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[Kahne Porte]

Sith Space Bespin/Hoth
Situation- Stranded


"Well....this was a real good idea." Kahne said with a small smile as he placed the goggles back over his eyes to shield them from the sparks. The Jedi attempting to fix the damage that was done to the ship.

The first time he leaves Naboo to help and he gets stranded.

His trusty R4 droid rolling down the hallway zooming back and forth to try and assist with the other locations that seemed to be shorted out. He heard the beeps and whistles as she went by.

"I am aware of that Gala." Kahne muttered as he stopped for a moment and turned down the hall. "If I recall correctly I didn't ask you to come." He chuckled lightly before returning to his work. It's only been day three so things weren't to bad, despite the fact that there hasn't been any sign that anyone has picked up his emergency transmission. Granted he was in the in the mix of enemy territory, so he hoped that if someone did come it wasn't Sith.

The Jedi was in en route back to Naboo from Anthan Prime, an old colleague of his had requested his assistance during a legal investigation and upon completion and return his shipped seemed to have given out on him. The ship was indeed repairable, however there was still some supplies that were required to fix and that was taking time. Luckily Gala was quite handy with this mess, he really didn't give her enough credit sometimes.

She however believes Kahne is still a child.

A small continuous beep brought his work to a halt as he glanced down the hall and he cleared his throat and removed the goggles from his face and made his way towards the cockpit. The beeping signifying a proximity alert.

"Well...." The Jedi Master said with a laugh. "Gala, here comes our saviors or here is where we get blown up...." Kahne finished the sentenced with a rather sarcastic tone.

Delila Castillon

 

[Delila Castillon]

Ship : Solitude
Companion : Skreech(Monkey Lizard)

Solitude left hyperspace, seamlessly gliding back into real space. There was nothing but inky black so far, the way it should be. Not the best of pilots, she hated being greeted with trouble first thing out. Her skills were slowly improving though. More small scrapes and less damaging all the sensors on the outside of the ship.

Skreech was perched over her shoulder, loudly snacking on nerf jerky, the crumbs falling on her. She was used to it at this point. The creature had its little rituals and they had grown close over the years. By this point, bonded to herself more than Xin she would say. Either way, they were bringing in cargo to Bespin - gas extraction supplies. One of the better paying jobs since some didn't want to enter Sith space. So long as she kept her head down and cargo legal, she wasn't too concerned.

Sensors went off - proximity sensor. Not unusual, others were coming into this area too for deliveries and what not. She just exited a little early, wanting a lay of the land considering it was Sith territory. From what she could tell, the vessel had to be disabled - they were gaining on it, gap closing. Clearly not moving.

She toggled the comm.

"Unknown Vessel, this is Solitude. Not wise to sit out here."

Kahne Porte

 

[Kahne Porte]

Sith Space- Bespin/Hoth
Situation
Delila Castillon

"Unknown Vessel, this is Solitude. Not wise to sit out here."

"See Gala, nothing to worry about." Kahne voiced with much hope, however this could've been a ploy too, however he wasn't sensing anything that might've been elusive or dark of the nature. However just to be on the safe side, it was wise to not completely advertise who he was.

"I read you Solitude, this is hope. My ship is stranded and in need of repairs. My name is John Abernathy, I'm a freelance pilot transporting medical supplies from Anthan Prime back to Naboo. Is there any chance you might help me repair my ship."


After he sent the comms back and close them he that was when Gala began to beep and whistle once more almost in a disapproving manner.

"Well what did you want me to do?!" Kahne said as he took a seat in the pilots chair and glanced over to Gala. "I can't just tell them who I am, there has to be a bit of trickery here. I can't just say that I'm a Jedi Master travelling through space, in enemy territory."

Although, that voice did sound incredibly familiar.

Nonetheless, cant be too careful.

 

[Delila Castillon]

Delila frowned. Nothing about this sounded real. The names were just...odd. Not that everyone gave their real name in the 'verse, especially when out here in rough territory. She hadn't had problems but if a vessel was charted under Galactic Alliance banners, well, it was a good enough reason to hide and stay hidden.

"John Abernathy?" She questioned to the monkey-lizard.

"FAKE!" Skreech shouted, nerf-laced spittle getting all over her. The redhead didn't even reach up to brush the crumbs off her, this was a regular occurrence. Skreech lived up to his name quite well. Some more nerf-jerky went into his mouth as he peered out at the disable ship, as if staring would reveal some answers.

Delila toggled the comm.

"Hope is a horrible name for a horrible vessel Mister Abernathy. If I help you repair your ship do I get murdered? Robbed? Pillaged?"

Comm was toggled off and she looked at Skreech.

"I know he's going to lie! I just want to ask. Maybe we should rob him before he robs us? We might have to play this by ear."

Kahne Porte