getting worse by the minute.

"We start in three hours. I'll brief the rest of ya soon. Toro? Get us to Coruscant. The coordinates are on here, as well as yer mission," she tossed a datastick and turned to her lover, "Cal, yer with me. We're goin' on board disguised as a married couple out fer our two year anniversary."

She held up two tickets, carefully reading the names on the tickets as she motioned for him to follow her. Clearly, this meeting was dismissed. The rest would get their assignments later.

"We're a Mr. and Mrs..." she cleared her throat and spoke up again, this time in an entirely new and shockingly perfect Upper Coruscant accent, "Calgori. Mr. Rodale Calgori and Mrs. Trevette Calgori. Such appallingly quaint names, but they were the best my contact could do on such short notice."

She cleared her throat and her accent faded at once. Accents- one of Zandras special talents. Helped to know the dialect when going from planet to planet. Kept you out of trouble.

"Well, Cal," she grumbled when they were out of ear shot, finally letting herself look as hurt as she felt, "This kid 'o yers is gunna kill me."

[member="Cal"] [member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

On the scanners, a Firespray class assault ship popped up, before vanishing from the screens.

Someone was hunting them, that much was clear. And there were only a handful of people in the galaxy who still flew the Firespray class ships.

 

[Revenchent]

Cal caught the quick look she gave him with a tinge of guilt. He, just as she, had a very large part in the source of that pain. The former Commando knew little about pregnancy, and even less about treating a newborn. The beginning period of parenting was going to be very...stressful.

He nodded and silently agreed with everything she said. He had no objections; operations like this were not unheard of in the days of the GAR. He could lie like any conman when the need arose, and now it certainly was. He did not notice the Firespray flashing across the scanners--monitoring them was not his number one priority right now.

He came up alongside [member="Zandra Fenni"] as they came out of earshot, and flashed an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Z. Are you sure you're okay to do this?" He asked with open concern. He lofted a brow, and gave her a serious look. "Not dismissing your abilities, of course, but if people stop shooting and our son is hindering you, we'll need to exfill quickly."

 

[Doctor Azure]

You know, those times that you just have really bad days? This was one of 'em. I ran to the cockpit, just in time to see Cal and our very obviously pregnant captain walking out. Whoopiee... I was late for another briefing. But I knew what was up. We were snatching a really expensive gem, off a really expensive ship, for a really expensive customer.

Oh, hell, yes.

My armor was concealed under a long, thick jacket with frills at the neck and wrists. I knew immediately who had chosen this for me. It was either Toro or Preliat. I just glowered my Wookiee glower at everybody. my knives were hidden inside the folds of the coat, and my guns were hostered at the insides of the tails of the coat.

Now what in the hell was the coat for?!


[member="Cal"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Captain dug her hands into her pockets as she led them both back to her cabin. She opened the door and stepped inside, letting him in after her.

"I'll be fine, Cal," she promised, "This happens now n' again, the closer it gets. Ain't time yet, I don' think. Doc says I still got another two weeks before my due date."

And it was true enough. The closer to the due date it got, the more of these 'practice contractions' she had. She went across the room to the closet, looking through until she found something particular, something that she hoped would still fit. She laid a long black dress out on her bed, something that was tight in top and lose just under the bustline.

"Hmm... doesn't really say 'moneyed woman', does it?" she wondered out loud to herself, then she went back to her closet, pulled out a white fur shawl and threw it over top the dress. "Better," she decided.

[member="Cal"]

 

[Doctor Azure]

"Rally Master? Toro? Who the hell exactly signed me up to be the butler in this escapade?"

Really, I didn't remember ever volunteering to be any sort of servant to anybody, even as a playact.

[member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Cal"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Toro Voo"]

 

[Revenchent]

Cal threw Thryykarr a passing glance as they strode by. Wookies really weren't as common as people seemed to believe, and seeing on in person would always be intimidating. The former Commando fought the urge to the creature---man, he wasn't sure the right terminology; about the Wookie home world. That, of course, would have to wait until this little escapade was through.

"Doesn't mean I'm not allowed to worry, Zan'ika." He mumbled with a bit of worry. That excuse made sense, but it certainly wasn't going to satisfy Cal. Either way, he kept any further thoughts on the matter to himself. They had more important business to tend to at the moment.

"I like it." He added quietly as she went about finding and outfit. He tilted his head down, and looked over his clothing. Certainly not as fancy as Zandra's outfit....

He fought back a groan, and turned toward the door. "I'll need to find something that fits the part. Let's hope we don't run into any hunters while we're aboard. I feel like a few of our friends might have a few credits on their heads."

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Thryykarr"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra smiled and shrugged off his worry. She may very well be one of those with credits on their head. She'd done her fair share of crime, even before this pirating thing. Now that she was dedicated to this robbing the rich thing? Well, even more so now.

"Eh. I wouldn' worry 'bout them. They ain't stupid. And we'll pick ya up somethin' on Coruscant to wear then," she decided, looking him over, "It'll be worth the small investment if this plan works out."

She yawned and stretched herself out on the bed, right on top of the gown and fur. Few hours to port now. The rest of the crew had time to review their role in the plan, and Zandra had time to relax and take it easy before the real work began.

[member="Cal"] [member="Thryykarr"] [member="Toro Voo"]