"You wanna take the Mara Corridor straight up through the Scar Worlds, don't bother stopping to see that Hypergate. Ain't been touched since that business with the ghost bots a few months back. Once you hit Lianna's where it all gets dicey. See, that's right on the NIO's border, at least on the maps. They'll probably be out even further than that what with their new decree and all. From there hop onto the Shaltin Tunnels. If you've hit the Thandon Cluster you've gone too far. Ain't nothin' out there except Brosi, and nobody goes to Brosi. OH! You wanted a smuggler's route? You got another drink for me then Red?"
-@Jerec Asyr ~ Probably
The ecumenopolis of Lianna was breathtaking. Out in the Outer Rim it was rare to see city planets like this. She felt that if she squinted enough she'd be able to see the light from the star, which dubiously had the same name why didn't people from the early days of space exploration have better imaginations?) glinting off of the fresh chromium of the New Imperial Academy. That is, if the shadow of a half a dozen ships didn't block her view. There were more here than she remembered. The biggest change was the intimidating battlecruiser that seemed to dominate the traffic lines in and out of the system. With a sigh she ran a hand through her red hair and bit the inside of her cheek. Well, she wasn't much for sightseeing. She'd better be on her way and-
Beep.
"Burn me," Miri muttered before letting her hair fall back over one side of her face. Her eyes fell on the source of her immediate annoyance and potential death. A hail from one of the star destroyers. A little guy, though its bulbous turbolaser batteries told her that it was just as deadly as the others. A little wedge blinked onto her tactical display in yellow. Miri bit her bottom lip, hoping to whatever gods existed out there that it would just go away.
Beep.
She didn't have clearance to be here. It had been risky but at Chandaar she'd done a few hyperspace skips to pass the NIO's interdiction check points where if she had been legally aloud to enter New Imperial Space, she'd have gotten a designation chit or had her Imperial transport authority card updated for her recent travels. She had neither. She thumbed the switch.
"-ified transport. Please provide Transport Designation Chit or ITA Card number. Your escort into the system will arrive shortly. Lianna is currently on lockdown. Any and all transports are barred from leaving the system until further notice. I repeat-"
"I heard you the first time chrom- err sir." There was a pause.
"Transport-"
"Give me a second I'm trying to find it. Damn droid must've shoved it somewhere..." Another long pause. Three more indicators appeared on the screen. Red. Their weapons were active and trained on her. She cursed. "These Imps aren't really fond of second chances are they? Burn me. Storming burn my kriffing salt." Just at that moment, KIX stepped into the cockpit.
"Ah, Mistress O'Hare, its just about time for your-" The droid didn't have time to finish its sentence. Miri jerked the control yoke to the side, sending the Aquarius into a dive. KIX stumbled and clanged loudly against the door pannel before slumping to the floor clumsily in a mess of gangly limbs. Its photoreceptors blinked for a moment before it shook its head and stood, leaning against the door frame for support.
"Mistress!?" It shouted in pure simulated fear.
"We're takinga detour," Miri gritted through clenched teeth as emerald bolts streaked past their vision.
[This is a First Reply thread, but I'm taking the first two people that join instead of the usual 1]
-@Jerec Asyr ~ Probably
There's Imps in every sector set to blow us from the sky...
(Hoist her up! Stow her down! Look out for the law.)
But we'll be riding lanes that lesser pilots couldn't fly...
(And we're running down from Kessel through the Maw.)
There's not a route more dangerous to get us to the core...
(Hoist her up! Stow her down! Look out for the law.)
But every risk is worth it for the credits that we'll score...
(And we're running down from Kessel through the Maw.)
(Hoist her up! Stow her down! Look out for the law.)
But we'll be riding lanes that lesser pilots couldn't fly...
(And we're running down from Kessel through the Maw.)
There's not a route more dangerous to get us to the core...
(Hoist her up! Stow her down! Look out for the law.)
But every risk is worth it for the credits that we'll score...
(And we're running down from Kessel through the Maw.)
The ecumenopolis of Lianna was breathtaking. Out in the Outer Rim it was rare to see city planets like this. She felt that if she squinted enough she'd be able to see the light from the star, which dubiously had the same name why didn't people from the early days of space exploration have better imaginations?) glinting off of the fresh chromium of the New Imperial Academy. That is, if the shadow of a half a dozen ships didn't block her view. There were more here than she remembered. The biggest change was the intimidating battlecruiser that seemed to dominate the traffic lines in and out of the system. With a sigh she ran a hand through her red hair and bit the inside of her cheek. Well, she wasn't much for sightseeing. She'd better be on her way and-
Beep.
"Burn me," Miri muttered before letting her hair fall back over one side of her face. Her eyes fell on the source of her immediate annoyance and potential death. A hail from one of the star destroyers. A little guy, though its bulbous turbolaser batteries told her that it was just as deadly as the others. A little wedge blinked onto her tactical display in yellow. Miri bit her bottom lip, hoping to whatever gods existed out there that it would just go away.
Beep.
She didn't have clearance to be here. It had been risky but at Chandaar she'd done a few hyperspace skips to pass the NIO's interdiction check points where if she had been legally aloud to enter New Imperial Space, she'd have gotten a designation chit or had her Imperial transport authority card updated for her recent travels. She had neither. She thumbed the switch.
"-ified transport. Please provide Transport Designation Chit or ITA Card number. Your escort into the system will arrive shortly. Lianna is currently on lockdown. Any and all transports are barred from leaving the system until further notice. I repeat-"
"I heard you the first time chrom- err sir." There was a pause.
"Transport-"
"Give me a second I'm trying to find it. Damn droid must've shoved it somewhere..." Another long pause. Three more indicators appeared on the screen. Red. Their weapons were active and trained on her. She cursed. "These Imps aren't really fond of second chances are they? Burn me. Storming burn my kriffing salt." Just at that moment, KIX stepped into the cockpit.
"Ah, Mistress O'Hare, its just about time for your-" The droid didn't have time to finish its sentence. Miri jerked the control yoke to the side, sending the Aquarius into a dive. KIX stumbled and clanged loudly against the door pannel before slumping to the floor clumsily in a mess of gangly limbs. Its photoreceptors blinked for a moment before it shook its head and stood, leaning against the door frame for support.
"Mistress!?" It shouted in pure simulated fear.
"We're takinga detour," Miri gritted through clenched teeth as emerald bolts streaked past their vision.
[This is a First Reply thread, but I'm taking the first two people that join instead of the usual 1]