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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Dec 14, 2017 23:47:25 GMT -5
“Yeah... Noted,” she huffed, shifting her wait uneasily as she stood. She took a steading breath as she started to limp after him, but by the time they got to the door, she was walking with more grace. Not the full stride she wanted, but it would do for now.
“I figured they weren’t all logged. But maybe I can, at least, fill you in on the ones we do know about,” she said, looking about her at the rest of the base as they walked along. It wasn’t necessarily in bad shape. But it was definitely abandoned. She tried to avoid tripping over the arm of what used to be a droid. “Me? Oh, yeah. I’ve had plenty of training and experience in that field - before and after the Empire got involved in my life. It’s one of the reasons I rose in rank so fast,” she said, before pausing and adding, “Actually - it’s probably the only reason. My species doesn’t help my cause. BUT - I’m ready to do what you need me to do,” she said, meeting his eyes with a steady, reassuring look.
And she hoped she looked much more confident than she felt.
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Post by Farren Sefu on Dec 15, 2017 18:26:18 GMT -5
"Great, so you won't freak out if the shooting starts. Cause, knowing these guys, the shooting will start. They don't like it much when you rip off their arms shipments mid-transit. But that's what they get for building secret bases on planets way out in the Outer Rim. So we need a new ship for that kind of mission. And I have just the one."
By now, the pair had made their way into a hanger that was in shambles. Boxes of supplies and ammo were scattered and spilled all over the places, many over turned and empty. There was one hanger door that looked far newer than the others, as if it had been installed in the past few years, rather than when the base was built. In this particular hanger were half a dozen more Umbaran fighters, as well as a battered LAAT/i, a handful of Undicur-class Jumpspeeders, and an HH-87 Starhopper. Farren began leading the way to the Starhopper and opened the hatch on the side. "Ok. In you get, young one. Time to earn your keep here. Last chance to back out and I jettison you to the next inhabited planet if you wanna go it alone. Moment of truth." Farren looked at Aayla with calculating eyes, waiting for a reply.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Dec 24, 2017 19:24:31 GMT -5
She looked at him incredulously. “You really think I would leave? After all of that, you think I would just walk away?... In your dreams,” she sneered, half climbing, half dragging herself past him and into the ship. She glanced over her shoulder once before making her way to the command center, “And don’t call me ‘young one’. You’re not that much older than me.”
She stared at the levers and switches, quickly and efficiently analyzing each use and warning sign. She wanted to prove herself to him - show him that he didn’t need to scowl at her and question her all of the time. She literally had no choice but to trust him and do as he asked. Though it had once crossed her mind at the beginning of this - she no longer felt like dying alone with no hope left. She wanted to adventure with him, learn from him.... Really, she didn’t want to leave his side, if she could help it.
“An HH-87? How did you get your hands on this?” She asked once he joined her. “This is a slaver ship - a crime ship at best, right?”
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 1, 2018 15:27:30 GMT -5
Farren couldn't help but chuckle to himself as Aayla was sassing him. "Whatever you say, Stubs. I won't call you 'young one' as much. As for the ship, let's just say it was a....housewarming gift from an old bounty hunter. He didn't need it anymore. It's still in good condition, and the hyper drive works. That's all you need to know. Think you can fly this thing to the Abrion Sector without killing us?"
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 2, 2018 16:56:26 GMT -5
“Ah. Commandeered, Got it,” she said, sitting in the pilot’s seat, making adjustments as she needed. She began flipping switches as he spoke, the ship coming to life beneath her. “And by ‘good condition’, you mean ‘I didn’t completely destroy it while taking it’,” she half laughed, motioning for him to sit somewhere. “Don’t get too comfy. We’ll be there in no time.”
Her eyes then widened for a moment. “What did you just call me?”
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 2, 2018 17:00:59 GMT -5
"Yeah, more or less. And you heard me. Your leg is gimpy and you're a wee bit shorter than me. So yeah, Stubs. Deal with it." Farren said simply, with a wry smile. "Now. Plot a course for the Scarif system and let's go do this. Just make sure you exit in the system, but out of range of the planet. If my intel is correct, it'll be crawling with Imperials and we can't afford being spotted, even in this thing. You good with that?" he finished, strapping himself into the seat.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 2, 2018 17:05:49 GMT -5
“Oi, it’s hurt, not off” she huffed, turning the ship as it began to move. She began typing in coordinates, muttering to herself - her mental checklist for take off from her rookie days. “I can do it. It’s understood.” As they started to gain a little speed, she looked at him quizzically, “Who feeds you your info if you’re a hermit down here?”
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jan 2, 2018 17:11:42 GMT -5
Farren couldn't hide the smile as his new companion complained about her nickname. "I can't give you any names. But not everyone in the Empire is fully cooperative with this new regime. There are those who are sympathetic to the Jedi and the Old Republic of last year. When possible, I reach out for them. In this case, however, it was sheer dumb luck. I was in a bar and stumbled across a cargo pilot who became very cooperative after a few shots of prou with me. Poor bastard probably doesn't even remember talking to me, and I plan on keeping it that way." He looked out the view port as the ship left the planet and entered space. No matter how common an occurrence that was, the vastness of space was always awe-inspiring to him, and reminded him to stay humble.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jan 2, 2018 17:33:30 GMT -5
She openly pouted. “I didn’t say ‘no nicknames’.... ‘s just that ‘Stubs’ doesn’t make sense,” she murmured. She was about to quip something else when she caught him looking out the window. She sort of smiled, watching his child-like wonder. Space frightened her, in a way. It was just too big. Too many places, people, possibilities. Too overwhelming. She let him revel for a few more seconds before punching it. “Off we go~” *Farren and Aayla's stories continue in "Ships in the Knight"* |
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