Poolhall Tango (open to bounty hunters) - ORC Dominion of the Vergesso Asteroids [Hex R-51]

[Jorus Merrill]

THE VERGESSO ASTEROIDS​

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https://vimeo.com/19477228​

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OBJECTIVE BLUE: Smash the Eight Ball

Last year you saved the Levantine Astronautical Academy from the Ta'jar Blood Gang. Now the Ta'jar have captured Captain Jorus Merrill, who's still injured from the recent Battle of Utapau. (OOC note: this takes place shortly before Jorus' recent trip to Mandalore and the murder of Malika Mantis.) Bounty hunters and Coalition forces alike are out to 'rescue' Merrill, who's imprisoned in a runaway pirate cruiser. Chase the ship down, board the utter heck out of it, and do as you will. Complication? The cruiser has enough tractor beams to shoot asteroids like pool balls.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3cTp3UxIr8​

OBJECTIVE GOLD: Pirates Versus Dianogas

A Ta'jar force has dug into a large asteroid...only to find itself at the mercy of hungry locals. Your ORC task force came to clear out the pirates, but found the asteroid base in a state of ongoing disaster. What will you do?

Spoiler

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OBJECTIVE INDIGO: Save Our Souls

A high-spirited independent mining base has an outbreak of a decidedly embarrassing social disease that makes them unusually amorous. Deliver aid to these wretched souls in their hour of need, and welcome them into the warm embrace of the Coalition.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

OBJECTIVE BLUE: Smash the Eight Ball
Location: D'Qar -> Vergesso

"Captain, we have received reports of a pirate cruiser in the Vergesso Asteroids!" Griet shouted, while revealing the identity of the culprits. "The Ta'jar Blood Gang"

"The Ta'jar Blood Gang... not content with preying on shipping in First Order-land, they have the audacity to expand to the east? I thought that, after the events of Dagobah and Varonat, they would find the job around the Metharian Nebula easier! Damn right, I'll be flying!"

"Are you sure you are in condition to fly in such turbulent conditions? I mean, we are flying in an asteroid field" Wololo asked.

"This is going to be my first operational sortie" Leastre, the accountant of the D'Qar base, commented, while she boarded her craft.

"Me too" the Trandoshan pilot recruit signaled.

Janick had quite a history with the Ta'jar Blood Gang; from saving the Levantine Astronautical Academy to catching slavers operating near the Metharian Nebula, she had an earful of those slavers. But today was the day where she would be trying out new ordnance, like these ion rockets. And yet, since the Verdict was, more often than not, in port, Janick was shuffled around the more dangerous starfighter assignments, and, even though her titular command is of the starfighter complement of the Verdict, in practice, she is flying all over Wild Space. Once the reloading procedure was completed, the three squadrons currently stationed on D'Qar that could be safely dispatched were forming up in orbit, with coordinates to D'Qar. Understandably, visions of her spaceborne encounters with the Ta'jar Blood Gang were flashing in her mind, where she fought them off with proton rockets. But Dokkalfarsed was different from the Vergesso Asteroids, in that there were no asteroids over Dokkalfarsed; once the three squadrons, laden with ion ordnance, were in position to jump:

"T-account and Lizard, this is not going to be easy. Nevertheless, jump to lightspeed"

Spoiler: Order of battle

Attack craft:

Spoiler: Order of battle

12 Alakaha elite fighters
12 RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors
12 Chiloon fighter/bombers

 

[Lief]

Drifting Aboard The Tarnished Bucket
Somewhere amidst the Vergesso Asteroids

Lumpy space rocks, as far as the eye could see.

Bucket running on empty. Kyne growing restless.

With a disgruntled sigh, Kyra beat one hand against the navigation console which lay before her and turned in her seat to glare over at her copilot Screw. He was your run of the mill FEG pilot droid, typically great at his job and managed to keep the ship running without much issue yet for whatever reason he had chosen this very moment to start malfunctioning.

"Gorram rust bucket, picked the best kriffin' time to lose a few bolts. Turn my back for five minutes and the whole thing turns to chit!"

The pup' whimpered down by her feet, yet she waved him off with one hand and stood from her seat. Turning full circle, she did not come to any sort of decent conclusion about what the heck she was going to do about her current predicament. There ought to have been enough fuel to get her down to Aurum...

"So what gives?"

Snatching up her sonic servo from one of the consoles she stomped through the halls of the Bucket while she drifted through space. Ordinarily she wouldn't have minded much, sent a signal out and waited for some sort of assistance. Close enough to those Je'daii folk her sister ran with that everything would have been fine and dandy.

But so close to the asteroid field?

"Ain't worth riskin' it..."

Mumbling to herself, she descended into the mechanical bay and stepped through into the engine room. Her finger sought out a wall mounted comm-system, and once the button was pressed she spoke back up to the cockpit.

"Alright, you bag-a-screws, get a message out there. Hopefully someone is foolish enough to be close by to this mess of space rocks. Keep ole Bucket from ramming any of'em but otherwise don't waste precious fuel, you got me?"

Then she turned her attention away from the mess upstairs and back to the issue at hand. The dang engines.

[member='Jorus Merrill'] | [member='Janick Beauchamp'] | @Anyone Else

 

[Runi Verin]

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Jackson Singh"] | [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Ember Farseer"]​

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Onboard the Boracyk,
YTA-1300 Light Freighter

The Panacea, ​

OMT-490 Heavy Cruiser
Vergesso Asteroid Belt​

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When the Omega folk rolled through here some years back, they caused quite a stir by all accounts. Slugging it out with the Confederacy with the kind of exaggerated battle glory you'd find in your cantina brand of tall tales. The sort you'd hear being recounted after one too many lums had been knocked back and the dancers had all gone home. Yet these were the tales, tall or not, proved to be of the best variety when it came to Vergesso. Namely those that could be backed up by some particularly tantalizing, hard evidence.

Salvage.

"Ain't much to look at for sure." Runi mused as the Boracyk drifted gently alongside the hull of one of the few pock-scarred wrecks that lingered on the edge of the system. A relic from the past. A frozen, runious scene of twisted and melted durasteel-titanium. Painting a rather grim picture of what transpired to the crew of the poor vessel. And why she was had long since been abandoned to the ravages of the asteroid belt and fickle stellar winds. "But I figure an ugly girl like that has gotta have a few tricks up her sleeves if she wants to get asked to the dance, 'lek?"

Like what had remained of the crew, there was little chance that the medication on board would have survived the test of age, let alone that of the vacuum, but she had been a top of the line medical vessel during her peak. Equipped with all manner of fancy medical scanners, droids and gear that would fetch a pretty cred on the open market. There was always a dire need for good doctorin' out on the Rim.

"Take her in nice an' easy, Korkie. Got no desire to join the scenery." She called over her shoulder as she padded her way through her own ship's rusted hallways, making a beeline for the access hatch and the array of salvaging gear she'd cobbled together over the years. Well worn for the most part, but tried and trusted all the same. Stuff she could look to replace if this panned out like her last few jobs. "An' tell our guests to get their shebs in gear. This ain't a pleasure cruise. Might as well make themselves useful."

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

You know that feeling when you’re trying to make friends? Sometimes it meant working with people, and giving up some things you loved, y’know, like flying your own ship? That was what she was doing now. Hanging out with another one of the ORC ‘employed’ Wardens, [member="Runi Verin"]. The girl was about the same age as Kaia, and another spacer-trash-panda, so they seemed similar enough for Kaia to try to make friends.

But she spent the majority of the trip over mulling around the YTA-1300 and checking its systems out. A bit different than her own YT, but different eras, different levels of design. She had played around at the shields and engines, just checking them out, and seeing if there was anything she could do. But then the ship was reverting soon. She could feel it, she knew they were approaching something out in real-space. She had sent word out to the Corellian Dawn of a salvage operation in the Vergresso Asteroids, hopefully they’d show.

Not like she had paid them to do anything else. She had heard the call coming from the cockpit and she had scrambled to where her own gear was. She had her own EV suit, and a few pieces of equipment, and grabbed what she could carry and made it towards the airlock. Dropping her torch on the table and suiting herself into EV, she looked at Runi.

“What one did you pick?”

[member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Jackson Singh"] | [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Ember Farseer"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

They had one word to go off of, Ta’jar. That was the blood hound gang that had jumped the Levantine Astro Academy that the Coalition had returned to save. Everyone in the crew knew what that was, from Coren to Julius to Rosa and maybe Fiolette? Coren wasn’t sure his thoughts on the new friend. But what it meant was they had a ship to chase down. Just had to find it.

An hour of research and the group was able to find the ships that were heading out of D’Qar at the approximate time. Coren had contacted Coalition command and dispatched a Ruisto-class frigate out to pick up anyone and everyone who was going to the Vegresso with them. Of course, he was taking his own freighter, but he requested an E-Wing, in case it was a fighter situation. He knew the limits of his personal ship, after all. But the fact that they could special order some assistance was also helpful.

If Jorus was in trouble, it was either a serious threat, or they had a situation where he was injured, and the Embrace was able to help with both. The ship was quickly loaded and launched into hyperspace towards the Asteroids. He hadn’t left the hangar, instead helped Porter prep one of the E-Wings for anything.

“We have reverted to the Asteroids. Ta’jar ships on sensors, but they’re out of range.” Came the ship’s captain. “Moving to pursue.” Now was the time.

[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Rosa Gunn"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Sal Katarn"] (?)

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Aboard the Boracyk
Vergesso Asteroid Belt

Mishel stood with her blue jacket slung tight across her body, opened to reveal her maroon shirt that hung just over the lip of her biege combat pants. Hair pulled back so that it was out of her face, she was focused on her cybernetic hand. Studying it she figured it could use an oil bath or two soon. Mishel reached over and grabbed her charger out from the wall. The neurotransponder was then walked to a dufflebag that read FORT NEMO. She'd gotten here by way of D'Qar and figured to leave the Argosy docked there since she still didn't know what to do with it.

She no longer bore the carbon fibre scab that kept her insides where they belonged. Instead there was now a large scar across her abdomen from the beskad she had taken on Utapau. Her thoughts flickered to the snake that had laid around Samka's shoulders on Dagobah and of course to the rather unorthodox Jedi, [member="Margaret the Grey"] she found there too. Mishel brought herself back reality, which meant back to the Boracyk. They'd arrived at the Vergesso Asteroid Belt with the goal of salvage, and seeing as how Mishel didn't have to much to do except either meditate or watch the back of her eyelids. She followed her mentor [member="Ember Farseer"] along for the trip.

The girl hadn't had a chance to meet the others save for an exchanged glance or with [member="Kaia Starchaser"]. Outside of that - this was all new, including the people. Mishel trudged out of whatever cargo hold she had been in and made her way down the Boracyk's corridors.

[member="Tryp West"] | [member="Jackson Singh"]

 

[Delaney Wilder]

[member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Runi Verin"]
The Panacea,
OMT-490 Heavy Cruiser
Vergesso Asteroid Belt

Jack leaned against the viewport in the observatory and watched the looming hulk drift in the cold void of space.

"Ya'know, I dun remember when we went from datin' in da Outer Rim, to taggin' along wif' 'em for da most part." Singh drawled out as he studied the weird angles, the hull was pockmarked and littered with impact bursts from stray asteroids, stuff like that. Though there was one large rip on its side, where capital guns had shredded straight through and killed it cold. About center-way through the cruiser though, so they'd have plenty of salvage, before that particular part became relevant. "Exciting tho, we get to see-"

Head shook and he chuckled.

"Ya know, ain't gonna play, dat ship gives me da creeps." Shifting back to catch Tryp's eye. "Spoopy stuff. If we get all murdered by ghosts or sumthing, gonna be cross with ya. Just so ya know."

He stretched and then grabbed the bag resting against the couch.

The trip here had been fine, not a lot of action and most of them had stuck to their own little corners. Jedi, the cap' 'course, one of 'em Starchaser scions he had heard so much about (basically Skywalkers but more scrappy) and then there was the two of 'em. The comms rang- "Time to earn ya keep, lazy bums, Cap wants y'all suited up and ready to flyin' in 5."

Ugh.

He was going to die in that creepy as feth ship, wasn't he?

"Time to roll, luv." His hip bumped softly against hers and then they stepped out of the deck, towards Runi Verin and her creepy ghost ship. It wasn't enough that Jack had to roll around in Sith tombs and dodge huge mega-spiders.

Noooooo, ghost ships, feth.

 

[Tryp West]

Credits. It all came down to credits. Which irritated Tryp quite a bit. After losing her ship on Utapau, she'd been working her arse off to save up enough to replace it. Unfortunately, with the war spreading over the galaxy, her usual income stream had dried up considerable. No one was buying music from the outter rim when the mid rim and core was in chaos. Sure she still had some money tucked away, and there was a trickle coming through from old sales that she'd been able to negotiate royalties on. And what that was enough to get by, it wasn't nearly adequate to buy a new ship with.

Fortunately, Tryp was a creative and sensible sort. She needed money. People needed jobs done. Didn't matter to her much who or where or why (though she drew the line at merc work, anything that got other people hurt), which was how she found herself out on a salvage job today with the Coalition.

So she knew exactly how they'd ended up here. Jack probably didn't need to be, strictly speaking. There was no shortage of work for a bounty hunter after all. But it was nicer with him, she wasn't going to lie. She chuckled at him, shaking her head.

"Dis is what I do e'ry day, Jack," she said with a wink. "Spoopy chit. But ya know, if'n ya'd rather stay 'ere dat kin be arranged."

She was teasing him and he knew it. But the offer was also genuine. If he was too uncomfortable, she wouldn't give him grief if he didn't go over.

"Least it's not spiders, yah? Come on, let's git ready."

Not that they had much they needed to prepare. Tryp was basically always ready to go, no matter what was going on. So when the time came and the ship stilled, ready to disgorge its scavenging occupants, they were ready.

[member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Ember Farseer"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Objective Blue

Rosa felt her fingers tighten on the back of Coren's chair, eyes watching the asteroids loom closer. She extended her senses eyes sliding shut she reached across the field hunting for the pirate ship and its crew in the force, her mind flitted past theirs looking for a familiar presence. Jorus.

"I've got him, lower decks, centre of the ship. He's faint though." she opened her eyes and moved to strap herself in.

"Would you like me to lay down some cover?" she asked. The link was there now, all their minds just a step away and she could make them all blind to their approach.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

OBJECTIVE BLUE: Smash the Eight Ball
Location: Vergesso

"T-account, Lizard, don't let those asteroids scare you: don't hesitate to perform evasive maneuvers if asteroids start to move!"

"Copy, Alchemist Actual" T-account acknowledged.

"Tow Cable Squadron, cover us, while both other squadrons will pelt the enemy cruiser with ion rockets! Approach the enemy cruiser aft"

Understandably, T-account and Lizard are the most nervous pilots flying with Janick today, in the Vergesso asteroids, and they are both attached to Ornfra's squadron, flying Chiloon fighter/bombers. As they made their approach towards the pirate cruiser, they realize that the approach won't be very easy, but shorting out the engines may also have implications for shorting out the power conduits. Especially when there are asteroids being bounced back and forth. Which meant that the path to the target was going to be much more tortuous than was the case on Dokkalfarsed, whose visions were flashing in the witch's mind. It was obvious how it was going to be both similar and different from that sortie. And narrowly miss an asteroid headed to her starboard, forcing her to pull up to avoid being buffeted by the asteroid, with more memories of... Utapau surfacing. Ouch. Better not collide against anything, much less before the target actually becomes in range, she thought, while her brain was overloading with all the knowledge that she was going to call upon. Lizard was the first and T-account was the second one to fire, with both squadrons' remaining pilots following suit.

"Lizard, Fox Three!"

Spoiler: Order of battle

Attack craft:

12 Alakaha elite fighters
12 RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors
12 Chiloon fighter/bombers

 

[Curupira Hawk]

Aboard the Ceta
HWK-290 Light Freighter

Entering Asteroids Hex

She wasn't actually supposed to end here, not really. Curupira was on her way from Kesh to do her job because jobs were important, they gave credits, credits provided for money, clothes, and gas... who knew. The woman wasn't always aware of it but she didn't quite realize how important it was until she'd gone out of her comfort zone and then all of a sudden, it was extremely important. She might have been hungry once... maybe twice... And sure, a Force User had a way to get around it but it had been a while now since her powers hadn't quite been working the way they used to. Made her connection to the Force harder. It was still there but it wasn't quite what it was, not anymore.

Anyway, she was on her way from Kesh to find herself a wreckage, she needed to make some things but she'd been distracted, not completely familiar with the south of the galaxy as much as she should have that when her ship sounded alarms, coming louder over the music she'd been playing. Curupira paused, looked over towards the front before she actually did hurry over. Before she'd even looked at the screen to see what all the fuss was about, the window gave her a pretty good view of the trouble ahead. "Well, kark," the blond muttered as she sat herself down and disengaged the auto-pilot, taking control of the commands.

Maybe going into an asteroid field wasn't the best possible idea. Curupira was decent at piloting but maybe that great, evident when she made a sharp left to avoid one of them, adjusting the ship shortly after to avoid hitting the one that was growing closer to her at the turn. With the ship marking proximity alerts at the asteroids, Curupira didn't get a chance to realize her ship wasn't the only one there.

@Open

 

[Ordo]

The big man sat aboard an old frieghter. He old eyes stared into the asteroid field. He had lost something, something important, and he wanted it back. Big hands, moved over the controls as he angled his deflector shields and moved the ship in after the ORC forces. A vast emptiness was his only feeling. They had it last. Someone would know where it was or at least they would know someone who did.

The freighter dodged between asteroids and he angled toward a large mining colony. The largest reading of life signs in the area. They would have answers. They had too. He jerked the controls to and fro as he wove the ship through the asteroid field with practiced hands. The ship rounded a final large space rock surrounded by debris and the colony came into view. There was no defense. No call for ship registration. It was as if no one was on duty. The big man angled for the landing bay and made his approach.

They would answer, or they would suffer...no middle ground today.

[member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Tryp West"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Curupira Hawk"]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

OBJECTIVE GOLD: Pirates Versus Dianogas

Nothing about this looked like fun, the cruiser spitting asteroids for fun though was just not his cup of tea. With the bulk of the ORC forces looking to be headed that way anyway however, that left the nice juicy objective of burning out a pirate base on one of the larger asteroids. He'd taken a five man team with him, the smaller transport just felt right in this environment. Besides big targets would just invite an asteroid to get thrown his way. Instead his pilot was inviting death by skimming way to close to asteroids to avoid more conventional weapons from the base itself. On second thought he wasn't really sure he was enjoying this mission any more then the first option.

Putting aside the rolling of his stomach the Zabrak double checked his gear as he half listened to the team's veteran, go over the weapon checks with the new locals they'd brought on. They weren't exactly green, but they were just a bit more wild then a professional soldier preferred. Still they'd shape up, well either that or they'd need to find work in some other outfit. "Contact in five, be ready for action before we even touch down. Lets show these ORC fellows who they'd invited to the party, shall we?"

@Ordo @Curupira Hawk [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Tryp West"] [member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Kyra Sol"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective Blue

Coren was ready for anything, but the fact that he was still in the larger ship, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Looking up from the repairs being done on the E-Wing, his preferred ship when he needed some slicing assistance from Porter. He looked up at [member="Rosa Gunn"] as she started speaking.

“Yeah, I may need the help. Not going to be…”

A laser blast hit the shields of the frigate, and the reverberation could be felt even in the hangar of the vessel. Coren shook his head, this was not going to be fun, but they had to get him back. The trick was if the Embrace was ready to keep the fight up.

“Frakking with these without something up my sleeve. If I take the ‘Rising’ in, can you cover me? I’ll get in and break him out. You stay on the Rising and I’ll bring him to you?” He said, indicating his own freighter. He was not the medic today.

Nor any day, really.

[member="Rosa Gunn"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

OBJECTIVE BLUE: Smash the Eight Ball
Location: Vergesso

The pirate cruiser was surrounded; however, since the cruiser was still chucking asteroids, there were two fighters caught into the paths of the asteroids being thrown around: one of wingmen attached to both T-account and Lizard was hit by those asteroids, while an A-Wing making a strafing run for the tractor beam projectors collided with the projector it targeted. Now these pirates are doing to us what I did with those Mandos on Utapau, she thought, while memories of those very Mandos crashing into the sinkhole's wall, and of the resulting near-misses, were flashing in her mind, making her even forget to launch the ion rocket. That, even after Griet and the others already fired theirs, causing the enemy ray shields to drain, but not quite downing them in full. But another volley of ion rockets may prove to be enough to fry the shield generators. Just that, amid those visions of past engagements where she was faced with the prospects of the craft hitting solid objects, her mind was so overloaded that she couldn't even fire an ion rocket at the pirate cruiser. With power onboard the target starting to fluctuate...

"Alchemist Actual, you haven't fired ion rockets yet; what's wrong?" Griet asked, suspecting a variety of causes, such as a failure of the bomb bay doors.

"Coming around for another pass"

Spoiler: Order of battle

Attack craft:

12 Alakaha elite fighters
11 RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors
11 Chiloon fighter/bombers

 

[Zef Halo]

Boracyk
Vergesso Asteroids

Ember had tagged with a group of salvagers on their job due to his above average electronics skills. He'd taken it not only because of the necessity of what made the galaxy...spin?-credits- but also because the Jedi Knight felt exploring a dead ship in the middle of nowhere may very well be a good practice to keep his wits about him. Durability of the mind, his now gone Jedi Master in the NJO had often said. Imagination mixed with the senses of the Force could run wild in one's head.

A Jedi always had to be in control. Stable.

Thus, while having a few short small-talk chats with others of the crew, Ember had mainly remained in his quarters meditating throughout the voyage. Often various small electronics would be manipulated telepathically through his mind, randomly floating before him. Servos attaching, cables splicing, all that electrician stuff but done through the power of the Force.

Oh look at me, a Force using electrician.

A sudden stagger of the ship and a thud brought him back from his trance. He took a minute to bring his mind back to reality before silently venturing forth towards the airlock while putting on the necessary zero-g equipment. Ember wondered if the two with the odd accents would sound more painful over the internal comms of their helmets.

[member="Tryp West"] | [member="Jackson Singh"] | [member="Runi Verin"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]​

 

[Runi Verin]

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[member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Jackson Singh"] | [member="Ember Farseer"]​

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On board the Boracyk,
Vergesso Asteroids

"An old Omega Pyre Cardea medical cruiser." Runi replied, as she tugged on her own EVA gear, already anxious to get out there. Having been almost exclusively a solo operator for most of her career, it was strange sensation having so many people on board her ship. She honestly wasn't sure if she liked it, but larger jobs simply demanded more hands than she normally had at her disposal. She just had to grin (or grimace) and bear it for now. At least some of them seemed competent. "She's a little worse for wear, but I figure between the components and medical supplies the cheeka was carrying, there should be enough to go around."

That was the eternal hope, anyway.

"Korkie'll send you what we got from the scans. OP ain't exactly free on their design specs, but he should be able to piece together enough to at least give us a rough idea of the layout." Didn't hurt that the ship had been almost completely filleted down one side, exposing decks to both space and prying sensors alike. She stamped her feet a few times to set her mag boots in place. "Figure we split up. Some head for the med supplies, others take the tech. Lowest score buys the first round back on Vergesso."

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

So many people on the ship. Sure, that happened at times, but Kaia wasn’t quite sure she was really ready for everyone to be here. A Warden’s life sometimes incorporated more time on a ship than anywhere else, and it was hard to link up with other sentients all the time. Maybe why she kept herself alone, and on the move. She just didn’t want to somehow start a war. So that meant a lot of meditating on what it meant to be a Jedi, and a Warden, and sending stories around to other Wardens and Judges in the Coalition space.

She had made a few friends, after all, and run across a few more people. Like there was Khaleel, and Runi and Mishel… Ok, so three.

“Well, worse for wear isn’t that bad.” She grinned. Easier to break down, and maybe she’d not have to deal with too many stuck doors. “The Protectorate was here what, a while ago. Ship should be ancient, relatively speaking.” The way things moved in this galaxy, what, a few years, was a long time. The talk of a bet though.

“I’ll take that bet.” Grinning, Kaia slipped into her EV suit, and looked at the airlock. “See who can find the best stuff too, the Oh-Pee had some neat things.” And the Alliance was taking most of them.

[member="Runi Verin"]
[member="Mishel Noren"]
[member="Tryp West"]
[member="Ember Farseer"]
[member="Jackson Singh"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Objective Blue

Rosa ran her eyes over the Rising. Apprehension tied her stomach in knots, she could feel Jorus, close enough but so faint. Closer to the edge than she would have liked. Another hit shuddered through the hangar bay and Rosa's jaw tightened.

"Yes, I can. I can provide you with some distractions too." She had to be careful, if she pushed herself too far, she would be in no position to help Jorus when Coren brought him back. "They won't see whats happening until its too late, but..." she swung her gaze back to Coren. "it would be better if we both collect him. I can still cover the Rising while we infiltrate."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]