Unknown Regions Salvage (Open)

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Min stared off into nothing for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. Lenix was right, they had a job to finish and she'd be damned if she left that Hammerhead out here for someone else to find. "I hate to bring up money in this situation, but if this is a galactic event I need to get in touch with my buyer and see if he's still here. I'm sure that we can sell this little baby gundark to a faction. Hell, if this communique is correct and I'm head of the Alliance fleet then I'll just make the purchase on behalf of the Rebel Alliance Fleet and we'll all have our paydays."

"Temi, you go ahead and head down to the engine room with Skiriata anyways. I know you're no engineer, but a surgeon's hands are always useful down there."

"You're right Lenix, let's get the Indefatigable secure, drop her into our salvage orbit, and check out the Republic base. We might find more useful equipment there, and it's a safe harbor from the storm out there. I'll issue the gathering order for the Alliance fleet and have them meet us at Selvaris. Lenix, if you would be interested, I'm sure I could find you a stable position with the Rebel Alliance, chief salvage operator maybe? Maybe see about getting you an upgraded ship if you felt like it. If I'm admiral of a whole fleet, I want to keep you and everyone else here around me. Because as terrified as I am of this kind of responsibility, I'd feel a hell of a lot better having you all around." Min said as she looked down at her comm. She threw the toggle switch for the Alliance broad spectrum communicator and flipped her datapad open to the section designated 'General Orders.'

"This is a Golf-Oscar, say again this is a Golf-Oscar..."

[member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Alena"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Ill follow you anywhere maam." Skirata snapped to attention and saulted. "That is as long as the decisions are made with everyone's best interest in mind, and by everyone, I mean the galaxy." He hoped she understood what he meant. "I will head to get the sublight engines running, and then we will see about the hyperdrive." He started out the door slowly, then he stopped. "Oh, my Tegaanlir craft both have enough consumables for a year onboard for up[ to 16 passengers. Seeing as to how I almost never use them, we will be able to have a feast," he looked over to [member="Alena"] ." I might even break out the ne'tra gal ." [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Armand Temi"]

[ne'tra gal ] Black Ale- sweet, almost spicy black beer similar to milk stout

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena's brain seemed to freeze for several moments as Wan Min shocked her with piece after piece of insane-sounding news. Disappearances all over Selvaris, with bizarre activity cropping up around the Galaxy, and now Wan Min herself had somehow been designated to lead the Rebel Alliance? It was all too much, and little of it made sense. Alena gave Skirata a glance and frowned. The man was joking about beer, but there wasn't the time. The stride in which the man was taking all this news made Alena feel uneasy.
She took Minnie's arm and pulled her aside after she'd handed out her orders. "I haven't the foggiest what's going on here, but I think salvage is the least of our worries until we figure it all out." Alena furrowed her brow, gesticulating confusedly. "Commander of the Alliance fleet? According to whom?" She jerked her head back toward Prudii. "And what about him? He's an actual member, and a soldier to boot, why not pick him? And if they're scraping the bottom of the barrel to find you, how many actual Rebels do you think there are left to lead? And lead where?"
Alena took a deep breath and took Minnie by the shoulders, forcing the other woman into her gaze. "We've got to think about priorities here, and possibilities. I think whoever sent that transmission from Selvaris has jumped the gun. It's been what, half an hour, and they're claiming the Republic has all but vanished? Come on, Min, think, there's got to be people out there trying to organise and keep things running. We can't just assume everything's gone to hell. We've got to drop in on Selvaris, figure out what's going on, and then figure out what to do with our salvage work. We may have to just close up shop for a while until things get sorted."
Alena chewed on her lip for a moment and glanced around as the others had split off to complete their assigned tasks. "Look, you haven't got much for me to do right now. Let me take the droid and the ship and leg it back to Selvaris to figure out what the hell is going on. I'll be back in a day, two at most, and we can move on from there. In the meantime, you can keep on doing your thing here." Alena's eyes looked sincere, fierce, even. Wan Min was every bit as brilliant as Alena herself, more so even, but she wasn't a pressure junky. She could be as clumsy in the head as she could be walking, and in control of a militarised fleet that could spell disaster.
"Let me be your eyes and ears for a while, Minnie. Come with me if you want. Two days, is all I'm asking."

[member="DasGeneral"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Lenix smiled at Wan Min for the offer, though pondered it for a little while before replying. "Hmm...Thankyou for the offer, though I must admit, I like the freelancing aspect of my salvage operations. I've been wanting to distance myself from factions, as I get tied up in their conflicts and mistakes. And as old as she is? The Thunderflash has become like a friend and a home to me since I got her. However, I would love to assist you and your fleet and yourself anytime as a business partner...and friend" he smiled up at her "And besides, that means we can keep any private finds away from prying eyes if we fancy another excursion like this one" he smirked. The one benefit from being contracted was freedom to choose jobs at will, which the Squib liked. "How does that sound Miss Min?"

[member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Skirata popped his head back inside the door after hearing his name a once or twice."Don't take my jests the wrong way, I only intend to lighten the mood." Verd shrugged. "I just learned that whatever this is that happened, took my closest friend. There isn't much I can do about it, but I am not going to let it ruin me." He stopped. Whoever, or whatever did this is going to pay for what happened, but for now I don't think we have much of a choice, but to stay in the here and now." He paused. "I believe the reason they didn't choose me to lead the fleet because I just joined them last month. So while I may be capable, I have not yet proven myself." He paused nodding his head."But thanks for thinking of me." He said as he left once again, this time not to come back to the group. after he made his way to the engine room, and he saw the state of the engines, "haar'chak!" he exclaimed. They were in need of some serious maintinence. It looked like they were almost completely disassembled, almost as if someone had wanted to make sure it wouldn't go anywhere. At least the engines resembled something he was familiar with. In the middle of a table was a datapad, on it's screen, burned into the display, it read 'The Sith have boarded, and headed to the bridge of the ship. It looked like they were trying to take the ship with them, so the captain ordered us to dismantle the engines, both sublights and hyperdrives. we have hidden the pieces and parts thoroughly throughout the Engine room, the cargo hold, and the kitchen. The list of what was taken is.....' and the rest was off the screen. He cursed yet again, then called the group on the comm frequency they had selected."Hey I am going to need a hand down here. We need to search the cargo bay, all of the crates, and containers, every nook and cranny for the parts to either the sublight engines or hyperdrive. The same goes for the kitchen. Temi and I will be looking for parts in the engine room. Sorry for the inconvenience." [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Alena"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Min sat down in the captain's chair as the emergency fields and atmosphere systems came online. She was scared of what was to come, terrified of screwing up her chance to make a real difference. "Ale," Min said as she handed Alena the communique and datapad, "It's authentic. The emergency transmission codes match up, daily command codes match, authority transfer codes match, everything syncs up. I haven't been named Head of the Alliance, but these codes authenticate for transfer of command authority and designation of Fleet Admiral status in the Rebel Alliance over to me,."

Min looked over at Lenix. "Lenix, I'd love to keep you around as a business partner. I can understand your desire to distance yourself from the other factions. I'm shocked that anyone would nominate me to be head of Alliance Fleet Command, but I guess orders are orders. I'll keep coming out on these salvage excursions as often as I can, this debris field won't salvage itself!"

Min read off the atmospheric readings on her wristcomp. "Eighty percent atmosphere, safe to breathe," she recited as she took her helmet off. The bridge smelled musty, with hints of ozone and smoke. "I don't need you to leave Ale. We need to finish this job here first. Let the fleet mass over Selvaris and we'll have a lengthy discussion about responsibilities after. I want to bring the Indefatigable back with us and maybe one more ship as well. If this is a permanent transfer of authority Ale, we need all the firepower we can get. I need you here," Min said as she tenderly put her hand on Alena's waist.

Just as she was about to say something else, she received the message from Verd. "Alright Verd, we'll be along in a minute. Go ahead and look around the engine room for the parts, then we'll hit the kitchen and cargo hold together. It shouldn't take too long after that," Min said. She stood up and kissed Alena's cheek. "I'll be fine, don't you worry about me. If I can survive my dissertation committee, I can survive fleet politics."

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Alena"] [member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena had serious doubts about the growing grandiosity of their situation. Where Min went, Alena went, which meant that when Wan Min was made Admiral of a fleet of ships Alena had never seen before, she was Minnie's right hand woman. She didn't feel very strongly about Min's lips on her cheek, but at the moment she was an interesting mixture of terrified, angry and confused. She tried to force her feelings away for the moment, but they refused to cool off and instead remained simmering just below the surface.
"Well at least give me leave to help Skirata out. We'll never get this lug sold without working engines." She looked to the Mandalorian, who had already arrived at the engines. "Skirata, it's Alena, I'll join you guys." Alena latched her helmet to her waist and stalked off, following the Alliance man further into the ship.

[member="DasGeneral"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Min nodded in agreement to Alena's question. "You go ahead and help out, I'm going to stay here and run some scans. See what we can find," Min said. Alena seemed disappointed, but she understood this was a big change. She had never had this kind of authority before and no one could have predicted that she, of all people, would end up the head of a major fleet, never mind the head of the Rebel Alliance fleet! As Alena walked off the bridge to go help the rest of the salvage crew, she walked over to the sensor board and started a short range scan. The debris field itself was fairly expansive, hundreds of ships were lost here. "The Republic downplayed how big this battle was, this was a titanic clash of fleets," she said to herself.

The scanner suddenly stopped and focused on a single target. "Large object detected: GRS Indomitable, Hammerhead-Class Cruiser. No life signs detected, no power detected. All escape pods jettisoned. Heavy structural damage. Second object detected: GRS Minotaur, Thranta-Class Corvette. Negligible structural damage. All escape pods jettisoned. No power detected. Huh...negligible structural damage. I wonder why they'd abandon her," Min muttered aloud. She reached over and threw the ship-wide communication toggle.

"Listen up, after we get the hyperdrive working for the Indefatigable, we've got two other ships on sensors, the Indomitable, a Hammerhead Class, and the Minotaur, a Thranta Class. We've got to choose: Do we want to go for the Hammerhead or the Thranta? The Hammerhead has heavy structural damage, the Thranta has light. I'm worried though because that Thranta has minimal damage and there was no reason for them to abandon her. We need to choose one, tractor it, and get the hell out of here ASAP to get back to Selvaris. What do you all think?"

[member="Alena"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Well, seeing as to how this ship isn't going anywhere unless you tractor it, could we have [member="Lenix Ornil"] do a scan on it to see if the engines are operational?" Skirata Radioed in. "If the hyperdrives and sublights are operational, that might be the better one to snag atm. we can always come back for this hammerhead. I can leave the Tegaanalirs here to keep her safe." He checked his Rebel communications file on his communicator and swore." I have been called in for my duties with Rouge Squadron. I need to aid them in the space battle at Helska IV, can this group wrap the op up without me?"
[member="DasGeneral"] [member="Alena"] [member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

"Hyperdrive engines are bust, most of the sublights are salvageable. I checked before when I was fixing the reactor. R5 found the error reports. this thing isn't going anywhere without a towing vessel. Though I'm not sure the damaged hull would be one hundred percent structurally integral without some rough repairs on the hull. She should handle well at sublight speeds, and I'm sure I can get her flying. Just give me around three hours and I could have her flying under her own steam. May even get her to break atmosphere, but we'll tow her into salvage orbit. The Republic base may have some spare parts we can use to get her running better so we should put her repairs on latter priority, or I can jury rig her to fly in atmo to land with us"

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Alena"]

 

[Armand Temi]

But Armand's hands were pretty much useless in the engine room. He felt like he had done more damage than repair quite honestly. With his EVA gloves full of dust and ancient engine grease, he comlinked back to the group: "Yes, I agree with Mr. Ornil and Mr. Skirata. There's nothing any of us can do with these engines." He lifted up what he thought may be part of a thruster and it fell apart in his hands.

"I'm coming back to the Thunderflash with to travel with Lenix," Armand said. He made his way to the area of the wreck where he could cross over to the Squibb's ship. Armand longed for a nighcap, a comfortable bed and a good night sleep on Mr. Ornil's ship. He was very keen on waking up refreshed and re-reviewing all of the virus flimsi films which were in his case.

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Alena"] [member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

[gallery]http://i1069.photobucket.com/albums/u478/ender_wiggin1988/Droids/Annihilation-droid-xrr3_zps1bu1erbh.png[/gallery]Alena heard Armand's surrender and Skirata's intent to leave just as the turbolift door was closing on her. Dammit, they couldn't have mentioned this all five seconds ago? Alena told herself grumpily. Seeing as how Ornil had called it a day on the engines, and the others were leaving, there was no reason for her not to return to Wan Min's side, where she belonged. Alena keyed a coming floor and waited for the lift to stop, then stepped out. The hallway on either side was pitch black, forcing Alena to put on her helmet and switch on her headlamp. Dust floated aimlessly through the air, and debris littered the corridor floor. She turned to face the turbolift and activate the second tube, but realised quickly there wasn't one. Crud, no I'll have to wait for that other one to go all the way down and then come all the way back up.
She queued the lift and waited impatiently in the dark silence. She left her headlamp on for personal comfort, though the lone yellowed eye that was shining down the corridor some twenty meters didn't make her feel at all comfortable. Alena cut her lamp and squatted down against the turbolift doors and watched.
Skreeee...skreeee...skreeeeeeeee...
The grating sound of metal on metal sang throughout the corridor and an eerie pitch. Alena swallowed a lump in her throat, her stomach was knotted and fear was screaming inside her. She glanced up at the turbolift door, it was just reaching its destination many decks below. Kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff...
Alena drew her blaster and poked her head up from behind the turned over storage crate next to the lift doors. A bright red blaster bolt sang, ricocheting off the crate right before Alena's face and striking her helmet. Her headlamp exploded with a flash, the surge of power bursting its power capacitor. Smoke filled Alena's helmet, obscuring her vision and making her cough. She pulled the helmet off and dropped it onto the floor, leaning over and hacking while she held her throat. Meanwhile, whatever was heading for her kept on coming, unhindered, though it seemed to be moving at a limping pace. Skreeee...skreeee...skreeeeeeeee...
Alena poked her head out to the side this time, and quickly, viewing her assailant through the scope of her blaster pistol. What she saw scared the hell out of her.

Alena snapped back as quickly as she could, another blaster bolt seared through the air passed her cheek. She cradled her knees against her chest, silently begging the turbolift to hurry and glanced up briefly to see if her prayers had been answered. They hadn't. Kriff...I'm dead. She would have run, but the corridor was blocked by debris in the opposite direction. The droid was closing in on her, and Alena was running out of options. Skreeee...skreeee...skreeeeeeeee...
She took a deep breath and fired her blaster from behind her cover. Her shots ricocheted off wall and floor plating, though none of them struck her target. I'm going to have to aim...and shoot first. Alena turned to face her cover and crouched, then angled her blaster slowly over the edge of the storage crate. As quickly as possible, Alena brought her weapon sights down onto target and fired off a pair of shots. The first struck the droid in the center piece, the other missed. Sparks showered into the air in front of the war droid, scattering light everywhere for a brief moment. The droid didn't show any signs of slowly, however.
Skreeee...skreeee...skreeeeeeeee...
Alena clenched her jaw as the war droid continued its approach. It began firing shots randomly, denying her the opportunity to even shoot back. Blaster bolts ricocheted everywhere, showering her with sparks and lighting up the corridor like a fireworks display. She covered her head and closed her eyes as debris began showering her. Finally the turbolift dinged and Alena threw herself through its open doors. The limping war droid fired a steady flurry of shots that ricocheted into the turbolift, one of them striking Alena's thigh. She cried out and fell to the floor of the lift as its doors closed, then slapped the button for the uppermost deck and felt the lift shake beneath her as it began to move.
Moments later the lift slowed to a halt and Alena rolled out of the smoking tube, her thigh burning intensely. The wound hadn't fully cauterized and blood was leaking from the hole in her EVA suit. She pushed against the wound with one hand and looked down the corridor, yelling. "Help! I've been shot! At the turbolift!" Wan Min and anyone else on or near the command deck would hear her easily enough, especially with silence still permeating most of the vessel. Her thigh was killing her and she couldn't move it without bringing extreme amounts of pain down on her self.
After a moment of silence Alena brought her wristcomp to her mouth. Why didn't I just do that the first time? She asked herself sardonically. "Minnie, it's Alena, I've been shot, some kind of war droid in a lower deck. I'm at the lift, get over here!" After ending the transmission, Alena rolled onto her back side and forced herself up against the wall. She kept her hands over her wound, wanting so badly to let go just to dull the pain she was causing herself, but knowing she could bleed out if she did.

@DasGeneral @Armand Temi [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd Heard [member="Alena"]'s Cry for help, and realized he was the closest one to her position, even though he was making his way out of the ship. He was only a few turns and down a hallway from her. he sprinted to her location as fast as he could, seeing her Jump into the lift and get hit in the thigh.He grabbed his medpack and hurled it into the elavator as the doors closed. "Wan Min, This is Verd. Alena is on the turbolift heading to you, I managed to get a medkit into the lift before the doors closed. She is safe for now, I only saw her get hit in the thigh, but we have to disable the droid. I need you to find the records on this kind of droid. I want to know what sensors it has, targeting systems, any weaknesses, and I need the intel ASAP." he fired a flurry of bolts at The droid and saw that he wasn't able to penetrate the shield it had up. Leading it away from the lift, he fired off more bolts. He was grateful it was a good deal slower than it should have been.
"I do need the intel as soon as you can get it. You let me know what I asked for, and I will handle it for you."
He opened his comlink to his Tegaanalir ships and had one of them come to a location of an airlock location to get better weaponry than his pistol. He always loved to crack open his personal armory. This time he traded his standard blaster pistol for a Merr-Sonn DEMP Ion Pistol. and grabbed a few V-6 Haywire grenades as well. He grabbed an IR-5 blaster pistol and placed it in his secondary holster.
Then went back to the place he had Set his fighter down. "Whenever you have the intel, I am ready to do some damage." He said, angry that he had overlooked the droid in the first place, and now, his mistake had allowed one of his new friends to get injured.
[member="DasGeneral"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Lenix Ornil"].

 

[Wan Min Brightsky]

Alena ran over to the computer and read off the inventory list. "It's some sort of old war droid. The data is too corrupted for me to see what it is. Let me see if I can't deactivate it. One moment..." Min read over the orders that she could transmit. "I'm trying it now. Wait...wait... alright I think it's deactivated. Reading positive shutdown on all droids. We're good."

Min grabbed her comm and activated it. "Ale, you alright? The droid is deactivated. Listen, you have Skiriata bring you back to the ship. I'm going to lock a tractor on the Indefatigable and we're going back to Selvaris. It's about time that I dealt with this Alliance business."

[member="Verd Skirata"] [member="Alena"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Armand Temi]

"Alena, I'm on my way," said Armand. He was nearly back to the Thunderflash but he couldn't leave her especially if she was wounded. She would need a medpack and possibly an evacuation. He heard Mr. Skirata on the commlink and identified Alena's position as on the turbolift. He met the half-Chiss at the lift and bent down to inspect her leg. "How do you feel? Are you in a lot of pain?" Being a padawan he knew he could use The Force to control pain but he was still at the very early stages of his training and didn't want to hurt the woman more.

The Hapan doctor opened his case with the medpacs and immediately drew out a syringe. "Don't worry, Alena. This is only a ryll-based painkiller. It will take the edge off. You just say the word," he said, nodding at the syringe. He wasn't going to stick her without her permission.

"Or I have a patch form if you prefer." He knew that intravenous treatment would get to her faster but still she could be wary of him after the episode with the Sith virus. And here he was about to poke her with a needle.

[member="Alena"] [member="Verd Skirata"] [member="DasGeneral"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena hadn't had the clairvoyance to notice the medpack thrown to her by Skirata in the lift; it was still inside on some random deck level by now. What the hell had he even been doing down there? She asked herself briefly as Wan Min's voice sounded over the open comm channel. She felt immediate relief as the other woman's soft voice sang in her ears, but it quickly became evident she wouldn't be attending to her. Alena gritted her teeth and kept forcing pressure onto her thigh, pouring all her anger into the wound. Blood was still seeping from the half-burned hole in her leg, dripping inside her EVA suit and outside onto the deck plating. Briefly she heard the doctor's voice over the open comm, and once again relief washed over her. The Hapan man arrived shortly thereafter, a medical supply case in hand and a stupid question loaded and ready to fire. "Of course I'm in kriffing pain, or did the blood give me away?" Alena growled as Temi prepared a syringe with some sort of liquid. He paused, asking her permission to stick her, which prompted a quick nod from the half-Chiss. "Screw the patch, do whatever you have to do, I don't care." Alena wasn't afraid of needles, nor was she worried about the man's expertise. Hapans were one of the Galaxy's smarter societies and cultures, so she didn't much doubt his medical degree...as long as he had one.
As she felt the metal prick her skin, a cool sensation spread throughout her arm. Half a minute later she was sighing in relief as the pain began to ebb and fade. It would shrink to a dull throb, constant, but manageable. Alena let her hand fall back as her hands relaxed. She sighed audibly, though her wound began to bleed more profusely in her lax state. "Thanks you..." She muttered, her eyelids growing heavy.

[member="Armand Temi"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Armand didn't bat an eye when Alena snapped at him. First of all, he had witnessesed the half-Chiss's fiery temper more than once on this trip. Second, he was used to being abused by patients when they were in a great deal of distress. It came with the territory and who could blame her? The wound on her leg was more severe than he thought it would be.

Luckily the enviro-suit he wore had come with extra oxygen on the back of the suit, so he first unstrapped the small tank and pulled out a mask-like apparatus. "Hold still," he said, gritting his teeth and ripping open the EVA suit where the blast had torn through the tough fabric of the suit. "Alena if you feel faint, I want you to breathe this oxygen," he said, holding up the face mask. She would somehow need to get her suit open at the chest or neck in order to put on the mask but they would deal with that later.

With her leg exposed, Armand cleansed the wound with an irrigation bulb and then he immediately pulled out a bacta patch and applied it to her damaged leg, the sickly-sweet smell filling the air. Then he topped it off gently with a bandage wrapping and looked in his medpac to see what he could seal the leg of the EVA suit up with.

[member="Alena"] [member="DasGeneral"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Temi worked what appeared to be a very simple display of magic that allowed Alena to relax a little further. The man knew what he was doing, and she was appreciative of that, even if her current state was the feeling's main contributor. The pain in her leg began to lessen further as the bacta got to work, though the wound would take some time to heal. She let herself slip away into unconsciousness, feeling confident that she was well looked after.

[member="Armand Temi"]

 

[Verd Skirata]

"Im glad you were able to shut the droid down, but I still feel like blowing this kriffing droid up. he set the armament he had taken up down, and picked up his other blaster, and a 10 meter roll of detonite tape, A high explosive strip.Walking back to the droid, he wrapped it up in the stuff and used his jetpack to give him the power needed to move the droid to an airlock. setting the timer on the detonite for 5 minutes, he shoved the hunk of soon to be scrap out the airlock, allowing time for it to get far away from the ship to have it explode. Standing at the airlock to watch his handiwork, he commed and asked," Is Alena going to be alright Temi?" having heard the brief conversation he had with her over the com.
[member="DasGeneral"] [member="Armand Temi"] [member="Alena"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

The squib ran in and slapped the Mandolorian's back as the droid exploded out in atmosphere "What the kark!!! You complete moron, do you have any idea how much those droids are worth in that condition!?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, echoing through the hold, fearlessly staring up into the faceless mandolorian helmet. "You just wasted the cost of a new starship you thick karking bantha brain..." he huffed, the calm demeanor gone at the actions of wasting more salvage profit.

[member="Verd Skirata"]