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[Wirewolf88]

An ancient Dragonsboat Class Freighter floats in an asteroid field made hundreds of years ago near Trandosha. Its form hides in the shadows of space-bound boulders, its lights powered down and its engine having not sputtered for many a decade. Its occupants have long abandoned this space hulk to the void. All it needs is a new owner, perhaps even one of the Silver Jedi themselves to come and claim it as their own.

 

[Aayla Shan]

With the ship being so close to Kashyyyk, the duo wouldn't need an escort to investigate the claims that a derelict freighter was hiding amongst an asteroid belt on the fringes. Slowing her own RZ-X A-Wing Interceptor from its rocketing speed, she managed to switch over to an auxiliary flight mode, eyes scanning the belt and spotting it surprisingly easy. It was just the pair, but what Navy had stayed behind from the current Invasion of Bryn'Adul territories was not at all far behind, and could probably get into firing range within about eight, to thirteen minutes; give or take. Then again, hostile interdiction was hardly expected, and even if it was encountered, they could burn most pirate vessels in their interceptors, and make it back to the safety of Frigate/Corvette guns, likely dodging anything they tried to throw at them.

At least she could, she had figured Kadan would mirror her choice in ship, but had sort of raced out here relatively alone. She did have a growing thing for going fast; a certain rush finding her as she did.

"I would say you drive like a Grandma..." She said aloud, knowing at this point she could practically speak to him at distance. Their emotions were linked, as was their feelings; it surprised her that she didn't yet feel.. Well, romantically attached to him; though it had never been that, or she had never felt it becoming that. It was just this pure bond between them, that made them better. In this instance, it allowed them to speak freely without the need for communication, though of course this was heavily affected by distance and circumstance. With both of them calm, and collected; it was easy.

Wearing a Flightsuit, in conjunction with a Ace Helmet she would cant her head forward just lightly to properly read the information that was coming from her scans. The A-Wing was indeed a beast, but she handled it pretty well. Better to avoid a dogfight without about.. Two hundred more hours logged in the seat of this thing.

"Life Support is still active, but I'm pretty sure... Yeah, the Transponder on this thing is dated... Its dated Before Yavin... Clone Wars Era vessel; I could get a better read, but we would have to get aboard. I see a service hatch up top... Shall we?"

She asked, not wanting to put Kadan in any weird situations that he didn't want to get into. Then again, this was kind of the mission. They just never actually mentioned getting aboard the ship.

Technically, Admiral Varsala only said he wanted more information on what the ship was doing, and while they had gotten that, she knew Kadan would want to go above and beyond.

"Come on, if anything jumps out all scary like I'll punch it." She said, using the ships thrusters to slowly advance, but not committing to landing just yet. She still wanted to hear his thoughts, and feelings on it. There was likely no air on board, and they had about three to four hours of air themselves respectfully, from their interceptors, and an even more indefinite amount from the Flightsuit/Helmet systems.

Bright4 Wirewolf88

 

[Bright4]

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OBJECTIVE: INVESTIGATE UNKNOWN CONTACT​

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The Afterthought wasn't the fastest fighter on the market, but what it lacked for in speed, it made up for in stealth. As fate would have it, Aayla on the other hand had the most spastic and detectable craft that the Concord had in service. It suited her honestly, given how reckless she could be at times. At least Kadan tried to keep things under control. He could feel her amazement on the other end of their bond, taking pride in the fact her ship was beating his in a race. Big shock, the air supremacy fighter was faster than the infiltration stealth fighter.​

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Of course, to Aayla it was just a jest, and nothing more. R2-4U gave a response of beeps as the droid was keeping track of Aayla's distance from him. "Hey, if you want to rush on ahead and make yourself a target, be my guest. I'll just turn on the cloak and watch the show." He shot back, knowing full well that he'd never leave her hanging in a fight. He could see through her eyes to an extent, feel where she was relative to him. It was tripy in some respects, though he struggled to classify what his feelings towards her were. Certainly protective, but there was more to it than that. Understanding? Certainly, but he saw something within her that perhaps very few people ever got the chance. The pure fire of life that burned within her, in spite of all her hardships. It was that thing that made her beautiful to him, in a way that went beyond romance, or physical attraction. It was hard to put into words. Which was why such things would remain safely secured at the back of his mind. Hopefully Aayla would never know.​

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His flightsuit was worn snugly around his form, knowing that they'd have to take a spacewalk to check out the ship. Of course, they hadn't been ordered to do such, but hey, they lived for adventure. What was wrong with checking out a derelict ship? They had done much worse before. R2 gave a read back on what he was able to detect with the ships sensors, though it wasn't much different from what Aayla had said before. "<Minimum life signs, though sensors indicate that there is an abnormal amount of carbonite within the craft. Perhaps a prison transport? Or some fething garbage hauling->." "Language." Kadan cut his droid off, the bits of Binary might have sounded like nonsense to many, but he had come to understand the...colorful language that his droid companion used. Up ahead, he could see the trails of fire pulsing from Aayla's craft, showing she had come to a stop, her thrusters slowly coasting her towards the empty craft. He could see the service hatch she had mentioned on the ship layout that R2 brought up, to which Kadan double checked his seals. "Right, unless it's a space spider, in which case, I'll come to your rescue." He grinned, knowing that he would feel a tinge of annoyance on her end of the bond.​

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Wirewolf88 Aayla Shan​

 

[Sergeant Omen]

When the two latch onto the larger freighter, the airlocks are able to be engaged manually, causing a release of stale unfiltered air to be released into both of the Padawans' cockpits. Once the two are equipped and inside the main hold of the drifting hulk, they notice the many animal heads mounted to the walls that have been extinct for hundreds of years. Exotic pelts line the floors of the main holds decking, showing off how big these creatures really were when they were alive and what it took to take them down. Live exhibits hold the perfectly preserved bodies of smaller species like the Nexu and the Convor, with all the animals having died from asphyxiation long ago. In the center of the room, is a large display case holding a carbonite tray. The distinct features of a clone can be seen in the gray carbonite. If checked, the carbon dating goes back more than 800 years, during the time this vessel would have been fully functional and active. The ship itself despite a few bumps and scrapes on the hull from stray pebbles in the field seems fully functional and ready to go with all systems giving the pair the green light.