Three, Two, One

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"] | [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

"Whatcha mean?" Murfled sounds around da straw filled with sweet, sweet glorious fruity alcoholic nectar. "Haven't tried to hurt da one yet."

Yet.

It was a subtle threat and maybe a bit spoiled cus of da drinking through a straw thing. But then again her arms weren't arms but black prosthetics that looked more expensive than this entire junkyard put together. Who knew what kind of deadly force they could project, if Hira was so well-inclined. Right now she seemed pretty occupied by that straw though. She slurped some more down while watching Sabetha haggle her way down to a price that seemed barely acceptable to her.

That piece of junk was gonna get them to the station?

"Well." Hira rose an eyebrow while studying the ship critically. "At da very least nobody's gonna suspect we leading an assault with dis thing."

It seemed to be falling into pieces right before their eyes.

Not that Mitsae was an accomplished engineer or whatever. So maybe she was complaining about nothing and this was exactly how every ship was supposed to be. Who knew? Shysa had been the one figuring out transportation on their end.

Jus' get me to da kill, Shysa, I will handle da rest. She would have said.

"Eh. If ya wan' it to crash ya should gimme the pilot chair." They all looked at her, Hira slurped from her straw absently, before noticing their looks. "Wha?"

 

[Sabetha Tag]

"Hey the alternative is tryin' to fit all three of us in that little two seater we jacked from the Warden," Sabetha said absently as the trio went inside and started looking around.

"Which I mean, sure, but since there's no way I'm letting you behind the wheel again, cause I value my fething life, Rohak is sitting in YOUR lap."

Sabetha reached out, patting the hull. "This'll do the job. Got a good feeling 'bout her."

Hira knew Sabetha was Force Sensitive. Knew she'd trained, albeit briefly, with the Jedi. Whether the other woman trusted that at all, well, that was out of the redhead's hands. Sabetha didn't really know where her luck ended and where the Force started, but she'd learned to trust that feeling and follow it where it led. Usually it was well worth her time and effort to do so.

From the previous statements, it was clear that Sabetha would pilot. She wasn't an inspired one- it wasn't a knack or anything. But she was proficient and the sound from Rohak said he was less so.... and Hira was terrifying behind the yoke. Never again.

"I got this. Never letting you pilot again. Not for all the bacta on Thyferra."

"Uh. You mean none?"

"What?"

"Sith burned it down. Not a lot a' bacta coming out of Thyferra these days."

"Mother karker, now I'm mad. Ruining perfectly good aphorisms."

Sabetha grumbled as she made her way up to the cockpit and settled herself in. Hands moved across the controls, familiarizing herself with the particular set up. Fortunately it was an older model, nothing changed in her two years out of the loop so that was nice.

"Someone park yer arse up here and keep me company. Double bonus points if you can handle auxiliary in an emergency."

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Zef Halo]

After giving Hira a glare as she innocently drank from her alcoholic beverage, Rohak followed Sab inside the ship. Unnaturally, Sab's optimism seemed to slightly rub off on the Mandalorian who startled at the odd sensation. As the two girls continued babbling with no possibility of shutting their mouth at sight, Rohak inspected carefully the ship's various quarters. State of the art never crossed paths with pirate ships, that adjective only belonged to governments. This ship's state? Slightly below the average pirate ship you can meet in the Outer Rim. Hira was exaggerating but so was Sab. The Mandalorian had to maintain a somewhat more realistic approach. Perhaps he had more naval experience than the other two.

And that experience came to work as he made his way into the cockpit last.

"This is a gun panel." Rohak pointed at one of the seats that faced sideways. He rubbed his finger across a coat of dust on the panel. "Old, retractable Corellian twin laser cannon. You will handle this, Hira." The Mandalorian possessed the know how of managing a ship. He'd spent his whole life on bridges and boarding ramps. That far from made him a genius, of course. With a galaxy full of prodigies, who seemed to know perfectly everything since they were born, Rohak, as every normal person in the galaxy, learned with time and practice.

The pirate turned to Sab and the helm in her hands caught his attention with a frown and with no manners he intruded the ginger's personal space inspecting it.

Of course. Smuggler's ship or a blockade runner.

"The flight control system's mechanical." He stated. Crickets chirped. "Smugglers usually tear up their fly-by-w (crickets chirping). The helm's mechanical, probably lacks a fail safe deliberately to give it greater maneuverability than allowed. Don't yank it too hard." The last came as a grave warning. Rohak wasn't the best person to explain things. "Start it up."

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Sabetha Tag"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Sabetha Tag"]

She flopped into the chair next to Sab that Rohak indicated.

"Ohoho, look at 'em, Sabby. Guy knows the arse-end of the ship from da front an' thinks he da cap' now." Hira drawled as the black metal of her prosthetic brushed the dust away. The controls were simple enough, you had ya screen, indicator and it was linked up directly to the sensory array. If some chit popped off the boogeys (that is what they were called, right?) would show up and she'd just have to make sure dem blips aligned together with the crosshairs of the panel.

Then squeeze the triggers.

Easy enough, yeah?

"I do like to make things go boom tho, so I am gud here for now." Oh, part of Hira wanted to pilot, but pretty sure that Sabetha still hadn't forgiven her after their fleeing from the pirates. That had been hilarious and absolutely amazing.

But Sabby had less fun at da.

 

[Sabetha Tag]

"That?" Sabetha asked with over exaggerated a mock incredulity. "THAT?! is?! a?! gun?! panel?! I had NO idea! Amazing!"

She blinked innocently at him from the scant centimeters away he'd left between as he'd come in for a closer look. She rested a finger on her cheek, turning it back and forth as she blinked, entirely over the top, at him. He kept explaining, unnecessarily (crickets chirpping), and she waited until he seemed to be done.

"Really? I can? Gee wiz thanks EVER so much!" Her smile was wide and aggressively fake. "All by myself? Do you think I can manage it?"

She blinked at him, face going entirely blank.

"For a guy who said he couldn't pilot this, you sure have a lot of opinions on how to pilot it. Sit down. Don't teach an ewok to chit in the woods, Tin Man."

Sabetha couldn't have handled a large ship, and she wouldn't have tried. Where Rohak's experiences made him comfortable there, these smaller freighters and gun runners were the redhead's bread and butter. She wasn't a pilot prodigy. Didn't pretend to be. But she was comfortable in the cock pit and knew what she was doing and how to handle ships like this one. Hands started to move across the dash, flipping switches, turning a dial, and then the ship coughed, a low humming vibration filling the cockpit as Sabetha settled back against the pilot's chair.

"We'll swing around and make a supply pick up for some tools we might need," she said, engaging the repulsors and easing them up. There was a rattle and a shimmy, but Sabetha leaned over, easing down on one of the dials which evened out the sensation. She smiled, more genuine this time, easing forward on the yoke. It was loose, easy movement, and the ship rose into the air.

"After that.... sky's the limit."

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"]