The Start of a Very Bad Day (Open)

[Triter Zone]

[member="Sorin Vanado"]

"Speaking of whom, I did leave one alive for questioning... I'll take him off your hands if you want, he didn't give me anything you haven't found out already, I expect."
Triter craned his neck to look through the cockpit canopy as the ship eased into the docking bay, catching sight of his own machine sitting securely where he had left it, much to his relief. The Amaran stood from his chair as they landed, looking around out through the windows for any more of the droids they had faced before, or any more mercenaries sent to capture Sorin.
Everything looked clear.
"So where do you plan on going from here?" Triter asked, working his way aft as the hatchway hissed open for his egress. "I don't have anything better to do; I could tag along, see if I can find some work on the way?"

 

[Sorin Vanado]

[member="Triter Zone"]

"Speaking of whom, I did leave one alive for questioning... I'll take him off your hands if you want, he didn't give me anything you haven't found out already, I expect."

"Another one?" An interesting development, and something that worked in his favor. The big guy from before was next to useless when Sorin was done with him, but a lackey, while low on the totem pole, can possess a surprisingly large amount of information. Especially when...persuaded. "I'll handle him. It won't be a problem." There are also other questions he had, some things he needed to find out before he could progress forward safely.

"So where do you plan on going from here? I don't have anything better to do; I could tag along, see if I can find some work on the way?"

"I have an idea of where to go," he said in reply, getting up from the cockpit chair, and going to another screen, dealing specifically with navigation. There were a few coordinates he could use to get an idea of the trade-routes nearby. Best to play it safe and go where there's a lot of traffic to get information. He turned back toward Triter, and wondered something. The guy had a good heart, Sorin could tell as much, but for where he was going, there were too many questions, and answers were far and in between. He suspected that he wasn't out of the clear yet, not by a long shot. Sorin grabbed a nearby pad of paper and pen and started to write down a few things. "I don't know who targeted me, but I suspect they will be where I'm going. At the same time, I have some unfinished business I need to take care of." Tearing out the paper, he walked over to Triter, and handed him the paper. "Despite my circumstances, I always repay my debts. On there is an address on the Holonet. When you need to, access it from a public terminal, and it'll prompt you with a screen. Give your name, and wait three days. I'll be there." With a smile, he extended his hand. "And thank you."

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="Sorin Vanado"]

((Sorry for the long delay... had some IRL stuff I had to deal with and I kinda forgot about our RP!))

Triter smiled, accepting the small sheet of paper and glancing at it before putting it away in a pocket of his flight-suit. The young vulpine reached up, standing further up on his toes to shake Sorin's hand due to his stature.
"You seem like a good guy, Sorin, would be a shame to have let the droids and mercenaries have their way with you. Or me."
Grinning, the space pirate turned to head down the boarding ramp, waving back over his shoulder as he headed toward his starfighter on the other side of the hangar. As he approached, its canopy hissed upward to let him enter, which he did with a leap and a brief scramble over the lip.
"IFF signal is frequency 23357!" Triter called before the canopy descended. "Follow me out! I'll clear you a path."

 

[Sorin Vanado]

[member="Triter Zone"]

{lmao xD It's all good. Things happen, but we're still here =) That's all that matters.}

"You seem like a good guy, Sorin, would be a shame to have let the droids and mercenaries have their way with you. Or me."

"That would put a damper on things." He said, and laughed, grateful to find humor in this part of the galaxy. There were worse ways to go, but despite the start of his day, things weren't as bad as they could be. Things could be a lot worse. Getting attacked by mercenaries was one thing, but at least with the help of Triter, he should be able to get out of the way of these Pirates without much difficulty. Hopefully. He watched the Amaran go and get into his starfighter, but as he did, he was reminded of what the mercenary said, that the ship was "whimpy" or some such thing. Based on what he knew of machines, though the size of it was small, its complexity could make for some interesting maneuvers in space. With the potential of an ever-changing center of gravity, all it would take is one flip and suddenly you lose sight of their ship. Yeah...nothing whimpy about that at all.

"IFF signal is frequency 23357! Follow me out! I'll clear you a path."

With a thumbs up to him, Sorin went back into his ship, and resumed his take off procedures from the pilot's seat. Bringing up the IFF signal system, he quickly changed it to the frequency Triter pointed out. Hopefully this worked, because otherwise, this was going to be a very bad day all over again. With a lift and twist of the ship's mass, he initiated thrusts, and exited the hanger-bay.

 

[Triter Zone]

[member="Sorin Vanado"]

Triter smiled to himself, glancing over at Sorin's new ship as his starfighter's transparisteel canopy descended over him. Quickly, he brought the fighter out of hot standby; he had not expected to be on the station long, and had left most of the systems active, reducing the time it would take to perform his pre-flight check.
"-no thanks to you, you flea-bitten pup! Where the kark are you?!"
The Amaran's grin turned to a grimace as he reactivated his comm unit, immediately getting an earful of the pirate commodore's tirade. He wondered how long the miserable excuse for a buccaneer had been ranting at his unmonitored channel.
"Good to hear your voice again too, Commodore."
"Triter! Emperor's black bones where have you BEEN? Sightseeing?! We've just about blasted down the shields already, no thanks to you!"
"Sorry, Commodore, but I had a bit of a change in plan once I was inside. I'm taking this opportunity to announce my resignation, effective immediately."
There was a long pause before the Commodore replied.
"You what?"
"I quit, Commodore."
"You can't just quit in the middle of an operation!"
"Sir, with NO due respect, I haven't seen one thin decicredit of those untold riches I was promised, and I doubt I'm ever going to at this rate. As you say, you and your little fleet seem to have the situation well in hand, without my help. So, I'll be going now; I'll have a friend in my wake, and if you give either of us a hard time, I'll be putting that assumed competence to the test."
Before the Commodore could give his spluttering reply, Triter switched the comm channel to Sorin's ship.
"Alright, I just delivered my notice; let's boost."
The tiny Scrimshaw lifted on its repulsorlifts, exiting the hangar bay and passing through the weakened deflector shield. As soon as he did so, his threat display began to sprout red dots signifying inbound hostiles.
Triter sighed.
"Why do these people always try to stop me..."