Drive Me Closer [Ayden]

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge.

Ayden.

Partners in crime for the past four hundred years. "So, uh..." he asks, armored frame leaning forward slowly as his eyes linger on the man in the hat, narrowing in confusion. "...remind me again why we aren't going after her yet?"

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[Ayden Cater]

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Ayden sighed for the umpteenth time. "Because we're not ready and you know it." They had had this discussion several times now, and Ayden wasn't particularly fond of having to repeat himself. "We get one shot at this, Sarge. If we fail, if she gets away, they'll keep her locked away on Coruscant and it will be next to impossible for us to get her back."

He was reviewing some orders when he spared a look at the man and gave him a knowing look. "I understand your drive in this Sarge, I do. We're almost ready. Only one piece is left for me to put into place and then we'll be ready. Rave will lead us to her and anything that stands between us and her will be put to fire."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

"One week. That's what you get, old friend." He man says, lips pulled into a snarl and eyes dancing with a dangerous flame. It was rare for him to go off half-cocked, which meant he likely knew he had all the tools he needed for victory already. A head for a fight was something he'd always had. "Unless what you're making is a teleporter that will bring her straight to the ship, it's dubious at best that it's important enough to hold this up longer."

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