Private You Picked the Wrong Ship Fools

[Bob A. Person]

Location:
Metellos - One of Bob's Undisclosed Private Hangar

Almec Farstar
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Equipment: RSKF-44 heavy blaster, The Touch Of Bob's Gauntlet, Specialized Armorweave Suit

"C'mon you bums, I don't pay you just to dawdle around, get those items into the ships!"
"We got schedule to keep and items to safely delivered to their respective buyer!"

Bob shouted angrily with a loudhailer, as he stands on a box to make him taller to oversee the items he is about to transport properly put inside and will be safe for the journey. Bob just had just finished an auction a few days ago, and one of those items are sold to a wealthy collector.

One would ask why, Bob as the employer and a wealthy businessman would be riding along with the transport. It's because the transport has been hit a few times which made Bob lost not only credits but the trust of his buyers, and that is something Bob will not stand. So, Bob decided to come along on this shipment, he would be riding along Transport A, which will be hauling a precious and rare statue he had acquired from a digsite. He doesn't exactly know what the statute is, but it gives him weird vibes but still enjoy how it looks.

There are 6 transport ready in the hangar, 4 of them contains items from the auction and 3 of them are dummies transport. He had put more guards on these transports and even put Kenny on transport B, Since Bob can risk losing more of bus personal staff, he hired a few mercenaries and pilots to help with the transport. The transport staff, guards and mercenaries are currently waiting on the side of the hangar until transports are loaded and ready to go.

Kenny would come to tell Bob on the cargo loading progress,

"Ships are fueled, equipment's have been distributed amongst the transport crew, and we're almost have all items safely stored in the ship"

"Good, excellent work"

Bob said mimicking a corny villain as he rubs his hands together, as it only creeped out Kenny and those who sees it. Bob wants to make sure all these items safely reached its destination, but deep down he hopes those scums would try to attack his ship so he could beat the living daylight out of them.

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[Almec Farstar]

The dimly lit, private hangar belonging to Bob A. Person was filled with crates of unspecified cargo stacked in haphazard piles. In the center, parked like an old relic, stands the battered but proud YT-1300 freighter, the Wandering Star, among other transport ships of varying classes and makes that were being loaded with cargo and passengers. Inside the cockpit, Almec Farstar — a tall and very muscular smuggler with a rough demeanor and a rugged grin — is seated at the control console, toggling switches and testing levers. His well-worn jacket and gloves are as scarred as his ship. Beside him, his r5 astromech droid, RED — an old model with a scuffed rustic red-and-white paint job — beeps as he swivels his dome in Almec's direction.

Almec grumbles to himself as he flips a switch. "Alright, Red. Let's get this over with. Power up the main thrusters… again." Red whistles an annoyed response and complies, powering up the thrusters, which stutter and spark before they settle into a low hum.

RED beeped reproachfully

"I know, I know. She's an antique. So are you. But you don't hear me complainin'." Laughed Almec at the expense of the droid. Red released a long, exasperated warble, making Almec smirk in return. "Hey, remember who patched you up after that run-in on Hoth? You were in pieces. Now quit whining and check the hyperdrive!"

Red rolled over to the hyperdrive terminal, accessing the controls with his retractable arm. He let out a triumphant beep as the hyperdrive indicator blinks to life, though it flickers unsteadily.

Almec sighed, "Good enough. If our employer wanted better, he should have hired someone with a newer ship!" He leaned back in his seat, glancing at the hangar doors.

"Alright, Red. Pre-flight checks are good enough for me. Now, let's see what our gracious employer has in store for us today."

Red whistles skeptically, but Almec grins and nudges him with his boot as he walks past the droid and toward the loading bay. Almec scooched by the cargo being loaded and down the ramp, noticing his employer at that moment in time was rubbing his hands with a villainous look. It was an image that couldn't be unseen, and all Almec could compare the sight to was an Ewok licking his lips before feasting on his catch of the day.

"Mr Person! The ship is ready to go!" Almec's gruff voice echoed from the bottom of the ramp.

Bob A. Person

 

[Bob A. Person]

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Equipment: RSKF-44 heavy blaster, The Touch Of Bob's Gauntlet, Specialized Armorweave Suit

All cargos are loaded safely stored in their respective ships, with each pilot gave the greenlight that they are prepped and ready to go. Seeing this Bob, put his loudhailer in front his mouth

"All right remember everyone; use the routes we have told each of you, avoid detection and contact as much as possible from these raiders"
"Once we're set off, there will be no communication, as the only communication you will make, is once you get the cargo dropped safely in front of the buyers' feet you hear me"
"That's all for me, I don't want any mishaps, priorities the shipment and killing any raiders you encounter is your secondary objective"
"So, get into your ship and set off"

Bob step off the box he was standing on gently, while guards and mercenaries starts to board the ships they are assigned to, as he starts heading towards the ship he will be on, he'll be with a pilot he hired, and 4 guards accompanying them. A staff would run from the side of the hangar towards Bob, as he gave Bob his blaster and gauntlet which was kept inside a special suitcase, incase their ship gets attacked and Bob needs to defend himself. Bob would equip his gauntlet and put his blaster into his holster whilst walking towards the ship.

He entered the ship, with the guards already seated and checking their equipment, as he proceeds to take a seat himself. He glances around the interior and condition of the ship, he can't make much of a comment since he didn't have much of a choice, all of his cargo ship is easily marked, and he doesn't want to lose more of them. Each ship would be going to a different location on different sector, with the Ship Bob is in heading for a Hutt Underboss on Nal Hutta.

"You can take off whenever you want, we're first in line to go"

Bob told Almec, with the hangar control clearing all ship to take off from the hangar.

Almec Farstar

 

[Almec Farstar]

Almec made his way into the cockpit, sat, and leaned back in his pilot's seat, his thick arms crossed over his chest as he watched the last of Bob's crew loaded into the Wandering Star. This old YT-1300 freighter had seen better days but was a sturdy bird. His trusty R5 astromech droid, Red, beeped impatiently beside him, casting anxious glances toward the back of the ship.

"Relax, Red," Almec muttered, patting the droid on the head. "Bob A. Person's paying us a good for this run. The least we can do is let him get comfortable with his goons."

"You can take off whenever you want; we're first in line to go," Bob grumbled, nodding toward his four bulky guards, who were loaded down with blasters and looked ready for anything. Bob, a short, round figure and a wiry little businessman with a face carved out of granite, explored the innards of the Wandering Star with a worried look. Despite his diminutive stature, he exuded a steely confidence. He looked like a man who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty if the price was right. But from the security feed from the cockpit, Almec could see that Bob had reservations about the ship he had just boarded.

"Worry less about the ship, Boss!" Almec said over the internal comms with a smirk, his deep voice steady. "Wandering Star's gotten me through more scrapes than you can imagine. If anything happens, it won't be because of the ship—or the pilot." Almec's words drizzled with confidence as if he believed in his words.

"All systems green," Almec said with a nod to Red, who chirped happily. "Alright, folks. Buckle up. Wandering Star is taking off."

The engine hum filled the cabin, sending a tremor through the floors. Almec's hands danced over the controls with practiced ease, and soon, the ship lifted off the ground with a graceful hum, first to leave the hangar. The glittering lights of Metellos' night skyline stretched out below them, and the Wandering Star angled toward the stars. Red would begin running astrogation calculations to set a hyperspace jump to Nal Hutta as they cleared the atmosphere.

Bob A. Person

 

[Bob A. Person]

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Equipment: RSKF-44 heavy blaster, The Touch Of Bob's Gauntlet, Specialized Armorweave Suit

During the flight, Bob started to get quite bored, stood up and began roaming the ship, just looking around to keep his mind on something else. He's not someone who likes to stand still and do nothing, he prefers to move around even if it's just a tiny bit. He goes to every part of the ship in a clockwise rotation, at the refresher he checks his teeth for any leftover food from the sandwich he had hours ago in his limousine, when he's at a room with a fridge, he took a bit of food for a bit of light snacking, and he continues to check every room just to see what's in it and not be bored.

Not long, he then arrives at the front of the ship, at the cockpit where Almec is, he glances around the cockpit as he then saw the droid unit next to him, stared at it for a few second before he then strikes a conversation with Almec,

"You're Almec Falstar right, you were highly recommended when we were weighing our option from the list of freelancers for this transport mission"
"I also read your background, nice accomplishment you got yourself kid"
"I was quite the fighter myself when I was a lad, took one guys bigger than me easily, even now I still think I can throw a mean One-Two Combo"

He said with confidence, as it is true he still has a bit of muscle and power in his unhealthy body, but he severely lacks the stamina for any intense physical actions. He then asks a question to Almec,

"So, what's musclehead like you working as a pilot?"


Almec Farstar

 

[Almec Farstar]

Almec smirked as he contemplated Bob's question while watching a million stars stream past the cockpit's viewport. He scratched at the hair on his chin, then glanced at the cargo hold. Stacked inside were crates of precious cargo he was transporting for Bob—a simple job, really, if nothing went wrong.

"Fame's a tricky thing," Almec finally replied, his deep voice filling the cockpit. "You win, you get stronger, people cheer. But there's always another match, another champion waiting to take you down. At some point, I realized all the training, the competing… it was just going in circles. Out here, every trip is different. New stars to see, new risks to take, and none of it's scripted. The galaxy's a big place, and smuggling's no easy game. I like knowing that each run could lead me somewhere I've never been. Out here, I'm still pushing my limits—just in different ways."

Bob A. Person

 

[Bob A. Person]

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Equipment: RSKF-44 heavy blaster, The Touch Of Bob's Gauntlet, Specialized Armorweave Suit

"As a businessman, I can respect that, trying to widen your horizon"

Bob can understand the feel of emptiness of doing the same thing and realizing how stale it can be. That's why he enjoys doing his side business and delving to the more illegal side, as it gives all kind of exciting and different thrills. It also helps him explore, learn and gain more from doing so than he ever did when he was still fully legitimate.

Suddenly, Bob was sent an encrypted message through his special communicator, one he was hoping to receive during this transport. He read the message which says, "Incoming pirates, YU-410 light freighter + X-wing starfighter escort, 1 Jump away, Intel onboard freighter". He then tucks away his communicator, as he went silent for a few mins and began to think as his face can be seen to wrinkle due to it. Bob then changes his tone as his then said,

"Speaking of pushing one's limit, how would you like to gain a big extra bonus?"

He looks at Almec with a big mischievous smile before continuing,

"We have visitors closing on us soon, a YU-410 light freighter which will be accompanied by a single X-wing"
"Is there any possibility to take down the X-wing and disable the freighter so we can board it?"

Through the message sent before, If Bob is able to interrogate one of the pirates and find the intel, he was told onboard the freighter, not only will it have something that lead to the mastermind of the recent attacks but also be valuable proof for him. If they aren't able to fight them in space, then they need to come up with a plan to find another course of action.

Almec Farstar