Private Smuggling Hope

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Equipment: 2x Customized DC-17's - Fighting Knife - Concealed Blast Vest - Vambraces

Junior noticed from the corner of his eyes Jazz's hand hovering her own blaster and nodded to himself, it seemed like he wasn't the only one. His eyes scanned up and down the hangar, clocking places where someone could take cover or hide at, each place being carefully logged and catalogued into his mind almost as if it was a targeting computer loading data.

His eyes were drawn away from the hangar as Jazz spoke and he nodded to her words. "Alright. The sooner we're in hyperspace the better." He turned back to the hangar but before she left he turned away yet again to speak to her. "Hey…be careful." He doubted she needed the reminder but he felt the need to give it.

He had to suppress the urge to draw his pistol and open fire as the door to the bay opened and three men and a droid entered. He watched them with discerning eyes, trying to figure out if they were carrying weapons or not but with the baggy jumpsuits they were wearing and the tool boxes they were carrying it was hard to tell.

His eyes fell on the droid next, it wasn't very menacing and looked to be a worker model but he knew better than most that looks could be very deceiving and it could have all kinds of programming loaded into its system, the fact that it looked as if it could also transform made him leery as well.

His senses almost screamed at him as the workers began to pry the plates up from the floor, they could have easily stashed weapons there and were preparing them and he kept his senses on them, waiting for any shift in their demeanor or sudden spike of hostility from them. His eyes now tracked the man, obviously the leader, and the droid as they moved away and plugged into a port.

Then the leader turned and made his way over to Junior and spoke. He didn't speak immediately and mulled over what he could say. In the end he went for ambiguous. "It's my friend's. They're getting us ready for takeoff so we'll be out your hair here soon." He spoke as if there was more than one friend to make the man think there were more than just him and Jazz.

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

The man shifted, and the barrel of a gun pressed into Noah's ribs. "That's great. Appreciate it, but first we need to do a li'l cargo inspection before ya dust off. Come on." With that he nudged Noah toward Starchaser's cargo bay.

Meanwhile, Jazz traipsed up the ramp, through the somewhat filled bay, heading for the cockpit. As the hatch opened, the left command chair swiveled to face her. For a split instant she thought it was empty then noticed a faint distortion as it stood up, and extended something toward her. In the blink of an eye the distortion shimmered in a pixelated pattern, which vanished to reveal a Twi'lek woman with light tan skin pointing a Relby K-23 blaster pistol in her face. She was about the same size and stature, with a hooded cloak, dark boots, dark leggings, and the rest disappeared beneath. Jazz immediately raised her hand, almost by reflex. The woman inclined her chin. "There's a good girl. Turn around."

Jazz did as she was told. A hand removed her DL-18, then found the knife in her pocket, then trailed along her legs to her boots, where she found the shiv. Then a quick pat of her pockets found the holdout blaster. A shove sent her staggering forward.

"Walk."

Jazz tightened her jaw, glaring over her shoulder but moved. Idly she hoped The girl was by herself, and her temporary partner would help sort this out. But as they entered the cargo bay, she could see the man rybet marching Noah to the ramp, with others closing in around the pair. Great.

The man next to Noah nodded. "Easy boyo. We just want the haul. Let's take it nice and slow." He turned his attention to the interior. "Everything good up there?"

The one holding her gun on Jazz wavered, calling out "Candy from a b--" Her words were cut off as Jazz snapped her right heel, driven by her powerful right leg back into the woman's ribs on the right with a crack. Bone snapped, and she doubled over, dropping to the deck. Jazz ducked and scooped up her pistols ,and the Relby. A flash of blue light flared in the cargo by as she stunned the woman.

"GeT her!" The leader bellowed

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard
Equipment: 2x Customized DC-17's - Fighting Knife - Concealed Blast Vest - Vambraces

Junior looked down as he felt the a bit too familiar poke of the muzzle of a blaster pistol press against his ribs and he let out a long sigh. “Just for once I’d like to do one of the jobs without having someone attempt to rob me.” If the thieves were smart they’d have noticed the emphasis he had used on the word ‘attempt’ but so often the people who did this to him were not smart.

He had hoped Jazz had gotten to the cockpit and was about to get them out of there, possibly giving Junior a chance to shake off his assailant but this hope was quickly dashed as he saw the tan skinned Twi'lek leading her to the cargo bay. “Oh hey Jazz! I see you found some of our friends too…” The tone he spoke in was jovial but obviously sarcastic.

He raised an eyebrow when the man called him ‘boyo’ and glowered at him. Was the man older than him? Yes, but Junior was no FNG fresh out of basic. “Listen dikut. I can respect the hustle…but you really picked the wrong shipment to try and lift…especially when you find out who owns it.” Was it a threat or a warning? Well there wasn’t much time to find out with what occurred next.

If they had been unoccupied Junior would have complimented Jazz on the powerful heel kick to the Twi’lek’s liver but he instead took the opportunity to strike with the apparent leader now focused on Jazz.

The leader took the blaster out of his back to aim at Jazz which turned out to be a bad idea as Junior stepped back into him, threw an elbow into the man’s ribs which met with a satisfying cracking noise. With the man’s arm now over his shoulder Junior quickly reached and wrenched the man’s arm down, snapping it on his shoulder and all but bending the arm in half.

Quickly as a flash Junior turned, drew both his pistols, flicked the selector switch to stun and pumped two stun bolts into the man before turning towards the other two ‘technicians’ now approaching the open cargo bay with drawn weapons. Pistols at his hips, Junior let out a flurry of stun bolts toward the men, more suppressing fire than anything as he backed into the cargo bay and took cover.

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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Jazz peeked around the cargo containers in time to see Noah down the man next to him and open up, both pistols sending incandescent bolts towards more people.

Jazz raised her DL-18 and snapped off a quick shot at another who took aim at Noah's back, dropping them to the durasteel decking. She ducked back just in time to avoid retaliatory shots.

Another of the men dropped behind the raised deckplates for cover, and fired off a burst of bolts at Noah. Nearby a metallic clicking and clanking filled the air as the spindly droid rushed toward Noah. It's three-digit hands splayed open to reveal blaster barrels in what would be the palms. Both fired in rapid bursts and with machine-like precision toward the man.

It continued on, rushing for the ship, its shots merely a drive-by, metal limbs pounding for the cargo bay.

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Equipment: 2x Customized DC-17's - Fighting Knife - Concealed Blast Vest - Vambraces

Junior quickly backpedaled, one blaster each firing towards the two hijackers still left. He did this until he made his way far enough into the cargo bay to take cover and quickly slotted himself into a small nook in the bay that gave him enough cover to take a look at the situation.

Holstering the blaster in his off hand he observed the hangar bay from his cover he grinned as he saw Jazz down on of the hijackers, now leaving only one left. Or so he thought. As he raised his blaster to take out the last one after he had sent a flurry of bolts he suddenly became aware of a metallic noise of the din of blaster fire.

He looked over to the noise and was slightly disturbed to find that the maintenance droid he had all but pushed out of his mind until had sprouted two blasters from its palms and was sending an overwhelming spread of fire into the cargo bay and while it was by no means aimed it was enough to push him back into cover.

Growling to himself he decided to brave the fusillade and round the corner, letting out a double tap to the droid's chest. It would seem that its creators had some wits about them however as the creepy little clanker shrugged the two bolts off and focused his aim on Junior now and unfortunately for the young man he was now exposed.

Another flurry of unaimed bolts came his way and unfortunately he caught one direct center in the chest. On the opposite end of the kick spectrum Junior always wore a concealed blast vest when out of armor and it held up to the bolt. The force behind the bolt knocked him back and down, not out of the fight but temporarily stunned. Though to his current partner it might seem otherwise.

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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"Noah!" The shout erupted out of her unbidden. Her hands were already shaking from the adrenaline dump. But at the same time this wasn't the first fight for her life she'd been through, especially a lightfight. Shooting straight and true under intense pressure seemed to only crystalize her focus.

But as he went down, something hardened further within. Getting ganked by a pirate crew was annoying enough. And maybe it wouldn't have come to this on another day. Maybe even if she were by herself. Though, that had it's own problems, if someone wanted to take something from her besides her cargo. But Noah was both client and passenger and her responsibility. From what she knew of him, passed down from Stardust Solus Skirae , he could handle himself.

Yet, he'd been shot.

Heat flared in her gut and raced through her body. Jaw tightening, her face took on a cold expression. Her gaze narrowed as she focused down the sight. The spindly droid came around the corner, hands raised.

Jazz fired, once, twice, three times. The first bolt missed. The second one plunged into the automaton's chest. Third bolt followed, rocking it back. Finger working the trigger, she sent more fire into its chest then two more bolts into its head.

Meanwhile, its hands raised, and strobed staccato bursts of blaster fire before it too dropped to the deck, still. The light in its photoceptors fading into nothing.

The smuggler lowered her pistol. The air was filled with smoke. With it were ozone, hot metal, burnt cloth and flesh. She went to take a step forward and a wave of pain dropped her to her knees. Looking down at herself she let out a small, "Oh." That explained the cloth and flesh smells.

She was hit. She'd taken a trio of bolts in the exchange. Left leg, left ribs, and right shoulder. Painful, not immediately fatal. Maybe not at all.

"Noah," she called out again and started half crawling, half dragging herself toward him. If he was dead, things just got way more complicated.

Something warm and wet ran down her chest. She paused, checking herself over without looking. Her hand, the good one, came away wet, slightly sticky. Looking down, she groaned. Great, the wounds weren't fully cauterized. She was bleeding. But not terribly bad. Nothing arterial. The actual wound sites didn't hurt, but the area around them was starting to burn like fire.

 

[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Junior was tangentially aware of the blaster fire that was going on around him as he laid on the ground after taking the bolts. This was not the first time he had taken a bolt to the chest when wearing some kind of armor or vest but he was always surprised at the force behind something that seemed to be a bolt of light.

Another thing that caught his ears was Jazz shouting his name, he would have smiled and chuckled at that if not for their current situation. He heard the blaster fire stop in the back of his mind and he finally recovered from the shock of the bolt hitting him enough to get back up.

Junior rose, as if from the dead, quickly moving from his position sprawled out on the ground to a sitting position, blaster drawn and scanning the area for any more threats as he did. He noticed the droid first and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the droid, now with four extra holes in it courtesy of Jazz.

"Damn Jazz, that’s some good-" The words died in his throat as he turned and saw the condition she was now in. His face betrayed a little amount of panic that seeing her wounds caused him.

Ignoring the pain that blossomed into his chest and he rolled onto his front, stood and made his way to Jazz he took her in his arms and began to assess her wounds. "Chit that little bastard tagged you good eh?" He checked her over again and knew while they weren't fatal they were concerning.

"Okay…gonna have to mend these wounds…" He didn't have any medical gear on him but he didn't necessarily need them. "Alright…just bear with me real quick." Closing his eyes took his palms and placed them over the biggest wound, the one on her ribs.

Reaching out in the force and into Jazz's body he imagined the wound in his mind and pushed his force essences into Jazz's body, regenerating muscle, tendon and blood vessels back together. In the back of his mind he was surprised how quickly her wounds healed almost as if…

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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As soon as she saw him, heard him, Jazz fell back onto the deckplates in relief. Good, he was alive. The cold durasteel contrasted the pools of heat where she'd been hit. For now she'd just... enjoy the leaking.

As he knelt to check on her, her violet eyes were pools of pain, and perhaps a little fear as the adrenaline started to wear off.

As he mentioned needing to mend the wounds but having no medical gear, she raised her good arm and pointed. "Emergency kit in that low cubby by the passenger bunks." She had a first aid kit in the refresher too, but it wasn't really meant to treat something serious. Not like getting shot. Though even it had some things that would help.

But he didn't hear her. Or had something else in mind.

As he gathered her up in his arms, she bit back a scream with her bad shoulder being squished against him. Vision swam and spun for a moment, her whole body taut as a high tensile line. She clung to him as best she could.

Then his hand found her side, the ribs, and pressed. Her vision turned splotchy and started to blacken. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a keening whimper and a deeply pained moan, tears welling up in her eyes.

And then the pain winked out, almost entirely. She let out a gasp and a different moan, this one of relief that was almost sexual. Gratitude rolled off of her in the Force. Whatever he'd done, her head was clearing.

Warmth suffused into her both from her contact against his frame, but also his touch. She would have drifted toward sleep then as her body relaxed further, edging back toward homeostasis.

But then, it started.

The itch.

It began at his hand, a light almost tickle, spreading and intensifying, like a twelve centimeter bug bite. Or like someone had poured itching powder on her skin. And into her flesh, for she could feel the itch deep under the skin too.

It intensified again, as she grabbed onto him. It began to border on pain. But felt remarkably good too. As she watched, the wound in her left thigh had stopped bleeding and was healing over rapidly. She could only assume the same was happening to her ribs even as her breathing improved. A check of her shoulder showed the wound there crusting and flaking as it healed.

Jazz tried to ignore the flesh knitting back together, the itching of it. And surprisingly she could for the most part. But suffused with it too was pleasure, between blood rushing into and through the area, the new growth, new nerve endings test firing, this too bordered on sexual, as though getting a really good scratch on an intense, persistent itch. The kind of sensation that made her eyes roll up in the back of her head for a moment as gooseflesh spread out across her entire body and made her squirm and gasp once more.

And moments later... it was over, subsiding in seconds. She collapsed, sagging against him. A chick check showed only pink, freshly healed skin with practically no scarring. Impulsively, instinctively she straightened and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How did you do that," she asked, then caught herself realizing what she'd done.

She covered her mouth in shock. "I'm sorry," said in tiny voice. "I ... forgot where I was. That was rude of me."

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Words and thoughts were gone from Junior's mind as he pulled Jazz into his lap, pressed his palms against her and closed his eyes. He knew that he was causing her pain by moving her but he needed her in his grasp because he knew once he began the healing there would be a good bit of squirming involved.

His brows knit together as he focused on healing the wounds and using his bodyweight and hands to keep Jazz still as he'd experienced this kind of healing before and knew just how itchy it was. He was aware of the noises she was making and could read her feelings in the Force but he was so engrossed in his work that he kept it in the back of his head.

It didn't take long for the healing to take place, perhaps a minute or two at most, but he felt them closing as he was connected to her body during the process. First the most dangerous wound healed, the ribs being near organs he knew were vital. Then the thigh as its vicinity to blood vessels concerned him. Lastly the shoulder knitted together, it wasn't as bad as the other two and he could have probably done without but he figured in for a deci-credit in for a credit.

Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding he opened his eyes and looked down at Jazz, smiling as he saw the wounds now fully healed with only some minimal scarring to attest to the damage.

And that's when it happened, he felt her moving in his lap but didn't realize what she was doing until it happened. Her lips against his cheek felt nicer than anyone's had before and he blushed almost as red as his hair as he chose to answer her question first. "Mom was a Jedi, I was born Force-sensitive so she taught me how to use…along with most of my siblings."

When she apologized he chuckled and shook his head. "It's fine…in fact I wouldn't mind if you did it again…" He smiled down at her as she sat in his lap, for some reason he felt he just needed to…take in the moment.

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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Jedi. The Force. Jahzra knew of a few people who were in that circle. It explained a lot. She nodded.

Then as he circled back, relief flowed off of her like smoke. Good, he wasn't mad. Then mentioning not minding if she did it again, only drew out a smile that lit her entire face up.

She nodded, and shifted to her hands and knees, resting her weight on her lower legs. "Alright." Reaching out she cupped his face in her cool hands, and drew closer. She pressed those darkened lips to his, plush and warm, lightly at first but then deepened it for a few moments, letting her lips caress against his.

Truth be told, she'd kind of wanted a better version, and as she held that for a moment, gratitude rolled out of her next, and this time flowed over and into him warm sunlight or a warm blanket straight from the dryer. But gratitude was all there was behind it. And happiness to be alive, and okay. Excitement. But also perhaps the tiniest tinge of fear too. That had been a close call. Too close.

Then she pulled back. "Thank you for saving my life and patching me up," she said, her voice a little rough around the edges. "Now... If we're gonna make our delivery, we have work to do." She brushed over the burned edges of his shirt and the armor beneath. "You got hit too. Can you do some heavy lifting?"

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Junior was well aware of how certain people saw the Jedi and Force users so he was very glad when Jazz did not dismiss him out of hand for being one. He was also very glad with what happened next.

He felt the relief flow off of her when he made sure she knew he wasn't mad at her for kissing his cheek. A slight shiver came to him as she cupped his cheek and he leaned into the kiss, head tilting to avoid the teenage mistake of bumping noses.

His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her close against him and while in the Force he felt only gratitude he felt the underlying emotions under it but was content to just live in the moment they found themselves in.

He almost let out a sigh as they disconnected, head leaning forward slightly in a vain attempt to seize the last remnants of their kiss. "You're more than welcome, did your fair amount of saving yourself there."

He chuckled to himself and looked down as her hands brushed over his shirt and he waved her concerns off, lifting his shirt to expose the concealed blast vest. "I'm all good, the vest took the hit. Just knocked the air outta me."

He stood up from the deck and offered Jazz his hands to pull her to her feet with a grin. "Let's get back to work now eh?"

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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Jazz took his hands and within moments, found her feet again. “Get … her, and that thing off my ship while I get us ready to lift off. Once they’re out the door, seal us up, or I can from up front. Then we’re out of here.”

Urgency sent her brushing past him, heading for the cockpit. Inside she dropped into the left seat and started her pre-flight checklist. Within moments the reactor hummed to life, flooding the ship with energy, though she didn’t feed the engines just yet.

A quick peek showed the areas around the thrusters were clear, only then did she spool up the engines, bringing them to life, but kept them idle for now.

Bay door closed, she fed power into the repulsor lift, just enough to lift about a meter off the deck and glide forward.

Squeezing the Starchaser through the containment field and out into naked space, she pulled up and away, then shifted to sub-lights and gunned the throttle. Streams of blue-white hot thrust jetted out behind the ship, accelerating it like a kicked rock. “Strap in, it’ll get a little wild. Can you handle some gunnery?”

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

He pulled Jazz to her feet with relative ease, ignoring the lance of pain that blossomed in his chest from the bruise he was certain was from the blaster bolts that struck there. He nodded at her words and gave her a grin and quick mock salute. "Ma'am yes ma'am."

Snark outta the way he made quick work of disposing of the trash, throwing the unconscious Twi'lek over his left shoulder while grabbing the droid by its leg and dragging it out of the cargo bay. With that done he made a quick pit stop to his own ship to grab a duffel bag.

Making his way back to the Starchaser he closed the bay doors and made his way to the cockpit, dropping his duffel off in one of the passenger bunks that she had pointed to earlier, quickly opening it and peeking in to make sure everything was secure.

Satisfied he zipped it back up and made his way to the cockpit, stumbling slightly as he felt the repulsorlift activate and the unmistakable feeling of the ship lifting from the hangar deck.

Quickly making his way into the cockpit he strapped in as requested. "It hasn't been wild so far?" He snarked a little with a grin before nodding to her question. "Gunnery is right up my alley…expecting more trouble?"

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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Jazz shook her head. "A little wild, maybe. And always expect trouble. Keeps you alive longer."

Pulling away from the rock, others from the size of a fist to the size of cities clustered around them. Some stayed fairly still. Others churned and drifted on gravitational eddies and inertia. Ahead of them two rocks the size of starfigheters slammed into each other, shattering into meter sized builders.

Jazz reached up and flicked the shields to life and in front of Noah the forward guns came to life. In auto mode, the cannons let loose a staccato burst of hard light. Several boulders cracked and shattered from the force of the shots and thermal shock, turning into gravel instantly.

A feral grin spread across Jazz's face as she dove through the expanding cloud of debris, a few pieces pinging off of shields with blue-white sparks. A deeper clang resounded off the hull, but nothing that concerned her.

"I'll try to keep us from having to shoot. Drains power from shields and engines. Wanna keep those with as much juice as we can. Missile racks are fine, but lock-on is too slow. You'll have to use them in dumb-fire, but you can aim the pod, and also use inertial targeting so you have a lead indicator," Jazz explained.

Under her touch the skies rotated, whirling ahead of them one hundred eighty degrees. She hauled back on the sticks, climbing to avoid one of the larger rocks and kicked the throttle to full power. Acceleration pressed both of them back into the scat, but then the inertial dampers caught up. For the moment, they were in a relatively empty pocket.

"Where's the damn beacon..."

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Junior chuckled and shook his head at her response before speaking. "A little wild? Damn I'm a little curious to see what a real wild time would be like for you." When she spoke about staying alive for longer he nodded. "Trust me…I've got the scars to prove those are words to live by."

Despite his general dislike and inability to fly Junior often found that the views out of the viewport of a star ship were among the best one could witness and he was proven right as the stars twinkled and shined while in front of said stars asteroids of all shapes and sizes hurtled to and fro while impacting with each other.

He gripped the edge of his seats as he observed two rather large asteroids slammed into each other a few thousand meters from them, a long distance on the ground but almost point blank in space. He opened his mouth to warn her but he was surprised and impressed in equal measures by her speed in activating both the shields and forward guns, turn pieces of asteroids into mere raindrops on the windshield.

He caught Jazz's wild grin in the reflection on the viewport and found her joy infectious, turning what would have been a terrifying event into something…less than that. When she spoke about the weapons and using them he nodded. "Alright." Leaning forward in his seat he flicked the targeting screen onto dumb fire and began using the missiles. Thanks to Jazz's piloting he admittedly did not have to use them much, firing a missile here and there to destroy any rocks were passing or going to pass into their flight path.

For a few moments he felt them fall into a rhythm. Jazz would maneuver the ship out of the way and whatever she couldn't he'd dispatch with a well aimed missile. When she spoke about the beacon he racked his own memory from when he arrived and where it was. "If I'm right…" He checked some of the instrumentation. "Should be coming up on the starboard side in 30.7 clicks…”

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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Jazz grimaced then scanned her scopes once more. Then, the yellow dot appeared faintly right on the edge. Noah called out a guesstimated range. A sigh escaped her then.

Figures.

Taking a visual scan of the asteroid field, it made a loose plane, canted in a slash across the viewport. A slight twist turned it vertical a moment later, rocks plunged past the viewscreen as she curved in a long climb, orienting on the beacon.

A touch of a couple buttons flashed the beacon for an update. "Where we heading," she asked.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted motion, looked up, frowned. New sensor contact. White dot, unknown. "I think we might have company. Hang on."

Gunning the throttle, she shot across the small pocket of empty space arcing around one of the larger asteroids. Then she hauled up, nosing for more open space, coming to the top edge of the field, then nosed down just enough to skim along the edge.

"If that blip gets within seven kliks before we get out of here, give me a shout." Meantime, she turned her attention to the navicomputer. "Come on, come on." The star chart for the system itself showed up, and tweaking a few knobs gave her optical targeting. Set relative position and point of origin...

The computer churned for a moment then spat out course, speed, and coordinates to start from.

Jazz turned back to the controls and tapped a couple buttons. The screens overlayed with a heads up display that gave her the departure point which was almost exactly where they were, and a line projected far off into the distance.

The Starchaser came around, sweeping up again, and under Jazz' deft touch, fit neatly into the exit corridor. Reaching out, Jazz pulled the control cluster for hyperspace into position.

Stars leaped into starlines, merging into the mottled sky of hyperspace.

Then that sky shattered second later, as they reverted back to realspace. Stars wheeled and streaked across their vision as Jazz immediately changed course. "Okay, that's better." The scopes were empty. They were alone.

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

Junior gave himself a small self satisfied smirk when he was proven right, the yellow dot that was the hyperspace beacon appearing just at the edge of the scopes near to where he had indicated. Jazz then began the maneuvering to bring them into an approach vector for the beacon, the asteroid field going from slanted across the viewport to fully vertical.

He left off firing any more missiles, firing four already had depleted half of the missiles and he felt saving the rest of them would be a rather smart idea. It was about then Jazz asked where their destination and he turned to answer. "We're heading to-" His answer was interrupted by the ship's sensors picking up someone or something.

A small nod was her only answer as he braced against the arm rests of the chair, pushed back into the seat as she gunned the throttle, bobbing and weaving between the asteroids to lose their pursuer before they finally emerged above the field skimming over top of it as he watched the scopes.

The pursuer was gaining headway but from his internal calculations put it a being within seven clicks well after they had jumped so for now he kept his mouth closed as to not provide any distractions for Jazz as she flew them closer and closer to an exit vector. He counted off the closeness of the craft in his head. "Nine clicks…eight point five clicks…eight clicks." Just as he counted off eight clicks in his head Jazz pulled the cluster and they came into hyperspace, lines that he knew were stars flying by the viewport.

A few seconds after they were in realspace, much farther away now and if his glance at the scopes, and Jazz's announcement, were correct, alone. He swiveled his chair to look at Jazz with a grin. "My aunt said you were a good pilot but damn that was fething impressive flying. Now where were we…" Junior made a mock thinking expression before snapping his fingers.

"Ah yes…our destination. It's Onderon but more specifically its moon of Dxun. It's in Mandalorian Empire space so I got this." He pulled a data stick from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Plug this into your transponder and it'll flag the ship as a House Corek commerce freighter. I doubt we'll get interdicted but just in case."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

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Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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She accepted the data stick, giving it and him a dubious look. Transponders were supposed to be tamper-proof. Shutting down permanently for some. Others might just turn themselves into a pile of molten slag. Except, most every smuggler, pirate, and space-faring criminal knew otherwise. Jazz alone had four different transponder codes with papers and identities to match. Any good smugger would and should. Some had more if they could afford the expense. She had money, just not that much.

"Normally I at least get dinner before sticking strange things in random holes. This better not brick my transponder." she mused, plugging the stick into her transponder board. The lights flickered for a moment, scrawling some code one of the tiny screens, then gave her the green light. "You got a plan to backstop this if someone decides to stop and check us out?"

"And for the record, that was nothing back there. Just breakfast." Shifting to the navicomp, she selected Onderon. Truth be told they weren't terribly far away. And not far from the Zeltros-Juunkfort Station hyperlane. Also known as the Lesser Lantillian Route. The trip would put them just one sector over from home. Maybe after this job, she mused, a trip home might be in order.

"It'll take a few moments to get the jump coordinates. But it should be fast since we'll hit one of the hyperlanes to get there." Jazz turned her attention back to view outside. How long before the shape of those stars were familiar?

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[Noah Corek Jr.]

Tag: Jahzra Rocvard

He gave a simple shrug to her skeptical look and gestured towards the transponder. He let out a full and barking laugh when she mentioned sticking strange things in random holes. "Well I guess I owe you dinner at least then." He gave her a wink. Sexual humor was nothing new to the man, spending enough time in any military force and you'll hear every genitalia joke known to the sentient galaxy.

Junior waved off her concern about bricking her transponder with a simple shrug. "We double and triple checked it on some dummy transponders to be safe. Everything checked out." When the topic of backstopping the transponder was broached he gave her a nod. "Yeah. I've got papers, logs and contracts backdated for the last several months. Should be enough to get us past any more in depth inspection."

He grinned as she shrugged off his compliment with a smile. "Skilled and humble, a rare combination indeed." Of course the humble part of his statement was slightly sarcastic but he knew that even he himself fell into the pit of self-promotion every now and then "Well if that was just breakfast I can't wait to see lunch and dinner…"

Just as Jazz mused about home in her own head, so did Junior as Alderaan itself was only three sectors from Zeltros. He'd talked to his father recently, since he had been the one to supply the cargo for this run, but it had been quite a while since he had spoken to anyone else in his immediate family and it would be nice to sit down at the table for a home cooked meal for once.

"Fast is a bit relative in space travel. What are you thinking? Five or six hours?" He nodded to her once she answered and stood from his seat, stretching the muscles that had tightened and constricted during their flight. "I'll go check over my gear for now, just to be safe."

 

[Jahzra Rocvard]

Location: Hyperspace​

Tag: Noah Corek Jr.​

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Jazz studied him dubiously out of the corner of her eye but focused mostly on the navicomp and the timer for the jump. When he guessed at the travel time she nodded. "Five hours, twenty-three minutes and change."

As he shuffled into the depths of the ship she sighed and shook her head. Getting into and out of an asteroid field, especially a mostly stable one, was nothing to write home about. Dealing with the pirates had been more of an issue.

Once she had the rough timing settled into her mind, Jazz got to her feet as well. The hole in her pants as well as the tattered remains of her shirt were damp with blood, and crusty from burned edges.

Moving out of the cockpit, she didn't have far to go. Without much thought she reached down and peeled the ruined stop off, passing into the doorway of her quarters blind. She wadded it up, tossing it into the recycler. She unstrapped her boots and kicked them off in a few short, economical motions.

Reaching out, she keyed the door shut, finished getting undressed, tossing the damaged pants into the recycler too and padded into the refresher, kicking on the shower. It wouldn't take long to wash off the rest of the blood and burnt crusties.

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