A Recruiting Drive

[Kira Jax]

Vassek
First Order Space
Kira Jax, Black One

As her X-Wing came out of hyperspace above the world of Vassek, Kira Jax's eyes darter around nervously. Her mission was not as simple as she would have liked, nor did she have the company she would have preferred. Black One had been sent alone in a Stealth X-90 X Wing to the world of Vassek to help recruit a defector. She was alone because it was too much of a risk to send too many of Black Squadron to do this. She didn't want her people dying needlessly. Sighing, she adjusted her flight cap, and her eyes roamed the world below.

The defector was somewhere down there, waiting. All she had to do was get to him, and get him the hell out of there. Making sure there were no patrols in sight, Captain Jax powered her X-Wing forward, entering atmo. Hiding in the clouds, she moved on to the next part of the plan. She switched her comms to a local outdated frequency no one used, and activated a beacon. To most, the beacon meant nothing. Outdated, most likely a malfunction of some old freighter, was the plan. But to the defector? That was the signal to switch on to the comm channel and tell her where to land to find him.

Force only knew if this would work.

[member="Callum Rioux"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Vassek​

852 ABY​

Plans never really worked.

That was the honest truth. Anytime anyone tried to form a plan, something would eventually go wrong and any plans that were agreed on would collapse and it would eventually become a free-for-all. Callum had learned from an early age that any attempt to successfully plan something was useless, he'd learned early on that diving in head first and going for it was a better idea, less was likely to go wrong if you dove in head first.

He was posted in the weapons room, lucky really. If all had gone as expected, the resistance would be arriving soon. If he could provide them with much needed manpower and weapons then that would be enough, payment for freeing him from the grasp of The First Order, those who had controlled his life. Those who had taught him to talk and walk, sleep and use the refresher. It was The First Order who taught him how to fight.

How to shoot.

How to fly.

A stormtrooper walked by. He paid no attention to Callum, he was doing his best to fit in, wait for the signal. That's all he had to go on, a signal that may or may not arrive. If the signal didn't arrive he'd be stuck with The First Order, fighting against them while forced to serve the supreme leader, the one who gave the orders. The top dog, head honcho, that was the supereme leader of The First Order.

It came.

The signal was useless it was fun, a beacon that the internal on the sensors alerted him to. He quickly shut down the system, making a note to log it as a fauly freighter. He pulled out the old comlink he'd rescued, tuning into the channel that he'd been given earlier that week.

"There's a site about three miles north. I'm enroute"

[member="Kira Jax"]

 

[Kira Jax]

The waiting was the worst part. Captain Jax sat in her cockpit, waiting. Her grip on the controls was white-knuckled, as the clock ticked. Had it failed? Had she been given the wrong beacon? Had the defector been caught, arrested, and executed? The possibilities ran through her mind, and every last one was worse than the previous. This was the most stressful mission she had run, yet, and it had barely even begun. She swallowed, mouth dry, eyes darting across her controls, making sure everything was fine. Making sure she was undetected, making sure-

Then it came. A voice over the comms. Three miles north. Understood.

"Copy that. Enterin' radio silence."

The Dantooinian grease monkey shut off her comms. She wouldn't need them, hopefully. The less they talked, the less likely they were to get caught. Kira wasn't confident in her chances of getting out of there on her own if the First Order went on high alert, let alone babysitting a defector. She knew nothing of this defector. She didn't know if he was a soldier, a spy, a pilot, anything.

As she stuck through the clouds for cover, Captain Jax considered the possibility that this entire thing was a trap. It could be. Her eyes wandered from her cockpit to the blaster pistol wedged in a space to her side. Fat load of good it would do her if this was a trap and it sprung. But, something was better than nothing.

When she made it to the site, she set teh X-Wing down carefully, popping the cockpit. Peeking her head out, it seemed silent enough. She climbed out, blaster pistol in hand, and leaned against her ship. Now for the next step: waiting again.

[member="Callum Rioux"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The hardest part was getting out.

That was going to be fun. Sneaking out a crate of weapons belonging to The First Order, making the three mile walk to the pilot who was sent to rescue him was going to be an experience. He knew the route, it was something that he had planned in advance when on training missions in the tie fighters. He managed to break formation just long enough to plan his route out of the base.

He dropped the weapons, F-11D's into a large box. He lifted the box, carrying it from the weapons room slowly. That wasn't unsual, stormtroopers carried weapons around the base constantly, supplying troopers. The difficult bit was going to be getting the box from the base, getting it out to the resistance pilot. He needed to get them out, supply the resistance with weapons.

The soldier on the door stopped Callum. He asked where the guns were being taken, Callum had to lie convincingly. He knew that the soldier would get suspcious if the lie wasn't convincing. The lie that he chose was the forward base, he was supplying extra weapons to the forward base. The solider didn't believe him but who was he to question? He gave Callum the key for a speeder.

He was gone.

Callum had set off. He didn't expect to get a speeder, that made this bit easier. The hours that it would of taken to walk three miles had been cut down to about ten minutes. It made it easier to get to the landing site, get out of First Order territory and do something actually useful in the galaxy, provide the spark that the galaxy needed to RESIST, to Rebel.

He saw the X-Wing in the distance.

He saw his saviour.

Then he heard engines. Tie fighter engines. Callum hardly had time to shout "get down" towards his pilot, his rescuer before streaks of plasma shot down from above them, targetting the X-Wing. Callum had been set up, the speeder had a tracking device on it. That explained everything, how they allowed Callum to get out so, so easily with no resistance.

Callum bailed from the speeder, rolling to his feet as the speeder continued speeding off into the distance. He glared at the burning wreck of the X-Wing, shaking his head. That wasn't supposed to happen, not at all.

[member="Kira Jax"]