Private Type A

[Delila Castillon]

EN ROUTE TO RAEVANA
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Cargo was being loaded into the vessel, crates that were locked down tight. Unmarked, large locks on the outside. The nature of the cargo was unknown, which was fine for herself. The less she knew about certain types of cargo, the better. Especially when travelling to 'secret' planets. Off the main starcharts, Raevana was becoming a haven for pioneers. Refugees looking to slink off the map and be left alone. At least this is what she had been told. Communication was spotty out of the planet and infrastructure still being under construction the way it was.

She was working with Jared Starchaser , both apparently having had run in the same circles but never interacting before. Considering their personality types, they were going to get along famously or one was going to kill the other before reaching Raevana. There was going to be no inbetween she was certain of it. However, she needed back up. And a pilot for such a sensitive job. An excellent co-pilot she was but not the best at the actual navigating and getting out of hairy situations.

Cargo in the ramp, she set to work physically moving it into place, working with rachet straps and floor locks to keep everything in place. Methodical the way she always kept her cargo bay, even if it wasn't her ship.

"Nearly done. We have extra parts aboard for mishaps? I had a bad experience once. Been cautious ever since."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

To say that Jared wasn’t a team player was a bit of a misnomer. He didn’t mind working on a team, so long as the team either knew what they were doing without needing to ask questions, or asked questions early and responded in his way. What he was almost excited for was the chance to be paired up on this mission with one Delila Castillon . They had the chance to work together on the on-going path development from the Levantine Spur out into old Outer Rim Coalition space. And they were doing a probably-simple trip out to Raevana.

The trick was they were using a given ship with cargo that was unopened by either of them. Fine by Jared. He just needed a destination, and could fly damn near any ship. Being out in the Levant space? That gave them the additional level of protection of being in the spooky hidden worlds. It just meant that their clients would be people not wanting to give their name.

Again, fine.

“Extra parts? I mean, I have a replacement for the hyperdrive should anything go wrong, but its a –” He was going to say milk run but decided against it. “So long as we don’t have any bananas aboard we’ll be fine.” An old spacer tale. And he probably didn’t quite say bananas, but the appropriate local fruit that caused so many spacers to lose their ships.

He paced the ship, with his BD unit, and took in what they had, and BD had downloaded a few things from his father’s astromech to help with the ships own navigation. Would help for now. “What was the bad experience?” He got to work locking one of the final crates.

 

[Delila Castillon]

Metallic sound of the rachet strap being put into place was the only sound after Jared Starchaser revealed there were no spare parts aboard save for the hyperdrive components. Better than nothing she supposed but it was extremely odd there were no extra power couplings or lengths of wire available for emergencies. Perhaps the Starchaser family had gotten too comfortable in the hyperlanes and didn't take all the necessary precautions.

"I was marooned on a planet for a year or two. Alone. No one looked for me."

Her tone made it clear she was not discussing the situation any further. Despite the years that had gone by, the event still deeply affected her, most likely would for the rest of her life. It wasn't something she was open to sharing and she silently hoped Starchaser would drop it and move on. They had work to do after all.

Looking around the cargo bay, a small nod of approval.

"Everything looks ship-shape. Let's hit the skies."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

It was smuggling, well, to an extent. Moving product from here to there? Jared could do that. And for refugees? That was what he was getting himself into nowadays over the more profitable crime. Maybe it was because he had what he needed, his ship, a moving home in the form of the Dawn Chaser, though his father should update that to become a Mon Cala ship, they had some more class than the militant visions of Imperial ships, even if the Imperial service is where Coren Starchaser cut his teeth. Rebellions and freedom fighting was where he shined.

Jared got himself prepped how he normally did, the parts of ships that went the most were hyperdrives, and if they were boarded? It was the first thing an Imperial, or hell, even pirate, went for. And he didn’t feel like rebuilding one from scratch. Real space, he could pilot away, and fight to survive until he could set up to replace the parts. He had his own personal comfort in space.

“A year or two?” Jared shook his head and waved it off. “Not a great time. Won’t happen on this trip, Castillon.” He had an air to himself that was confident, but not unfoundedly-so. “Lets get moving.” He said as he walked up the gangway, Hopper jumping off his shoulder to scout the ship before heading to the cockpit.

“Been on one of these ships before?” Jared was already toggling a few systems as he finished the pre-flight and got power through to the repulsors.

Delila Castillon

 

[Delila Castillon]

"Won't happen this time? I will believe it when we touch down on Raevana."

Taking her role up as co-pilot, Delila slid into the seat and adjusted things to her liking, a critical eye looking over what she was presented. Immediately she started to toggle through the start-up sequence, ensuring things were running smoothly. That the shields were receiving power. Fuel stores looked good. The basics she did on any flight she would be copiloting.

"No, never been on one of these ships. Not that I am aware of, anyway. Not really a vessel-model type of person. Most seem to be fairly similar with different aesthetics and benefits. You're not going to be insufferable and inform me of all its features, are you? If thats the case you can save your breath Starchaser because I don't want to hear it."

Gaze focused back on the sensor readouts, quiet for a moment as she looked through the data presented.

"Systems look good."

Jared Starchaser

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The Mirialan could only really smirk as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I mean it only every so often that I crash and lose a crewmember.” He was clearly, or at least clearly to him, taunting her playfully. The Force User was more than happy to have her around, but he wasn’t always going to make it smooth sailing.

He didn’t look to make things difficult, he wanted to have her fly with him again. Someone with old Rebel ties? The amount he could learn? “So, not a pilot, more a grounder then?” A good thing to have someone you could call on. And with his line of work? He’d maybe need that.

“So you’re not interested in the weapons package it has?” He looked at Hopper, his BD, and the screen the droid was playing with, showing the weapons package, mostly two turrets and the missile offerings went black. As it did, Jared pushed the ship onto its repulsors and then caught the engines. “Looks like the benefactors prepped the ship’s hyperdrive.” He flipped a few switches. “All seems good.”

With that he jumped the ship to lightspeed. “Don’t think we’re all that long, based on the nav route. Bring any cards?"

Delila Castillon