skin, bone, and arrogance
Julyet could barely see over the AP-89 Crux-Class Heavy Freighter's length from the cockput, but what she saw encouraged her: [member="Tyrius Marr"] emerging from the dig site. She punched in the code to light the engines and keyed in the command to unseal the boarding ramp. The archaeologist team was in hot pursuit, and seemed a lot less willing to let the Jedi artifacts out of their possession than the Jedi Order group. A few blaster bolts chased Tyrius, but none of the scholars was a good enough shot to make it work, and so Julyet waited for confirmation that Tyrius was aboard before raising the gangplank and throttling the ship's thrusters to take them up.
After programming the ship to take them on a clear path to orbit, Julyet got out of her chair and went down to the entrance of the ship. "Nice escape," she complimented him. "You can really run. Come on up. We can decide where we're going and then I propose sandbox rules. I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She hefted the bag of relics off her shoulder and then nodded towards the stairs.
"This way."
After programming the ship to take them on a clear path to orbit, Julyet got out of her chair and went down to the entrance of the ship. "Nice escape," she complimented him. "You can really run. Come on up. We can decide where we're going and then I propose sandbox rules. I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She hefted the bag of relics off her shoulder and then nodded towards the stairs.
"This way."