Private The Last Patrol

[Damsy Callat]

Form: Humanoid Location: Plaeree, Devaron > spaceport cantina
Equipment: Blacks (top) + hydroarmor (bottoms) | enhanced sight contacts |
dartgun | ID10 seeker droid docking port
Tag: Jay Esmiel

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Sithspit.

The humanoid sithspawn sat back irritably in the pilot seat of her modified amphibious fighter. She had already taken a calculated risk by pushing east of the Surric system to where the Close Encounter, a Leviathan-class assault frigate, patrolled nearby. The system's only inhabitable planet, Teyr, lacked a militaristic refueling station being mainly a tourist's destination, but she apparently couldn't secure an immediate docking permit with the starship either. She sighed, slid a hand over her face and up into her braids, and finally sat back up. Graceful acceptance was the only logical choice in this situation; if the captain was not running suddenly low on fuel, she might have stayed to press the flight officers, but not now. Her reserve wasn't at a dangerous level yet, but if she waited here for a switch with one of the fighters on board, it soon would be.

Damsy reached over to switch on her navi-display. "Right. That's that, Squish," she notified her seeker droid co-pilot as she traced the holographic figures with a finger. "Set a course to Devaron."

It was a relative dream to land in Plaeree spaceport. At least to do that. Surviving the spaceport might be a different story - the local flight authority hadn't turned her away, but that fact didn't confirm the Devaronians were entirely friendly towards Confederates. Nothing was branded as CIS - not her uniform, not her vessel - but to the knowledge spacer's eye the style of her armor, even just the greaves, and a sidearm from the Confederate planet of Kamino might still well stand out. So she had to be careful who she asked for mechanical help.

The spaceport's cantina would be a well enough place to start. "'old down the fort, Q." Damsy climbed out of the open cockpit and braced herself on the edges to grab and holster her dartgun before jumping to the floor below. As she walked away, the drone sent a series or boops and beeps after her. I'll contact the nearest outpost too. Be careful.