Private Clocking Out

[Bohatei Chorva]

// Location: Elrood Spaceport, Bay 13
// Participants: Aeshi Tillian Gabriel Creed

The Holonet's security had become increasingly unreliable over the last few months of the new Sith Empire's establishment. With it came increasingly elaborate changes to management and an ever-harsher crackdown on both failure and workload alike. Smuggled people had swiftly become a pricy commodity, but what choice did he have? As his door clicked shut behind him, Bohatei tucked his overcoat that much closer to his form as the mid-day air billowed over his skin. The ever-growing pile of exorbitant bills stuffed in his letterbox was kicked a few times, the papers scattering into the floor of an apartment that will remain closed.

At least for a week or two, then it'll just get re-sold. He'll be long gone by then.

Soon enough, Bohatei would arrive at the bustling Elrood Spaceport. He kept a brisk pace as he walked, a slight furrow in his brow maintained as the Zabrak kept his head forward with a sharp stare. Enough to look moderately frustrated, but not outright annoyed. To show the look of someone who was meaning business, and was on his way to sort it out. 'Easy. Nobody cares so far, just get to the door, you're outta here.' He mused internally, the dull whine of a speeder as it crusised to the left of him, carrying other passengers and cargo to a ship.

His eyes briefly meet that of a Togruta, another passenger just going about their lives. Behind those dark orbs, however brief, he could see that same gaze he held.

Just how many like him were there..?

Soon enough, his pace slows as he reaches one of the hangers. Faint white paint, etched down with time but still showing the number he was looking for. 13. Reaching the door, the Zabrak would place his hand on the intercom and press down.

"Hello. I'm looking for the delivery for an intertial dampener? Ceti-7 class."

The speaker crackled with Bohatei's words, echoing the same keyphrase given to him and a handful of other Refugees that had been assigned to Aeshi for pickup. Most of the group had already arrived, with the Zabrak and one other still remaining to join them. Even as the door hissed and Bohatei entered, the tenseness in the air never once seemed to dissipate. There was little doubt that their communications would have been intercepted at some point.

It was only a matter of time, and every passing second added a little more risk of their operation being found.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

The Requiem- Transponder Masked to The Bantha Ranger out of Terminus

This was more like it. It was work that made a difference. Not just for her pocketbook, which some had accused her of doing in the past, but for the people in the galaxy who didn't have a way to get off the world. That was why she thought everyone should own a starship or have easy access. Ships were freedom.

It was why authoritarian states tried so hard to lock them down. And why Aeshi, her fellow Wardens of the Sky, and the Underground were so damned determined that everyone be able to fly as much as possible. Sure, there were other valuable skills, but being able to fly and navigate the void was the one in the end that mattered the most directly.

I'm looking for the delivery for an inertial dampener. Ceti-7 Class?

That was the code phrase. Aeshi checked her .48s in their holster beneath her jacket again, slid the Terminus shiv down the back of her boot, and then pressed the button for the hangar access doors.

"You're in the right place; I've got the delivery," Aeshi said, leaning on the door, letting her eyes gaze past the small milling crowd to the corridors and streets beyond. There was trouble brewing in the air. She didn't know what the Sith had done to Elrood, but it was bad.

Speed was the key here. Not firepower.

 

[Gabriel Creed]

Tags: Bohatei Chorva | Aeshi Tillian
Location: Elrood Space atation

Gabriel had been visiting the Station on behalf of the Nomadic Peoples Coalition, apparently the station had expressed interest in either joining or at the very least becoming allies however everyone Gabriel had talked to about this had claimed not to know anything and the people in charge of the station seemed to be stone walling him. So safe to say Gabriel was becoming irritated by all this was certain.

"Phobos please tell me the people in charge of this bloody station are ready to play ball?" Gabriel asked.

"Yes and no master, they are now willing to speak to you about things however before that happens they would like you to deal with a problem for them" replied Phobos "They would like you to deal with smuggling ring for them, they claim that the gang smuggles drugs and people into slavery".

"Damn it all" Gabriel swore "Very well tell them I'll sort it out for them, bit they better see me afterwards".

"Very good master I shall inform them of your decision" Phobos spoke. "They say that the gang is around bay 13".

Picking up his gear Gabriel moved out towards the hanger bays while radiating a low level force fear out ahead of him, the soon he could sort this out the soon the Nomadic Peoples Coalition will hopefully gain a friend.

 

[Bohatei Chorva]

Even as the door slid open and the sight of The Requiem's hull and it's captain took up most of his vision, that sense of unease did not seem to dissipate, even slightly. If anything, it seemed to get worse. The easy part, it seemed, was getting here. Actually getting past the checkpoints and avoiding Imperial ire? That had only just now properly crossed his mind as the first genuine leg of his journey came to hand.

As Bohatei's gaze met Aeshi's silvery orbs, there is a tense silence as he finally met the pilot face to face. "Serial Number 230C700785, should be in the back." He gave the next keyphrase, the one that identified just which person it was that wanted entry. Physical description matched up, codes were good. This was Bohatei, alright.

Just behind him, the port was still as active as when the Spacer had arrived. Even lockdowns and night-air didn't seem to slow Elrood's ports down, only making the once vibrant factory world that much more dour.

The Zabrak remained there, watching for the captain to let him in the hangar. An idle hand tucked at the loose hood of his coat, pulling the synthetic wool closer to his neck as the room got that much colder. "Must've kicked up the AC.." Bohatei mused softly, unaware this was not just air-conditioning.

"Mind if I uh.. come in? Sooner we get packed, sooner we can get off this rock."

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Gabriel Creed Bohatei Chorva

"Yeah, come on aboard," Aeshi said, stepping away from the hatchway to the port. She moved out of the way and leaned out past the door, watching the alleyway outside the hangar bay.

So far, they were clear. She gave a quick nod and stepped back in, pushing the button to lock and seal the door.

"That should give us a bit of time," Aeshi said, turning and striding behind the group of refugees up the boarding ramp. She slowed and invited them in. A nervous looking Imyni greeted them with bobs of his feathered head.

"So, this is the main cargo bay," Aeshi explained, gesturing to the wide array of crates and shipping containers stacked neatly in rows around the open space. "You can stay in here if you want, but we do have some cabins and a living area you can use if you want. The challenge will be if we get boarded by security forces."

That caught her attention and she bit a lip for a moment. "We'll do our best to avoid that, but if we do, some of these have false bottoms that we can get you in."

She climbed up a steep ladder into the main level of the living area, waving them up to follow. "We have a small living area-slash-lounge-slash-kitchen-etc. Make yourselves at home for now."

 

[Gabriel Creed]

Tags: Bohatei Chorva | Aeshi Tillian
Location: Elrood Space Station Hanger Bays
Gear: Armour, Vulcan Heavy Rifle, RSKF-44 heavy blaster sidearm, Vibrosword, 4 x Thermal Detonator

It didn't take long for Gabriel to reach the docks and what with the low level force fear he was projecting very few people got in the warriors way, the only thing that had caught his attention was a man sprinting possibly towards the hanger 13 Gabriel couldn't be sure what he was sure of was that every one seemed to be on edge due to the force fear.

As he approached the doors to hanger 13 Gabriel turned up the force fear and directed it towards the hanger, the more people who lost the will to fight the better, he did see two lookouts taking one look at him before deciding to just go through the door and most likely locking it behind themselves.

"Phobos tell those in charge there will be some property damage, also see if the can stop them from fleeing" Gabriel ordered while taking two Thermal Detonator from his belt and attracting them to the hanger door before back off to a safe distance.

KABOOM

With a large hole blow in the doors Gabriel swept into hanger 13 through the smoke with rifle raised and seeming like a god of war.

 

[Bohatei Chorva]

When the captain stepped aside, Bohatei nodded and stepped into the hangar as she closed the door behind them. Even with the bustling hangar behind them, the Zabrak couldn't help but shake that unease in the air. He decided to keep the hood close to his neck, the fluff of the jacket providing some sense of comfort against the chill behind him. Trying to keep it mind off it, he would move towards the boarding ramp.

Bohatei was pretty quick to blend into the small crowd of runaways, walking up the crowd at the back of the group as he stepped into the ship. Even despite his experience with spacecrafts, even the familiar metallic surrounds failed to take that edge off.

The feathered Imyni did help however, Bohatei giving a couple nods back in reply.

The Zabrak's curious gaze moves between the various different containers, his lips pursing in a mix of curiosity. "Carryin' two types of cargo, or just a cover?" He inquired, trying to keep his mind busy and off of the general unease that had seemingly spread to the others.

At least until the deafening crash of a Thermal Detonator rang on the air and shuddered the ground from the blast.

"Ah, shit!"

Bohatei, despite a moment of being frozen like a statue from the sheer waves of terror that crashed into him like a torrential downpour was able to bring himself back into the moment. "Move onto the main room, try and act natural." He spoke up to the other refugees, trying to corral the others.

"Hey, look, I don't think I ever caught your name, but let's try and play nice." Bohatei moved back to the boarding ramp, gazing into the flowing smoke and rubble that cast Gabriel's form behind him. "Security uniform doesn't look like that. Could be mercs."

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Gabriel Creed Bohatei Chorva

The Dark Side. She could feel it, taste it even, that oppressive chill that brought back all the memories of the streets of Coruscant under the One Sith. Aeshi closed her eyes for a moment, reopening them when one of her passengers asked about the cargo.

"Two types of cargo? Kid, first rule of business is to diversify. I always plan to carry at least a dozen different types of cargoes--" Her words were cut short by the shockwave of thermal detonators as they melted the hangar doors and rocked the freighter on its landing struts.

She stumbled against the wall and slammed a button on the side of the hatch, watching as the cargo ramp began to retract. "If they wanted to play nice, they would have knocked," Aeshi said, calling up to the cockpit. "Get the shields up!"

The engine hummed along on idle but kicked into gear. "This is Sith territory. We can't afford to play nice if they decide they're in a bad mood."