Operation: Grek

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Mandalorian Space
DESTINATION: Companion Grek
OBJECTIVE: Explore Imperial Splinter Cell shipyards.

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Command Ship- Mythosaur-class Supercarrier (Night Shadow, Yaim’la, Thantra, and Serock’s ship replace 4 of 5 small or medium ships.)
Ash’amur-class Dreadnaught
Nynir-class heavy frigate x2
Haran’uliik-class light frigate x1
Azalus-class flak frigate x2
Type-2 Keldabe-class battle ship
Skira-class Heavy Cruiser

All Orbital drop pods replaced with Boarding Pods

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of the Mythosaur-class leaning back against the command chair as he merely awaited the signal from the rest of the fleet. They sat in orbit above a planet deep within Mandalorian space. This was their final stop at a friendly planet before they pushed off into the unknown regions heading for the known hyperlanes that lead towards their destination one of the satellite galaxies Companion Grek. Watching as ships ferried supplies up from the planet below into the holds of these ships Aedan merely sighed leaning back as he stretched a little and then let his eyes open as he stood turning to make his way to the hangar for a moment. “Lt you have the bridge.” Aedan had a few individuals to greet who had decided to join him on his journey making his way towards the Hangar he stopped in his room to acquire his newer weapons a lightsaber pike. Hefting the weapon he calmly made his way into the Hangar and leaned against the wall waiting for the people who had decided to tag along to join him here. The few people that passed him and finally recognized the young man would stop for a moment to stare before slowly moving on. Some things had changed about Aedan for this journey had forgone with his usual demeanor of working alone and had taken rather grudgingly the role of leader. He hated the fact that he had been sat in this position but there was nothing he could do. After talking things over with the Mand’alor they had planned out everything taking into account various things before Aedan requested a fleet to act as support just in case they ran into anyone there who was hostile. For now he was awaiting the arrival of those who had not already arrived to join them.

Aedan recalled what he and Gilamar Skirata had spoken about before he had left to meet his fleet here. They were there to advance the Mandalorian people as much as possible that meant that Aedan had a few objectives he needed to make sure they completed. First among them was if they could they were to capture any ships that presented themselves as opponents if possible. He would make sure that if the chance presented itself he would launch some of the boarding pods into enemy ships to capture them. They would then advance into the shipyard or any stations there and extract all data while a good portion of the group presented a security factor. Looking up as he was broken from his recalling of the mission briefing the young man stepped forward as the people he waited for started to arrive. Lifting his hand in greeting Aedan grinned and started to greet them all happy to be working with a fair portion of these people as he knew them each from personal past experiences. “Greetings Vod are we all ready to strike out into the unknown?”

He knew that somewhere on this ship a fair amount of the group had already shown up like his clan brother Marrik was here. He also had a few newer individuals that he was did not know so for now he was merely waiting for the rest of the group to arrive before they would set out. It was a far stretch from being a safe trip odds were that there would be a large amount of danger. That was why he had convinced the Mand’alor to supply him with a rather large fleet and the fact that he had been given use of the Mythosaur was a shock to him even. The fleet ranged out around the massive Mythosaur as they got their holds filled with a variety of necessary items.

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[member="Aden Dawson"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Mirshen"] [member="Serock Hoath"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Xander Lok"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Ginnie Verd"] @Galaar Tal’verda [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kable Detta"] [member="Skosk Fett "][member="Rianna Ordo"]

 

[Yag'dril'sil]

"Perfect" Mirshen stalked around the ship and continued to fill the bag he had of trophies to sell at the auctions. He knew his bestest buddy wouldn't mind lending some dye and underwear to the cause of making them rich. Why would he they would be doing some real pirating after all swindling and robbing from the peoples of the galaxy. Now he moved and spoke more. "And there we go, one thong of CaptainAedan miles the second best member of the former corsair brotherhood and next we'll make sure there is a few pictures from the showers of all those jiggling amazonian boobies." Mirshen bounced up and down while he walked going towards the shuttles and getting his comlink out. "Bait, Decoy you guys got my ship in position?"

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

Skosk had arrived at the hanger with his heavy repeater stowed on his back, the massive giant then walked toward the rest. He was in heavy green Beskar armor, this had made him look like a green, tank of muscle. After walking toward the bigger crowd, the mercenary heard the rally master greet them. “Greetings Vod are we all ready to strike out into the unknown?” . Hell yeah he was! Restraint was needed though, before he would show his excitement, he would wait for others to speak. This would be his first mission with his fellow brethren after all, hopefully it would go smoothly. Regardless, the brute did not want to embarrass himself, and therefore fell silent.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan adjusted his pack as he walked to his bunk. He walked along side his brother [member="Kable Detta"] chatting, So what do you think we'll find out there?

Nolan was part of the primary boarding party and had stocked up on anything and everything he would need, *Including his wrecking ball*

 

[Azrael]

A journey passed the Galaxy border. That had been the pseudo-tag line that was floating around about this voyage into the black. Azrael himself had been to wild space and a few undisclosed locations as of yet dealing with ghosts of his past, but he hadn't slipped outside the confines of their Galaxy just yet. It made sense however that the Mandalorians would eventually break the barrier and make their way into regions uncharted and unknown. The Field Marshal was happy to be part of the exploratory team led by a man who had forged for himself a path that recently brought him into the Mando'ade proper as a trusted ally and brother. The Galaxy itself was getting more crowded day by day as faction after faction vyed for power and territory. Recently even defending their own orders from a new conglomeration of the Sith threat. They never seemed to fully die, but the Mandalorians had remained a force in the Galaxy for several millenia, and had strong roots. There wasn't a system that didn't know them in some degree.

In more normal circumstances, Azrael didn't take his personal ship with him when travelling with the vode; however this expedition would warrant a more careful approach. They didn't really know what to expect, and from what little he had heard from Mand'alor, there was some history that to do with the Dark Harvest. An event that rang in the half-blood's memory vividly. It was where the Night Shadow had come to be given. His personal stealth ship sat silently in the hangar, locked down for the time being. Azrael himself was currently working on a control valve that was giving some trouble to one of the freighters on board. Hydrospanner in one hand, and his bionic digits gripping the valve to let it fit into the slot it broke loose from. It was what he did best, salvage things that generally warranted a replacement. Things broke all the time, and he was well used to sifting through scraps and trying new ideas in putting things back together. Ships were easy, people weren't so much, and he was always reminded how glad he was to be with the vode, with a family that he originally never had.

When Miles strode into the hangar, and his voice rang out for the first time to the crowd, Azrael powered down the 'spanner and slid it into the spare compartment on his bionic arm. Buc'ye unclasped and clipped to his side while he raised grey eyes to face Aedan. The voyage was going to be rather interesting to say the least. His right hand of flesh covered in the beskar'gam raised to give a hearty salute to the fact he was indeed ready to brave the solar storms and find what lie in wait for them.

"Oya!"

 

[Basaba Willamina]

The Yaim'la was more the ready and loaded with equipment, sisters and weapons as the Field Marshal moved securing her helmet. Her armor shining as the stygium plates flashed while she went about working. Her rifle and blade secured while crossing her arms and letting the other armored sisters assemble behind her. "Lets go and have some fun, and Aedan if this leads to nothing.... I'm going to beat you with a stick and cut your heart out with a spoon.... slowly."

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Azrael"]

It seemed one of the Field Marshals, Azrael had his ship next to his, interesting. Obviously, he deserved respect, once the fellow mandalorian walked up near Skosk in the crowd. Azrael could see the brute give a nod, they may not know each other, but they have the same beliefs ,and honor code that basically makes them brothers in arms. Soon after, he heard "Oya!" , with this the mandalorian followed suit, raising his fist in the air "Oya! No chaab! " . This was definitely a moment to remember, soon they would discover new planets, and beings. But, more importantly, the mercenary felt a sense of honor like never before, he definitely made the perfect decision joining the mandode.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The Dancing Thranta: Freighter
Fleet Group

Diminutive Ginnie Verd had the most important mission in the universe. It was such an important mission it came directly from the top of her brain (somewhere beneath the braids but above her nose): Keep your hands off shiny buttons if you have to sit on them all the way to wherever it was they were all going.

Ginnie wasn't going to cause another massive episode of explosive decompression and jungle survival, just 'cause some people thought it was kosher to leave a twelve year old in a cockpit alone with a bunch of shiny buttons and a planet outside the view screen. No sir, no how. So it was that Ginnie wouldn't even dare venture up to the cockpit of [member="Ordo"] and [member="Rianna Ordo"]'s freighter the Dancing Thranta. Maybe it had more to do with dreaming that they'd huck her out the airlock if she was naughty or wasn't useful, maybe she wanted Daddy Ordo and Mommy Rianna to like her enough not to send her away. . . Wait! She didn't know if it was okay to call Mommy Rianna Mommy Rianna! MAYBE SHE SHOULD CALL HER MRS. ORDO! Or . . . or Mrs. Rianna, or . . . oh fiddlesticks. Ginnie huffed a strangled sigh and came to the conclusion that she'd continue calling Rianna Ordo 'Ma'am'. Always proper, Ginnie hunkered down on the floor of the common area and started triple-checking the weapons and items she brought with her. Suited up in her pink and purple Beskar'Gam, Ginnie checked over every inch and seam to make sure it was polished enough and everything was in order for the campaign.

Her HUD continued to do infra red scans for movement, she looked up from sliding a dagger in her thigh strap to unclip her helmet and pull it off. There was a smudge! Oh no! Ginnie lunged into her pack for a polishing cloth and descended on the smudge with a vengeance.

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Nothing could have prepare her for this. In her blue armor made the way up the ramp, with her bag. Coming to find herself in rethinking a lot lately. Not only about what she been raise to believe. It ran deeper then that, could say it had to do with blood. Since taking the position as CEO of Hyperion Mining. Having her helmet on, more liking all the information at her eyes. Finding herself wondering just what this would mean for the whole of the mandalorian people. Her movement was that of something very refined. It was after still in her manners to walk in a way and also act. Long with packing with not much, as the armor that made up her body now her second skin.

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With her own armor she let herself weave some of the House of Teramo into the pieces that made up her armor. Finding herself now cheeking all the weapons of choice upon her body. It was now that just a some nobility trying to place mandalorian she was became one. Knowing how to use each of her weapon as if it was part of her own body now. Just like her eyes, ears and limbs. All worked together like a well put together killing machine. Only this one was breathing, could make slit second definitions. This knowing would be different then the battle. Hoping this one would bring a bit of action as to not just standing by Captain Larraq to watch the space battle.

Oya, vods

 

[Ordo]

LOCATION: Mandalorian Space
DESTINATION: Companion Grek
OBJECTIVE: Explore Imperial Splinter Cell shipyards.

Ordo sat in the cockpit going over his checklist for departure. His buy'ce sat on the console and his heavy gauntlets sat beside it. The sounds of the ship were a subtle thing that was nonetheless musical in a way. The hum of the engines, the beeps of various systems, and the sound of people Rianna and now Ginnie going about their routines. His grey-green eyes ever sharp checked one last time for any problems that might exist and for the last time was satisfied to see the systems check out. Ordo could smell the soaps and such of the female members of his family on the air and the realization that, had he not stopped the heavy drinking, he would have never experienced such a simple thing was far from lost on the man. A big scared sinewy hand reached up to rub his short brown hair and he stood. His broad shoulders and barrel chest intimidated many, but those closest to him knew the heart contained within the big man was a soft one and it made room for others more often than not. He could be hard, true, his training he put himself and others through was rigorous and at times brutal but so was war and Ordo trained survivors.

He stepped out from between the seat and the pilot station and walked back toward the Galley. He pulled out his datapad and opened a holobook he had saved. The sounds of his heavy boots on the deck plates of the corridor was not an uncommon one and to him it was the sound of him being home. He peaked into the common room at Ginnie as she worked tirelessly at her armor and gear. It was sad that the spunky girl felt the need to work so hard for approval. Mando fathers did ask alot from their children but they also were supposed to give everything they had in return. That was the role of the father, 100 percent dedication to those in his care. From the age of 5 to the time the child is on their own the father is responsible for their care and education. How did this poor girl who was so full of life get over looked?

Ordo went a poured a cup of shiig, grabbed a juice can, and some nerf jerk, then returned to the common room. His weapons were already cleaned and staged but he thought he wpuld help the girl with hers.

He lumbered in and set the juice and a packet of nerf-jerk down in front of the girl before he eased down across from her and picked up a rifle that he had brought for her. He waved a hand up and down infront of her, brought two fingers to his eyes then pointed them at the weapon as he slowly began taking it apart piece by piece. Hand signals were nothing new to mandalorian Ori'ramikade. There were times that even intersquad comlinks were dangerous and all you had were silent hand signals. There was no reason they couldn't make up new ones as they went along.

Ordo smiled as he laid each piece down I a precise order and position. The order was not required but it helped for learning. He looked up at the young lady, offered a smile then pointed the finger of one hand at her, one at the pieces of Gladiator assault rifle and then brought his hands together and twisted his right hand over his left as if wringing something out hoping she would gather it was her turn to put it together.

[member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Ginnie Verd"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Azalus Class Flak Frigate- 'Ascension'. Mandalorian Space


Objective: Investigate Deep Space


Marrik stood on the bridge of the 'Ascension' and linked in to the small Mando fleet's Flagship the Supercarrier.


"Commander Miles, Ascension is ready and waiting orders, Sir!"


"Captain Aloxum, engineering says hyperdrive is on standby and all crew is locked down and ready for the jump." The navigations officer called to Marrik.



[member="Aedan Miles"] (If anyone wants to jump in on my ship, you may.)

 

[Darth Banshee]

LOCATION: Mandalorian Space/Mythosaur-class ship
DESTINATION: Companion Grek
OBJECTIVE: To help the mandalorians
Darth Banshee was in quarters reminiscing with herself, she was initially joined the mandalorians to betray them. She was here on bequest of count artine of free houses of serreno. She helped them as at time it was interest of true family The One Sith. Back then she was just an acolyte called Sabrina. She never realized she would grow fond of the mandalorians, even learned the language though it was very rough. She know had to leave serreno cause, as she wanted the mandalorians as allies. In the war against the republic, well to be more precise the war against the Jedi.
She head out her room in her standard phrik weave armour, her battle armour was in her room if need. It was cumbersome, and uncomfortable to where for long time. Some thing however the mandalorians thrived on, walking around in heaviest armour they could afford. She had also heard that [member="Ordo"] wife was on board a woman called [member="Rianna Ordo"]. She was looking forward to meeting her, though she nothing about her. Though she must be some one of worth, to be married to Ordo. Darth Banshee had soft spot for Ordo, he helped train her in using her wrist blaster, and some hand to hand combat skills. She with him when they conquered the old fell empire capital Bastion. She consider ordo a friend, and she hoped to befriend his wife too. Though ordo seemed to hard to find on this expedition for some reason, she was sure it was mission related what ever it was as he is always diligent.
She started making her way to the bridge, as usual accompanied by two mandalorians as an escort.

 

[Xander Lok]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

Xander stood in the Mythosaur-Class' corridors surveying several small carriers and fighters that the vessel carried in the hangar. It was magnificent and very impressive the way his vod had progressed themselves to higher places. This work was going to expand Mandalore's control to the reaches of the galaxies, which is where their latest conquest took them. The last time that the Mandalorians did a mission in space that Xander knew of was some incident with ghost ships. He was still recovering from his wounds after waking up from the coma, so he never really knew how that battle went down.

Xander began walking steadily towards the ship's hangars, carrying a Centurion to his side. He began to study his fading beskar'gam and components in his protective armor. This was going to be his last run with the armor, so he wanted to make it right. He thought about the first time his father first gave him the armor, after he stowed away from that pathetic boarding facility that his Republic step-father sent him to. He was glad that he was out of that life anyway, it brought him to this life. “Greetings Vod are we all ready to strike out into the unknown?”, chanted a higher ranking vod to the large bodies of Mandalorians that stood ready for command.

It was the first time that Xander realized how concentrated and big that the Mandalorians numbers stood. It was a marvelous sight, and Xander was ready to take part in it. "parjai bah mhi, an ni orjorer kote bah Mandalore mhi be[Victory to us all, I shout. Glory to Mandalore, we claim.]", Xander spoke to himself as he hoped for this mission to bring resourceful rewards to their cause. He stood at attention amongst the others, waiting for the battle call to stations. This was about to be a fun ride.

 

[Skosk Fett]

It seemed more of his vod arrived at the hanger, this was good, if more arrived on this expedition it would be far easier. Skosk was never a tactical mind, he left that to others, but the one thing he had was common sense. The zabrak knew, that there was strength in numbers, while it may not set their victory in stone. It certainty, gave them more resources, and men to do different tasks; that could win the battle. Therefore, it was an advantage the athlete loved, professional sports never really came close to the severity of any possible battle. When fighting, everyone had a job to do, if they failed there was no second chance, you lived or you died. A lesson learned long ago, but now the mercenary had more efficient training, he would definitely do his job if needed ,and without question. The giant heard yet more cheering "parjai bah mhi, an ni orjorer kote bah Mandalore mhi be[Victory to us all, I shout. Glory to Mandalore, we claim.]". The confidence was amazing, the muscular mountain smiled under his visor, with the hearts of steel ,and the massive unique training in each individual, no one would be able to stop the glory of manda'lor.

 

[Kable Detta]

Kable Detta walked with his brother down the corridor to their assigned room. He had his own pack slung over his shoulder stuffed with all the essentials. The rest of his gear was stored in the armory. He thought it better to keep his stash of thermals there instead of under his bunk.
Looking to his brother "I'm not sure, but I know they won't be ready for us!" He held up his fist towards his brother and pounded his knuckles against Nolan's.

As they walked they talked, but Kable's mind kept drifting back to his riduur. His face became serious and he stopped his brother and looked him in the eyes.
"Listen, you have to be careful on this one, I don't want another repeat of Bastion."
"I was hoping I could tell you this over a pint" He let out a sigh. "Brother, you're gonna be an Ba'vodu!"

Nolan Detta

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: SuperCarrier
Objective: Await orders.

Nolan punched his brother hard on the shoulder, You lucky bantha. Congrats Vod. I am happy for you. Now I am UNCLE NOLAN!!!!! Booya. You better give Bri a big kiss for me when we get back.

Nolan let slip a single tear of joy at the news. He had the beginnings of a true family. He was happy again. But the celebration would need to wait, they had a mission to accomplish. Nolan opened the door to their bunks and set his bag on one of the beds.

[member="Kable Detta"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

LOCATION: Mandalorian Space (The Dancing Thranta)([member="Ordo"] [member="Rianna Ordo"])
DESTINATION: Companion Grek
OBJECTIVE: Explore Imperial Splinter Cell shipyards.

Alone in the common area Ginnie continued polishing her helmet as tiny little grunts peppered through her parted lips. She couldn't tell she was making the noises without the helmet, in fact the little girl barely went anywhere without the armour on at all. Sealed within the Beskar'gam Ginnie could be useful. She could be perfect. A pair of thick, manly fingers broke up her concentration and Ginnie jolted, glancing up at [member="Ordo"] with a smile and signed a 'thank you, Sir' for him. Hey, signing was great practice!

In her deafness was Ordo's answer. Raki Verd had been the ultimate Clan Tyrant who groomed his older children while being casually aware of the runt as little more than a vague responsibility. Once Ginnie had survived the accident which deafened her, Raki forgot his defective daughter existed. Her younger siblings did things better, they listened more, the older ones were capable. No one could depend on a deaf girl. Try as she might, her father would not notice her in the pack. Once Ginnie's mother and oldest brother died, Raki was insufferable. Raki replaced her mother in a matter of weeks. The little nine year old fled Mandalore for whispers of Isley, but her yellow brick road hadn't turned out as brilliant as she'd imagined. Setting her helmet down, the girl folded the cloth meticulously, shoving it back in a specific corner of her pack all with her eyes on 'Daddy' Ordo. Bringing her knee up, Ginnie took the juice and sipped it down between gnawing mouthfuls of Nerf Jerk as Ordo began deconstructing the rifle. Scooting closer, Ginnie chewed on a piece of jerky and stared so hard at the pieces, her eyes hurt. Her tiny brow furrowed and she sipped another bit of juice before looking up at Ordo's face and signing an 'affirmative, Sir'.


Pushing her lips to the side of her mouth, Ginnie knelt beside the rifle components and put her hand out, grazing a few of the pieces and setting her hands back on her knees. She looked back up at Ordo, a mask of insecurity written there. Would he accept her if she got it wrong? His rough and tumble visage told a far different tale than the one her dead father had worn and the girl's lips quirked up in a timid smile. She nodded her head and started putting the components back together piece by piece.

Halfway through Ginnie got a bit mixed up, stopped and rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. She grunted and skipped over a step, but the rifle wouldn't fit together. Ginnie tore the pieces down, laying them out until she recognized what she remembered. The blaster rifle was half done. Her deep brown eyes peered up at Ordo, thick lips pursed in a pout as she grabbed one piece in either hand.

One of the two was the right one, Ginnie was sure of it. She held them up for Ordo, cocking her head to the side. "Which one's next, Daddy Ordo? I know the trigger comes after the barrel and the compression coil, but which piece first?" Faith, some kids didn't lose it.

 

[Rianna Organa]

LOCATION: Mandalorian Space
DESTINATION: Companion Grek
OBJECTIVE: Explore Imperial Splinter Cell shipyards.

[member="Ordo"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Ginnie Verd"]

Rianna wearing all black, slacks, long sleeved shirt, and boots. Her lightsaber hung within reach had been preparing her mind, and body for this trip. Not her first mission but still the butterflies fluttered about inside her soon feeling more like mynocks than the light weight feathery wisps that caused many to stop and stare.

Rianna looked down at the counter once more it was bare, everything had been put away carefully secured. She could think of nothing else that could be needed. She did not want to forget something, Ordo had stocked the ship with his usual efficient miss nothing lists and resources. She could hear heavy boots on the deck plates, and smiled knowing who made those sounds.

How much life had changed from where she began to where she stood now. Many would think she had lost something along the way Rianna did not feel that way at all. She felt she had gained so much, so much. She smiled.

This mission was different from the others she and Ordo had embarked upon, when they went in search of answers about Bria. The large barrel chested mandalorian with the huge hands, deep voice, wore his emotions more than he knew. How could she not love him, how could anyone not love him.

Rianna secured the cabinets again, she could sense the others their emotions strange at times the sensations of emotions. Emotions changed so quickly at times too, hard to keep up. Rianna walked slowly forward to see what everyone was doing.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Rianna Ordo"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

Ordo looked at the pieces in the girl's hands and slid a pin out of place. With the pin in the pieces couldn't go together, but now it should work just fine.

"Try now." he said not wanting to do more than he had to and take the fun out of her doing it herself.

She was so full of all the right qualities that just needed the right direction. It was a fact the kid was Manodkarla, she had the right stuff. Ordo could feel Rianna getting closer. He hadn't really explained the whole story of why he had given the young girl a place in their family, but he was sure Rianna would see the good in the girl just like he had. Ordo pulled his beskad off and began sharpening it while Ginnie finished her rifle when she was done he would tell her it was hers now. He wasn't sure but he also expected Sabrina the Serenno woman to make an appearance but he didn't know when that would be. Untill then he worked at his beskad while his lightsaber hung from his belt, and sipped his shig.

 

[Darth Banshee]

LOCATION: Mandalorian Space/Mythosaur-class ship
DESTINATION: Companion Grek
OBJECTIVE: To help the mandalorians
Darth Banshee and her escort walked on to the bridge, the was only a deck officer on their. He gave her nod of his head, to acknowledge her presents, but little else as he was busy. She sat down in one chairs, waiting for rally masters to arrive, and explain what their intentions where on this mission. Though she new it had some thing to do with some imperials. As they usually give her a chance to talk to them first, before they kill them. Though there are few stupid imperials who think they take on a mandalorian battle formation. Then find out they can`t, the hard way.
As she waited on the bridge she started to read, she trying still to master the mandalorain language. Though she was quite rough at it, she has been getting better. Her two escorts, just stood patiently by the bridge door. She did wonder would she ever walk around freely on one these ships. She new the answer was no, but she not offended by it. To be honest she was slightly flattered, as it meant they thought her at least worth keeping an eye on.