Private Relief Run

[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Weapons:
Tag: Elicar Sikcomb

Weeks later, Gatz still couldn't get the sight of Ukatis out of his mind.

It should have been a simple trip. Bring Corazona von Ascania home to check on her family, and then bring her back to the Jedi Temple. Then go on with his life. Go back to New Cov, continue his training under Valery Noble , move on with his life. Ukatis wasn't his home. The Alliance wasn't his nation. He was Nubian—neutral in the war with the Mandalorians. What did he care who won?

But the images of shelled buildings still haunted his dreams. That moment of pulling Fantine and Lilette out from under a pile of rubble replayed in his head on an endless loop. A civilian target, bombed in an unprovoked attack by the Mandalorians. A war, started and wanted by the Mandalorians. Atrocities that would kill untold numbers, committed by the Mandalorians.

Someone had to do something. And that wasn't Gatz—he was neither a soldier of the Alliance, nor a Jedi Knight of the Order. Most likely, he'd never be.

But that didn't mean he could stand by and watch as people suffered, either. That was what that man would have done. And Gatz had sworn long ago that he would never be that man again.

Gatz reminded himself of that, as he brought The Red Night to land within one of Corellia's many space stations. Maybe he couldn't do much for the fight itself, but he could help in delivering aid. Running rations and medical to supplies to Ukatis didn't pay anything... but it was still far more worthwhile than running spice.

As Gatz stepped down the ramp into the large hangar, he noticed a number of other ships nearby. They were of various sizes, carrying various different types of cargo. Once upon a time, he would have found himself chatting the other pilots up, asking about hyperspace lanes, and lucrative cargo runs. But not today. Today, he was here on important business.

Now if only he could find whomever it was that was supposed to be supplying his shipment...

 

[Elicar Sikcomb]

Attire: Jumpsuit, Explorer Jacket
Weapons: Particle Pistol
Vessel: Flathead
Tags: Gatz Derrevar

The Corellia Hangars were always a hive of activity no matter which spot you settled in. From foreign cargo to exotic goods and captains, the place was never truly a dull spot to sight see.

Which was why a small gathering had formed around the bulky man, sharing a story he'd picked up elsewhere and was relaying second-hand, or maybe third, to the gathered assembly as the Red Night touched down.

"-and the lad picked up the now sharp stick, rammed it into the beasts eye and started beatin' feet the other way. Leaving it just howling into the night air behind 'im. An he-" The shimmer of his eyes settling on the man that had emerged from the newest addition to the collection of ships in their station.

"Well go on!

"Spill it! Wha' happened next?"

"Next time. The other 'alf of my route jus' arrived." Elicar rose, placing the Sally cap square on his head before giving a sharp whistle and wave to Gatz. Pushing his way through the gathered captains while sharing a rude gesture back to one that had done the same to him.

A small laugh ending as he got close enough to not have to shout over the low hum of activity around them.

"Yer Derrevar yeah? Supplies are waiting for us on the far end. Supplier gathered up more than they expected." A single long step taken before spinning on that foot once more to face Gatz again. An awkward straining slide to stand upright.

"Rude of me. I'm Elicar. Elicar Sikcomb. Call me Eli. Beauty of a ship you've got. Red Night yeah? How'd it get the name?" The cheer never quite leaving him even after having to rub his thigh to get rid of the Charlie horse that had formed from the awkward movement.

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Weapons:
Tag: Elicar Sikcomb

Despite his focus on finding his supplier, Gatz couldn't help but stop when he noticed the crowd in the hangar. He had places to be, and things to do but... it wouldn't hurt to loiter for five minutes right? So he made the decision to approach the impromptu gathering. As he did so, he picked up on the very tail end of a story that was cut off suddenly. It was a shame, he was sure, for the others listening.

But he'd only just arrived, and had missed the tale, so it was no sweat off of his back. Gatz had been just about to turn around, and get back to finding his supplier, when he was stopped by another man. A sharp whistle and a wave beckoned him into the heart of the crowd, and when Gatz pushed his way to who had had summoned him, he was met with someone he didn't recognize.

The man in front of him was older than him, that much was certain. Maybe forty? He was dressed a little oddly, at least, by his own standards. But Gatz also wore a stupidly ostentatious red leather jacket, so who was he to criticize fashion?

"I'm Derrevar. At least, that's what I'm told." Gatz shrugged.

It seemed that this man was exactly who he'd been looking for in the first place. It was funny, how things like that worked out. He'd thought the gathering was a distraction, but it turned out to be exactly where he needed to be. The Jedi would have called that the Will of the Force. Once, Gatz would have scoffed at that.

Now though... he was starting to believe.

"Good to meet you Eli," Gatz then turned to look at his ship, "she was my father's ship. Always had the name, even before he had her. Honestly, I couldn't tell you where it came from. But she wasn't red when I got her. I painted her later on, to match."

 

[Elicar Sikcomb]

Attire: Jumpsuit, Explorer Jacket
Weapons: Particle Pistol
Vessel: Flathead
Tags: Gatz Derrevar

"Derrevar is better than any sort of bad name ye?" Laughter coming from the man as the other captains slowly cleared out. Smiling at him with a shake of their head.

"You best remember the end of that story!"

"Oh shut it Dauge! How long you been listening now huh? 3 standard years and you always sit down for another." The other captain waved him off, each laughing as Dauge headed for another Freighter as Elicar turned back to listen intently to Gatz.

The details not slipping by.

"Your father's ship? Ah. You've got love in it then. Of some sort anyway. I don't want to paint yer' picture for you but I see that in yer' eye looking at her. Is yours. Gem of the skies. Keep her close and she'll see you through it all. Everyone says they're all metal and wires. We know better though. At least the ones we touch. We bleed for." He never quite stopped talking after Gatz shared his story. A measuring look given to Gatz in between words as the light seemed to bend the color of Elicar's eyes.

Shifting from a deep blue to a sharp teal.

"Company ships will lay over and pass beneath yer feet. These gals though," Admiration filled the smile he had examining the Red Night. "Might as well be family. Not the blood kind. No. Blood can leave you high and dry. The Family you find. The ones you choose. 'Aye. She'll do right by you, carry you till she can't. She'll do."

Pulling his eyes away, he grinned, patting Gatz on the shoulder with a final nod.

"Let's get that cargo." With little else to say, he led the way over to the Dock Master. A Gran waiting for them that seemed pleased to see Elicar.

"Filling the air with more noise, Eli?"

"Always, how's the wife?" The Gran waved away the topic as Eli huffed.

"The cargo is waiting. We have another ship needing the space for repair. I'll send a holo." A tip of his hat to the Gran before striding off the spot the Gran had pointed to before Eli turned to look at Gatz.

"Let the boys know how you want her loaded. They mind well enough but in a hurry they can be... rough." A slight grimace forming with a shrug as two ardenians began shoving each other between a pack of humanoid workers.

"'Ey now! Bozzub doesn't pay for fights! Let's break a leg and get this stuff moved so you can make some real creds huh?" As much as the words were rude, the tone shared was humorous and the gaggle snickered back.

"Oh stuff in your exhaust port Eli! We make good creds scuffling too! But you said-Oh! there's a ship coming in!" A singular nod got the whole bunch moving with excitement as crates and hover skiffs were loaded and moved towards the Red Night and the Flathead.