Well forgive us these smiles on our faces (Recon Run: Ord Biniir, Sith Ascendancy)

[Seydon of Arda]

Seydon tilted the yoke controls, warmed power to the aft, feeling the engine clusters cough before they found a note of thrumming speed. It vibrated, just gently, up through the additional steerage pedals installed just under the lip of the forward console displays. He reached, taking hold of the holomap, swinging it closer on a gimbal of hard light. The Golden Rose tracked down at a steepening angle, through thermo and mesosphere layers. Heat shields on the conical nose and nacelle wings glowed hot, scattering burnt after-images into Seydon’s peripheral glances.

They passed the one-hundred kilometre line. The eighty kilometre. Seydon didn’t let up on the throttle, wanting their entry to resemble a dun spectre, falling like wrath out of the void. The fifty kilometre line. Sensor readings gauging atmospheric composition measured steady rises in oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide, pieces of helium, neon, and methane. They broke the tropopause and were ‘in’. He pulled on the yokes, levelling them off onto a gentler descent angle. Shielding plates on the forward hulling was scored black. The Golden Rose kept descending low, following the turning holo-map. Rosa was bowed in concentration. He smelled the sweat beading on her brow, listened to her tongue licking behind her lips over incisors and molars. The vessel tracked southward, turning towards...

“‘Dascoria’...?” Seydon mouthed to himself. They hurtled across a hard steppe of swaying timber-grass, going down, following the course of a score of river bodies merging into a single colossal ‘vein’ pouring down into a valley basin. Forward sensor nets caught sight of habitable super-structures laid along a damp, lower shelf of a grand waterfall. White-gold spires caught the sun, blinking with opulence. He kept watch for sign of an enlarged courtyard, keying the comm scanner, trying to glance between sensor returns, the viewport, attitude and steerage controls, and his wife. Jorus made it look so easy.

“...Got him. Out near the Industrial quadrant, some administrative structure,” Seydon said. He tuned the holo-projector, switching to a sonic and thermal read: ghostly translucent outline of a neo-classical fort, parted to allow an open, walled yard. It was shivering with a riot of sound and rising heat. “...How are we doing? Darling, you feel anything out there?”

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Sal Katarn"]

 

[Aran Finn]

Twenty-two minutes later a truck smashed through the gate, and Alen Na'Varro scattered with the crowd. While Merrill had been jerry-rigging his smuggler-saving device, Na'Varro had been blending in with the remaining observers and surveiling the Palace's defences. Surprisingly there were very few strong points, and most of the guards seemed well-trained but vulnerable to his particular talents. Only one bounty hunter remained, and as stated previously, Na'Varro would mark him as a threat until proven otherwise. Then there were the three black-armoured bodyguards; slow but powerful. Would their armour stand up to his lightsaber? He would likely put that to the test. One on one, Alen knew that they would present no obstacle to him ... but three on one? He would not let that happen.

Na'Varro's strategy was simple. Protect Merrill from harm. Reduce civilian casualties. Only come above the detection threshold when it was necessary to do so.

And then it began.

The bounty hunter was the first to react, following an instinct that had likely been sharpened and refined by years of combat. Na'Varro's reaction was also instinctive, demonstrating the skills of a man who abided solely within the confines of the living Force. Physically, he ducked for cover like the rest of the civilians who strove to remove themselves from the conflict. Mentally, instinctively ... like catching a mosquito in your hand or a falling glass that you had absent-mindedly knocked over, the middle-aged Master reached out with the Force and caught the .48 slug no more than five metres before it reached its intended target.

He held it there for a second. When in combat, the mind is at a heightened state, and it takes an eternity for time to pass. That second would be more than enough time for the bounty hunter to realise that his action had not resulted in the intended effect. That second would be enough time for doubt to settle in his mind. Had the weapon malfunctioned? Had he missed? That doubt would be enough for him to pause, hopefully ... for Na'Varro sent that .48 round back to the bounty hunter at the same velocity and on the same trajectory. Na'Varro didn't know what kind of armour the bounty hunter was wearing, and that would likely inform the effect his action had on the man. If it didn't kill him, it would probably knock him on his backside ... with the feeling that someone very strong had just punched him in the forehead.

Still cowering with the rest of the crowd, Na'Varro watched for the reactions of the guards and the black armoured bodyguards. Nothing yet. However, he refused to be out-maneuvered by those particular individuals.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Seydon"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"]

 

[Xin Boa]

Xin Boa had been quietly sipping a drink and trying to work out how to word his report. One of the smugglers was actually a reasonably important figure within the Corellian refugee population of the Vagrant Fleet . This wasn't a rescue, they had simply sent his big old eyes down here to see if it was plausible.

Given that the man was currently nailed to a cross the only difficulty left in the failed mission was working out how to phrase the situation delicately.

Xin hadn't taken the execution personally. Two years in an Imperial prison and a lifetime of drifting had left him relatively emotionally numb to the kark that went down around the galaxy. Better to keep his head down when there wasn't something in it for him. Especially as he had a sense that the situation was delicate. He had a knack for seeing trouble on the horizon. The nautolan was in no rush either. He'd been given enough credits to look after himself for a few days and effect a few bribes and after his incarceration he was quite enjoying the outdoors. The city was nice and clean. Even if it was the product of imperial nationalisation instead of free enterprise. Xin had read that in an article. He didn't really understand what it meant; he was only twenty two.

"Have you got papers?"

Xin looked up to two black visors lingering over his table. He'd been watching them watch him for the last few minutes. There was something even more disconcerting about the smooth black visor at the front of the helm. They'd managed to dehumanise the stormtrooper even further.

"Is that because I've got green skin, or the tattoos bothering you?" Despite his ability to see trouble coming, his own mouth tended to draw him further into it.

"Papers." A subtle shift changed the air. He saw fingers twitch near safety switches, felt the danger build.

"Of course, my papers are right..." Xin fished around in his bag and drew out a sheet of flimsiplast. The vagrant fleet had exceptional forgers.

"These seem to be..."

A crash reverberated through the streets. It was followed by shouts and weapon fire. Hell, was someone trying a rescue? The troopers put down his papers and turned towards the sound of trouble.

"You boys should go see about that?" Xin suggested.

Without pause one of them turned and scooped up his papers. They were waved aggressively underneath his nose. Without those he wasn't getting back off world.

"Report to the garrison to collect these. Something appears to be amiss," one of the troopers said before they turned away.

Xin narrowed his eyes. He had more than papers in his back. The blaster was drawn quickly. Two shots to the first one struck mid-back and neck. The second trooper turned in time to catch a bolt right through his black visor. Xin stayed where he was, blaster barrel faintly smoking. He pulled a holster from his bag and started strapping it to his leg. He seemed rather unphased by the crowd of startled citizens peering out from underneath their tables. He was rather confused as to why they hadn't fled with the others at the sound of the first shot.

The nautolan left a good tip on the table. His waitress apparently has the sense to run as he couldn't see her around. Perhaps it would reach her. She had a nice smile.

He tugged the papers from the fist of a trooper and stashed them back in his bag. He took a comm-link and a spare blaster too. Xin moved quickly, trying to decide whether to head towards or away from ruckus. He couldn't rely on that entire restaurant being rebels. Someone would have called in his misdeed by now.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

While there was a ruckus with [member="Xin Boa"] going on behind her, there was an even bigger ruckus with [member="Alen Na'Varro"] and [member="Jorus Merrill"] in a crowd beyond. Scout drone had caught some of it. The Starchaser woman looked at her chrono that controlled the droid's progress. Body was wedged next to a pillar along a walkway that overlooked the streets below.

Phantasm cloak made her invisible, as long as no on bumped into her.

Finger plucked away a quick message to Thrukk as she thought about her next move. The item she needed was below and she could swipe it if she used the current distractions.

//Encrypt:
To: Thrukk

Picked up some nailpolish a port over and thought of you. Miss you. You still flying around with old man Jethro? Search for Uncle Coren has gone cold but you know me. Can't stay on solid ground for too long. Hope to see you soon. I'll buy drinks next time. Finally legal! XOXO Kins\\

Usually, Kinsey was good at finding the spaces between people. Maybe it was her talent with astral navigation that made movement all that much more intrinsic. But she wasn't expecting a certain, fleeing nautolan to shove right into her side as she made her move to slip through an open patch of space. For him, it'd be like the air suddenly became solid. And talking.

"Oomph-hey watchit," stumbling, the phantasm cowl of her cloak tipped off her head, revealing the blue-eyed girl. Hand instinctively reached out to keep herself off her rear, grabbing for the closest thing possible: Xin's headtails.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Headtails wouldn't have been within grasping reach had Xin been looking forwards. Instead he'd been looking back over his shoulder. There weren't troopers on every corner. It wasn't a troublesome city so an overbearing garrison would have been an unnecessarily cost. But they would be in numbers around the citadel. Xin wouldn't be hard to spot in this very human city.

There was that subtle tug at his mind. It didn't stop he slamming into an invisible girl. He stumbled one more step, planting his right on the ground.

He didn't hear her complaint. It was lost in a sudden jumble of expletives fired off in three different languages. He wasn't a twi'lek, but a nautolan's headtails still weren't for pulling on. There was a quiet thwack of his blaster being quickly drawn. He acted on instinct.

Instinct didn't know how to deal with a disembodied head with a seperated arm dragging him forwards. Right hand held a blaster. Left hand held...something. For once he had nothing to say. Inky black eyes became misted with grey swirls of confusion.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Xin Boa"]

Weight pitched more evenly on an axis as it shifted back from her heels and more centered along her feet as they firmly plant on the duracreet, fingers curled around green headtails would quickly shift and lower for the bulk of his shoulder. Hips centered and she found herself being tugged toward him as he went to balance himself as well. The hook on her phantasm cloak snapped apart down the center so her form seemed to be shifting and half-missing as the tech in the cloak.

If he took a closer look, he'd see she was clothed in material that screamed spacer and ship junkie: patches from fabrics across a well-worn shirt and jacket, tool belt around her waist, ammo-packs sewn into her jacket, and even some grease along exposed fingers that clutched tightly to him. Blue-eyes widened at the click of his blaster. Lightsaber hilt at her hip became exposed as the cloak shifted on her body.

"Heywhoaa," she immediately became more aware of where his left hand had found purchase. Starchser-blues quickly drifted away from his grey-swirling orbs and down her chest. Not too far down. "HEY," free-hand batted his away from its current squeeze.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Eyes narrowed as he tried to mentally brush away the shock pain. The headtail she relinquished was bound in two leather straps and black tattoos made up of tight geometric patterns and nautolan text. Xin was typically hired because he had a knack of sensing danger coming. That seemed to be partly because luck seemed to follow him around and also because he was particularly observant. As he pushed past the surprise he appraised her as quickly as he removed his hand from its current, unfortunate, placement and brought it back to his side. The embarrassment would have been far greater on another day.

The apparent disembodiment was caused by fabric that concealed her. Mimetic fabric that did that was rare, but not as rare as genuine cloaking devices.

Please don't be a Jedi, he thought to himself as his eyes fell upon the cylinder at her waist. Another burst of blaster fire reached them from the direction of the citadel.

"Are you with whoever is doing that? Look, get invisible again or get out of that cloak before troopers come by and spot the floating half-lady!"

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Xin Boa"]

Blue eyes that seemed made up of white starbursts shifted from the text on his head tails back to the inky depths of his eyes. She was still holding onto his shoulder. Dark-haired head shook and she quickly withdrew her hand. People were staring. And it was crowded with shots being fired at them. It was a little too late to put the cloak back on. The risk of damage to the material was too great. With a roll of her shoulders she quickly shrugged it off and jammed the material into the satchel at her side.

If they hadn't before, her clothes would definitely scream spacer and traveler now. The kind where someone was born, raised, and thrived on ships. He might even get a whiff of that stale recycled oxygen air off her vest.

Starchaser blues eyed that blaster of his still cautiously. He wasn't shooting at her yet. Stepping around the side of the nautalan with someone who knew how to use the empty spaces between people, wrist was raised as a shield was activated from a device that encircled her like a bracelet, catching one of the red bolts.

"Chit," the younger Starchaser definitely had a swear jar growing up. Sad thing was it hadn't worked.

"Assuming they aren't with you either and now they're targeting me because I'm WITH you. C'mon. We gotta move."

He didn't need to know there was a bounty on her head from a vindictive Sith Lord.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Seydon"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Wrist shield, lightsaber and mimetic cloak. She was certainly better equipped than he was. Alliance agent perhaps? Xin had heard they had Jedi who didn't live up to the traditional expectations. He didn't buy much into her appearance; an invisible agent was probably dressed particularly. Then again, spacer wear was hardly the best guise for escaping an Imperial city.

"I expect," he grunted as he raised the blaster. "That they might be..." Xin twisted his now free shoulder away from her. The blaster came around and up and he closed his left eye. "...shooting at you because you were half invisible a moment ago."

He fired off three quick shots. The first struck a trooper square in the chest. The next two skimmed a pauldron and caught thin air. Still, it was enough to stop the troopers' plan to close on them and send them for cover.

"Or because I just shot two of their friends," he mumbled quickly. Perhaps just beyond her range of hearing. Having become rather more physically acquainted than was polite, he stepped around the human and started to run. Towards the trouble.

"One of my colleagues was being executed. I think someone else is mounting a rescue." At least that sounded brave, dashing perhaps. "What were you playing invisible girl for." Several startled citizens complained as they ran, but they soon moved out of their way at the artificial voices of stromtroopers following them.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Seydon"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Xin Boa"]

The truck whined across the courtyard. Blasterfire spanged off the side panels or punched through. Off to the right, a ripper slug halted and reversed course; its energy envelope unraveled and burned paint off the truck. Ahead, a blast door slid shut to block the courtyard’s exit. Jorus gave the repulsorlift controls one final tweak and slammed the yoke.forward. The truck’s nose dipped, power surged.through the repulsor banks, and the ground fell away.

Jorus caught a glimpse of walltop guards at eye level. The truck bounced right over the wall.

Stressed repulsors went dead in a pyroclastic way. Outside the palace, the truck grated downhill for twenty metres, leaving a trail of ripped asphalt. Jorus rebalanced power and coaxed a bit of lift and speed out of the intact portion of the undercarriage.

 

[Sal Katarn]

The truck did not skid out of control. Smoke did not spew from a hole in the hood. There was no hole. The slug never reached the target. Instead, it hung suspended in the air for a precious second. A second was all it took.

Sithspit.

The rifle fell from Sal's hands. His left palm snapped out and the grav glove on it gave off a low, powerful hum. The slug came back at him, whistlin' death, and met the repulse blast from the glove, which sent it ricocheting off. A split-second too slow and the hot metal would've punched through his body. Close. Too close.

Katarn's right hand was diving for the pistol strapped to his thigh by the time the rifle clattered to the ground. He palmed the gun, pointed it at the back-end of the truck, then lowered it as the driver steered the thing clear over the wall and away. Out of Sal's hands. Damn fine driving though. Not surprising, as a lightsaber'd been involved. Fella in the driver's seat had seemed a little pre-occupied. Weren't him that stopped the shot.

The hunter's helmeted head swiveled, eyes sweeping the crowd, or what was left of it anyway. Most of 'em had fled the scene and there hadn't been many to start with. Someone out there'd tried to kill him. Wouldn't mind returning the favor. Nothin' personal. Just the way business was done is all.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Xin Boa"]

If Xin took a closer look at her gadgets, he'd not most of them were made up of scrap pieces, not the professional, shiny-fresh-off-a-shelf stuff. In fact, a bunch of it was jeryrigged. For better or worse. Sometimes for worse. Kins definitely fried off her eyebrows once or twice.

Ears picked up on two bits of his mumble.

Shot. Two.

"Whaa, for feth's sake," swear jar credit one, "no wonder why they're karking," credit two, "all over us." Starburst blues looked around as they ran, keeping her energy shield up to catch any flack from the pursuing troopers. "And I was trying to get something that was stolen from me," she muttered and gawked as a truck went over their heads and to the other side of the wall.

Wrist shield caught another bolt and fizzled on her wrist, sending a spark of current up her arm.

"CHIT." Swear jar credit three.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Time seemed to stretch out as the truck fell through the air above them. A myriad of sparks cascaded down from the undercarriage as it passed overhead. Xin's eyes widened in outright disbelief, a pale haze rimming the obsidian orbs. He could just see the man at the wheel. He had never seen anyone look quite as downright determined. On the back of the truck were each of the smugglers scheduled for execution. They were still nailed down.

Time caught up as the girl swore about another close shot. Aesha's great tentacles she had a mouth on her.

He raised his blaster and fired at thin air. A stormtrooper stood up from behind a pillar just in time to take the bolt to his neck. Sometimes Xin could be lucky like that.

"Kark on a stick. That's my guy!" He shouted as he continued to fire at the squad chasing them. Fortunately they were now distracted with the truck that was grinding along the street away from the citadel. Xin pointed at the truck. He dashed forwards, rolling to the ground just as more bolts passed overhead. It was definitely a lucky day... In some respects. He arrested his momentum slamming his shoulder into a wall, them pushed through the pain to raise his blaster and take down another trooper. The path clear he gave chase on foot. If the truck still had enough working components to keep driving he would have to find a vehicle of his own.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Xin Boa"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

"THAT'S your guy?" Starburst-orbs widened and she stared for half a sec, mouth agape like a fish out of water. Like a nautolan out of water? "Sorry but he's the dude that stole something from me."

Sorry not sorry.

Blaster fire peppered into the ground at her feet and she moved. Fast. Shield was down and her arm hurt like a karker. Does swear jar still count if it's a thought and not said out loud?

Sliding on the ground like she was in a smash ball game, she yanked one of the blasters free from a trooper tentacle-guy had dropped seconds before. Hefting it up, she fired at one aggressor, dropping him. A breeze blasted her face as she popped up, scanning the ground below. They were at the top of the wall.

"There!" She pointed as she ducked for cover. "Speeder bike outside the wall just down from us." Free-hand began pulling out a grappling hook and rope from her utility belt. She attached it into a groove of the wall.

"You wanna hang on or something? Don't worry. I won't kill your friend. Just want something back from him. Figured it'd be better if we work this together."

A temporary trust. Flash the Kinsey smile.

Hopefully he wasn't afraid of dropping from heights? And hopefully he'd hold onto her in an appropriate place this time.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Xin's jaw jaw dropped. Not because of the grapple hook, but because she was still insisting on chasing down her man. He looked from her to the escaping vehicle and back.

"The guy was literally nailed to a cross - no - is still nailed to a cross which is now on the back of a truck. And you want your thing back now?"

Xin have a shrug. She was smiling about it too. "Cold," he said, clearly seeing some amusement. That amusement lasted until a red bolt lanced over his head. He could feel it's heat wash over him.

The nautolan didn't answer. As she started to brace against the wall he ran doubled over to avoid being shot and then closed on her. He wrapped one arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist to find purchase. Xin didn't really believe in personal space in the middle of a blaster fight.

"Now I want to know what he stole," he chuckled. If it wasn't a personal aireloom or item of great value there would be further questions asked. If his report has been vexing him before, putting this series of events into words was going to be a mammoth task.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Xin Boa"]

With a grimace, she braced herself with his weight and slipped over the wall. Good thing she was wearing those fingerless gloves. Hand went end-over-end as the line was eased out from her belt and they went lower. She felt the press of him at her back. Better than him going splat on the duracreet below.

"He's....your....mission, isn't...he?" She grunted. "Still...alive, right?" Sure he was NAILED to a cross. But that didn't mean he was dead. Necessarily. Right? She couldn't really see that far...

"Will you...stop laughing? It...tickles." She lowered them further. They were halfway down now. "It's a dangerous amulet," the Starchaser huffed. She certainly wasn't going to tell HIM EVERYTHING. He was friends with the thief.

A red bolt hit close to the line. "Gorramit chit sticks." They were almost there.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

How exactly was he tickling her? Leaning back he realised that the beaded decoration from one of his headtails was against the nape of her neck. He'd been in a whimsical mood that morning and had chosen his more flamboyant decorations and wraps.

He judged the distance to the ground and decided to risk it. Better to risk a broken leg than stay an easy target a moment more. Without a word his weight left her shoulders. Xin tucked his legs and rolled. The shock ran up his shins like electricity, but nothing went snap. He turned back to the wall and fired off several bolts towards the wall. He backed away slowly, relying on his quick aim to keep the troopers pinned and his own body free of blaster holes.

"That's to be seen!" Xin shouted. "But he need to get after that truck!"

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Xin Boa"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

Whoop.

A weight was freed from her shoulders. And that tickling sensation was gone. The spacer-thrifter-explorer moved a lot faster. With one final tug, her booted-feet hit the dirt-crusted duracreet below. With a press of her thumb, Kinsey released the line and she was freed from the wall.

"You got a real knack for not getting shot," she observed as she raised the stolen blaster and fired up, running toward the lone speeder bike. She fired over her shoulder and there was a loud scream-gurgle and a trooper took one to the neck and tipped forward, falling off the wall. Lucky shot. Holstering the weapon on the side of the bike, she straddled the seat. Hydrospanner was plucked from her toolbelt and she hunched over a popped panel, re-wiring the circuits to hot-wire the bike to life. It rumbled to life beneath her seat.

"You coming or what?" Sharp-blue eyes with swirls of white snapped up to Xin's inky depths of night.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Spacer Jedi? Lightsaber collecting bike thief? Perhaps the cylinder hanging off her belt wasn't actually the weapon of a Jedi Knight. She'd made no move to use it despite being under fire. A tool or even a flashlight then? Xin didn't think too hard on the matter. Not when a bolt scorched the duracrete road inches from his foot. He shrugged at Kinsey. He'd always been quite good at not being shot.

"One moment," he delayed. It had always just been a matter of being observant as far as Xin was concerned. He'd seen one of the troopers edging along the wall just out of sight and had a feeling the bastard would pop up to plug them both as soon as they turned their backs. He closed his left eye, taking his blaster in both hands and sighting in an innocuous patch of wall. A trooper emerged. Xin squeezed the trigger. The trooper screamed as he rumbled from the wall of the citadel.

"Now that was a shot!" He proclaimed as he turned back towards the bike. He holstered his heavy blaster pistol and straddled the bike. He wrapped his left around around her waist, keeping his right on a hand behind his legs but ready to shoot if necessary.

"It's Xin, by the way."

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Somewhere in a control room, the chief technician was cursing his subordinates for the alarms that were going off, alerting them to an unwelcome and unregistered visitor. The problem was, that no matter how hard they looked, no matter how much they stared at the screens that were etched with the Golden Rose's signature, entry point and estimated destination, they simply couldn't see what the problem was. So the chief pulled the plug. It would take at least half an hour to get everything back up and running.

Rosa sagged in her chair, the web collapsing around them. A shaky hand passed over her eyes, she drew in deep breaths reaching out to the force for strength. They were not done yet, she couldn't allow the exertion to take her yet. "We've got half an hour before the skies come down upon us. I'm banking on the trouble down there to keep the ground from worrying about us either." She turned her attention to the thermal read dancing before them, watching as something large and hot kicked over and away from the high walls.

"That'll be him." She adjusted the sensor, tracking Jorus closely. The hover truck wasn't dead, not yet, but Rosa was more interested in the heat signatures on the bed. "Stars." she breathed softly as they came into focus, arms spread wide and feet pointed. She almost asked who would do such a thing, then recalled they were in the Sith Empire. "Give me the controls." she told Seydon, "He's going to need some cover." She'd volunteer herself normally, but this was her ship she'd been flying it for over a decade, if anyone was going to get them out of this it would be her.

She flicked on the comms. "Good Afternoon Captain, I see you've caught yourself something. Would you like some help hauling it in?" She brought the rose low over the rooftops, running parallel above the hover truck. Her hand readjusted her view, bringing a map up of the city into sharp focus again. They needed a big space...or a very big ramp.

[member="Seydon"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Xin Boa"]