Expose the Obscure [Commandeer-Edition]

[Arage Bao]

Sometimes I wonder how I get myself in these kind of situations. It all started when Spencer Jacobs found me when I was just about to get shot, I like to think that was the catalyst of all my future problems and solutions. If she hadn’t been there on that fateful evening, I probably would have died. But then, at least, I wouldn’t have had to deal with stupid shenanigans such as these ones.

I was just sitting in my office, part of the Homeland Security Headquarters in Annaj, when one of my people gave me a call. A ship was found in one of the neighboring shipyards, and while that usually wasn’t that big of a problem. (At least, this was the first time I got a call because of it) But this starship belonged to Vazela Pilox, a former Sith Lord who had turned Jedi? Or something?

Sadly, I wasn’t privy to the specific details, but what I did know was the fact that Vazela had went missing for some time ago. At least, nobody has heard of him for months. Then again, I still wasn’t really sure why they had called me, out of everyone.

I mean, don’t we have like.. a command chain or something? Surely someone else would have been more qualified for the job. I told all of this over the phone, to the guy who was briefing me. But he wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

The High Lord of Homeland Security. Had to go figure out why the Fringean Navy was paying for a ship + crew, while it was sitting in drydock.

Couldn’t help but sigh at that, still. A job was a job, so I grabbed my expensive coat and went searching for a couple of companions.

If I had to go through this poodoo.. well then I was going to share it with other folks.

Probably [member="Rave Merrill"] and maybe.. [member="Gavin Ovmar"]? Gotta do something with the family.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

"What? Who authorized the expenditure!?" Sparkles, my Z1 Admin droid finishes calculations and throws them up on a holoprojector built into my desk, in the High Council Military Affairs office. The boffin on the call fumbles his words, blaming some former patronage and a Captain who had pushed their way into the treasury department before Faenrovon took up his residency in the Keep.

Oh how I love that dragon. "W-wait, no. Throw the crew out the nearest airlock and I'll turn your brain into a new kind of pudding. Yes, I'm serious. I've been taking lessons from a Snark Master, yes. Ok. No. Who did you read in on this? Who knows?" I groan and slap my forehead. I shut the call down and grab my jacket, shrugging it on as Sparkles cocks his head to the side. "Finished for today, Master Anders?"

"I need a walk. Come with & keep me filled in on the passive chatter on that naval base. I need to figure placement of funds for our new R & D project."

"Yes Master Anders. Delighted bit of walking today, Annaj is pink with envy of our break."

What can I say? My droids are poetic. Must be all the poetry and reading I let them do. Hopping down the staircase, I take the last few three at a time and bam! Up ahead! [member="Jared Ovmar"]. "I mean it, Sparkles! Those Captains don't get to make high flying expense reports without my permission and hair loss is not an issue for the military budget! I don't care how much his image strikes fear into the hearts of his squash opponents, this is rid- no, that money's going toward devo for personal shielding upgrades, not to new Officer Uniforms. They can buy their clothes themselves, my soldiers need to be prot-High Councillor Ovmar!" My cheeks are flushed as I natter on, and I stop short with a wave and a clanking of my boots to the marble ground.

"Going somewhere?"
"Obviously Master Anders, if Master Jared is on a trajectory over distance and time, he is going somewhere. Perhaps a more substantial question would be to ask whence he has come and with what intent the going is being taken?"

I snort a shallow chuckle. "Thank you Sparkles."

The droid bows deeply. "You're welcome Ma'a-ah-aster. I live to serve."

"What'cha up to? Need a companion for the journey?"

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Anders Sivas"] (First Person Repo Squad)

As per my usual afternoon I was sitting in on of the squadron lounges nursing a dry martini and talking about the three "Eff's", Fighters, females, and firearms when I got the call. I sat comfortably in a black and grey flight suit my feet were up on a caff table as my comlink went off.

I took the small device out and checked the number. "Gah it's Jared." I said out loud as I thought of what I could have possibly done now. Then I remebered the twins from three or four weeks ago and wondered if Jared had found out I said I was him.

What's a little joke amongst family? I ignored the call sending an auto 'I'm flying' message and went back to my drink. The comlink went off again and again it said it was Jared. Maybe he wanted to get some drinks. Who knew when it came to the guy. Should I answer or ignor it? Like a fool I answered. It figured...Jared had a secretary make the call for him.

I listened intently as the secretary spoke and gave instruction about where to meet. My brown eyes rolled as I heard who's ship it was. "Figures" was my only reply before I downed the martini and ate the Cardian olive.

I stood and grabbed my pack from my locker and changed into my Corellian cut pants, shirt and jacket. My blaster on my hip and my bag on my shoulder I headed for the door. At least it meant I got to play on a ship maybe even fly it.