They told me you could help (Vaudin)

[Arage Bao]

[member="Vaudin Miir"]

‘Right’ Khaleel just muttered, while trying (desperately) to retain some kind of nerve to do this. Because that was what this was all about, nerve and some self-confidence, even if it didn’t feel that way. Vaudin felt something in him (or he was really crazy), Korr had seen something in him, hell the entire Jedi Order had seen something in him, or they would have sent him away instead of keep on trying to ‘fix’ him.

‘Fine.’ Khal finally said, more to himself than Vaudin.

Taking a deep breath the Thief finally relaxed and let the worries flow out, this was going to work, it had to or they’d all d-- don’t think about that. Definitely don’t think about that, just… feel the Force or whatever, feel the ship? sounded better, much better.

Finally he closed his eyes and suddenly… he could sense something. It was far off, but there was this distinct feeling of becoming whole again, the scuttle of the hull, the rattling of the floorworks. Khaleel opened his eyes again and started to work, knowing more or less instinctively what to do.

His time went into stabilizing the plot of the ship first, he’d figure out the rest later.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

"Not bad." Vaudin said taking a drink, "you managed not to hit anything in open space."

Vaudin leaned forward and began typing on a key pad his oversized hands moving as skillfully as an atrisian massagie girl on a, poll, he should put a poll in the crew lounge to slide between decks. Where was I? Vaudin tyoed in numbers on the key pad seemingly at random as he didn't bother with the navigation system and sat back again.

"When you are ready close your eyes and hit that little silver lever with the flashing light. The green light not the red one."

He was about to make a blind jump to force only knows where. Hope he packed extra underpants.

 

[Arage Bao]

Now just a little bit more confident Khaleel closed his eyes, hummed softly the tune of his favorite late-night show (Yes, it was "Odium's next move" award winning material right there) and finally hit the right lever. What's the worst that could happen anyway? It wasn't as if Vaud would send them on a blind jump or anything... right? RIGHT?

Oh boy, this would probably be bad, real bad. Khal tried to focus and get his head back in the game, eventually while they were in the cold tranquility of hyperspace he managed to retain some measure of calmness.

Then they arrived at their destination and jumped out of hyperspace.

What would they encounter?

[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

"Pirates!" Vaudin yelled as the ship exited hyperspace above a large mishmash fleet, "Karking bloody pirates!"

Vaudin sat up and grabbed the controls to start the turn as he began typing in Hyperspace coordinates. Problem was the hyperdrive wouldn't work....damn refitted hunk of junk.

In seconds the first hit against the shields came and they were forced to make one of two decisions; Land on the nearby planet that they knew nothing about or fight a fleet in a tramp freighter....um let me think about that for a second.

"Grab the quad turret kid I'm going to take us to that planet and try to shake these creeps."

 

[Arage Bao]

"Karking nerfherder!" Khaleel shouted when he finally opened his eyes and realized Vaudin wasn't playing some kind of joke with him. He threw his hands up, looking around to find away out of this situation. But there was known, he was stuck her in a metal box, surrounded by the vacuum of space and currently being fired upon by pirates. Freedom? This thing was a dead-trap! Finally he sprang up at the command and while cursing he ran for the turret.

"Who does a blind jump for a guy's first training trip?!" He shouted behind his shoulder, before taking control over the turret and firing at will. "Feth, feth, feth. Die, die, yes you too fether."

By this point Khal was simply mumbling and working on auto-mode, he'd probably be alright afterwards. If they survive, of course.

[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

"Shut up and shot something!" Vaudin yelled back, "OTHER THAN US!"

Vaudin steered the big bulk freighter toward the planet and angled deflector shields to cover their retreat. His hands flew over the controls as shots rocked the ship like a twi'lek hooker rocks your wallet. He hit a small button and vented the trash compartment into the path of the pirate fighters and dove really freaking fast into the planet's atmosphere and tried to find a place to land.

"Don't die!" He said over his shoulder before mumbling, "My chances with Grayson would go out the porthole."

 

[Arage Bao]

Khaleel kept shooting, somewhere along the line he had stopped cursing and instead found himself with the beginning of a satisfied grin plastered to his face. Told ya he'd be alright after getting a breather or two. Honestly he hadn't a clue of what he was doing g, they hadn't given him flight lessons, so turret lessons were definitely out of the question, felt like the Force was helping him along though. Kinda. Every once in a while he'd score an almost impossible hit amidst missed shots that had been pretty easy to take. Strange how that works.

But his random success/failure rate kept them relatively off their tail. So there was that.

"Once we survive this, we are going to Zeltros." Khal shouted over his shoulder. "And you are buying!"

[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

"Kid" CRASH a tree smacked the ventral quad laser as Vaudin search for a place to hide. "I been to Zeltros a hundred times and I never remember paying! Clearly you go to the wrong spots! KARK!"

VAudin pulled up hard as a mountain came into view, kinda explains the tree don't it, and started growing in his forward viewport. The bantha was a wonderful thing but again she wasn't called the bantha for giggles. Vaudin hit the attitude adjusters and pulled back harder than a toydarian at a card table. The ship climbed and climbed and still brused the rocky peak on the way over but at least they didn't die. That's when vaudin spotted an old building covered with moss and vines and a oh so beautiful hanger entrance on the south side. He angled down along the mountain side hoping to throw of the pirate scanners and brought the bantha to the building to land. With luck they could wait it out and the bums would leave. Otherwise, the kid would have to be sold....kidding. Vaudin tore out of his crash webbing and grabbed his double barrel shotgun and blaster pistols as he headed back toward the kid.

"Come on kid we may be having comapany!"

 

[Arage Bao]

‘Then show me around!’ he shouted back with a mad grin plastered. Seemed the kid was enjoying himself a lot, at least now that the initial drama and shock had worn off. Kal would have kept shooting at ‘em if not for the sudden sharp angle the ship took, it tore him straight off the chair and back into the hallway, where he hit his head slightly harder than he was used to.

Was a bit doozy for a while, blinked a few times, saw pink and unicorns. That was how [member="Vaudin Miir"] found him, the scoundrel apprentice shook his head and finally got up his feet. ‘Right, sir!’ his eyes caught the shotgun and two blasters in the hands and snarked, while they were running.

‘Vaud, you sure you can fire both blasters at the same time and make that shotgun useful?’ just a bit of light in light of the situation they were currently in. Seemed the blood and adrenaline was finally pumping a bit. Some guys shut down while in danger, Khaleel made bad jokes.

He checked his blaster belt, found his ambassador still sitting there and found himself immensely pleased with himself.

 

[Vaudin Miir]

[member="Khaleel Malvern"]

Vaudin grabbed a metal rod and stuck it through the trigger guard of the shotgun then sat it propped on a shelf Pointed at the lounge table across the room.

"Take notes kid this is gonna be your first lesson in saving your tail." Vaudin said as he pulled a detonation pack and sat it on the table.

He grabbed a bag and some minor gear as he lowered the boarding ramp in front of the shelf on which the shotgun sat and nodded to the kid.

"Come on kid. I got a plan." He said racing down the ramp and across the small distance to a pile of old junk and ship parts.