Moonage Daydream
The pilot looked around. He was at the station somewhere on the outskirts of Alliance space. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the Alliance, it was just he didn’t want to deal with them right now. Setting up the way the Jedi were? It was disturbing. What he needed to do was get some distance and he had that, but right now? He was making the trips he needed to gather the teams he needed, the people he could trust.
And the first name that came to mind once all the military stuff settled? [member="Rekha Kaarde"].
The trick was that she was in the Alliance, in Tiburons and he wanted her there. He didn’t want to risk her job and standing with the Alliance, hell, he didn’t want to risk anyone’s task with the Alliance. Probably why he was talking to Nemo Ven about it. Moving people to new units, and getting them shipped out to him.
Still in the Alliance, just working under Coren’s command, a bit of a new unit, a new style, something he had wanted to do, but now had the clout to do. He was waiting for her at the station’s cantina. It was loud, it was dark, and hopefully he would spot anyone listening, but really, he was here, a smuggler from a smuggling destination in a dirty ship ID.
Simple.
And the first name that came to mind once all the military stuff settled? [member="Rekha Kaarde"].
The trick was that she was in the Alliance, in Tiburons and he wanted her there. He didn’t want to risk her job and standing with the Alliance, hell, he didn’t want to risk anyone’s task with the Alliance. Probably why he was talking to Nemo Ven about it. Moving people to new units, and getting them shipped out to him.
Still in the Alliance, just working under Coren’s command, a bit of a new unit, a new style, something he had wanted to do, but now had the clout to do. He was waiting for her at the station’s cantina. It was loud, it was dark, and hopefully he would spot anyone listening, but really, he was here, a smuggler from a smuggling destination in a dirty ship ID.
Simple.