Private Space Debris (Morning Star Crew)

[Ras Javal]

Ras inwardly cursed Daesha as he sipped his hot vine-coffee while sitting alone in the ship's cockpit. The half breed twi'lek always loved coffee, but when Daesha had introduced him to the higher quality of vine, it was hard to drink anything but. Problem was, higher quality meant it was worth much more then regular coffee, hence the inward curse. He had lived life just fine on the regular shelf brands but the moment his love had showed him the the way of the vine, he was hooked. Was rumored he loved the vine coffee more than Daesha, but such were just gossip among friends and crew. Has yet been put to the test. Ras took another sip, enjoying the lavish caffeine rich beverage as his eyes were glued to the ship's passive sensor screen.

The heavily modified VCX-100 light freighter known as the Morning Star, was playing dead in the expanse of mandalorian navy wreckage that still littered the space orbiting around the cursed planet. On any scanners the Morning Star would look like the rest of the space debris, an effective camouflage against the Sith patrols. Ras looked up from the scanners and took in the view of Mandalore off in the distance. The very debris they were hiding in was a prelude to the genocide that had taken place, a sentiment that was not lost on the ex Jedi. Wasn't the first time The Sith Empire had committed such atrocities, nor was it the last. But it was the fact that it was the mandalorians that were genocided, an example set that was felt across the galaxy. If the Galaxies greatest warriors could not save themselves from the wrath of the Empire, who else could?

Ras felt like a vulture circling his next meal of carrion. Their mission was to hit a imperial outpost and steal weapons, armor and what ever other equipment they could get their hands on. A smash and grab with mandalorian tech fetching a high price on the market. It was dirty work, but a ship didn't run on hopes and good will and a crew sure as hell didn't work for free. Even though they were notoriously known as Freedom Fighters, they had to be self sustaining. So that made stealing and selling on the black market not above their means of financial gain. So here they were.....

The passive sensors blipped, picking up on a sith fighter patrol. Wasn't the first time Ras has caught this patrol on his scanners. He had a few times now and was taking note of their intervals. Within this sector there was two patrols and Ras had to find the perfect time in-between the patrols to exploit a gap long enough to make planet fall. They had been drifting the debris for a few hours now and he could sense the frustration of his crew. They had been geared up and waiting for their captain to make his move. Patience was a hard virtue to press upon soldiers of fortune, but one mistake here could end this mission in a disastrous way.

Daesha Tann Scald Joren Loft

 

[Daesha Tann]

Daesha would be selfish if she only kept the vine to herself. And when it came to Ras Javal , she wasn't very selfish. Ever since their first encounter, she had been drawn to him. Maybe it was the promise of adventure that came along with him, she couldn't say. He was a halfbreed, yet he knew her language well. He could also understand her accent, whereas some found it too thick. They'd only smile and nod their heads, yet their eyes betrayed them. That always made her laugh inside.

Sipping her own vine-coffee, Daesha quietly approached Ras' chair from behind. It was always difficult to sneak up on the former Jedi, yet one day she was sure to be successful if she really tried. Just not yet, especially when they were both drinking the expensive hot liquid.

Daesha leaned down and kissed his cheek before sitting in her own chair and gazing at the screens. "Almost time?" Of course she knew that it was. This wasn't the first time that they had done a smash-and-grab. "I almost feel sorry for them." The politics of alliances wasn't her strongsuit. Someone either was an enemy or they weren't. There was no inbetween.

Scald Joren Loft

 

[Joren Loft]

Joren took a deep breath as he relaxed on the bulkhead of the ship. The events of the previous days he was still trying to collect in his mind. It's almost as if he blacked out and here he was on a new adventure. He had found himself with a crew, an outcry from what he originally ran with. He always would run alone, or with a small group of maybe 2-4. Did this count as a small group? In the end, who knows.​

The mission was a smash-and-grab. Simple enough. It's been a while since Joren had done any activities like this but it wasn't foreign. At least it fed him and the rest of their mary band of crewmates. Good for him, he hasn't eaten in days.​

Ras Javal and Daesha Tann were in the front, staring at the screens in the cockpit and conversation with themselves. The other one, he was too tired to make out where she was. He slowly drifted back into his nap, getting his mind ready for what's about to go down.

Scald ​

 

[Scald]

Scald stared at the helmet in her hands through the mirror of her private room. Her home... Her people... Gone. She took a deep breath and placed the Mandalorian helmet on her head before walking out. The others in the crew had been careful to avoid her after it happened. Now- She needed to put personal feelings behind her to complete this job.​

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There had been many jobs before this aiming at the Sith Empire but now this was personal. She would make them PAY for what they did to Mandalore. Oh yes- they would pay. For the genocide of so many... her brothers and sisters... With effort, Scald banished such sentiment. That had no use on a smash and grab mission like this, ​

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Scald made her way to the common area and sat down. Ras Javal and Daesha Tann were in the cockpit and Joren Loft was drifting to sleep of the bulkhead of the ship.​

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Scald was a specialist in bioweapons- not of much help in this type of run, but still ends temporary boredom. Taking out a datapad, she started looking back at her work. But her mind kept drifting to Mandalore. No- she shook her head again- it was almost time and she NEEDED to keep her head in the game. Kriff.​

 

[Ras Javal]

All it leaves is a little wet mark; a shallow pool of saliva on the cheek. But when she planted the kiss there he could feel warmth spread through his limbs and his mind feels a pleasant buzz. Every good thing seems possible, likely even. Wasn't the first time she had kissed him nor the hundredth, but with every kiss she snuck in he knew he found what hes been looking for, someone to show him what it means to be happy from the inside out, so his own smile could be real and not a mask.

"Birnan sei anan!" Ras used his mother's native tongue to say 'thanks my love' to Daesha. His voice was soft and his Ryl was fluent though missing the proper accent of the Rylothians. He didn't need to fake the accent, he was a proud corellian. Born to fly with rocket fuel pumping through his veins. "Yes, almost ready to go!" He pointed to the screen showing that this patrol was almost passing by. He looked back at Joren who also was silent in his entry to the cockpit. Bunch of sneak thief he had for company, he thought to himself.

Ras turned on the intercoms so their mandalorian friend below deck could hear "Five minutes before go time" He quietly relayed as if he was trying to avoid the lurking patrol from hearing his voice, even if it was impossible. "When we make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya. Because we're freedom fighters doesn't mean we have to be thinking nice thoughts. So you remember, you keep the fire down, right, you get stuck in and you kick their feking teeth out, or I guarantee you, the sith imps and Native Loyalists be eating your asses for breakfast!"

Daesha Tann Joren Loft Scald

 

[Daesha Tann]

Daesha checked the charge on her blasters, casually, as Ras Javal made his announcement. She hummed a little tune while she did so, sliding the blasters into their holsters that hung on her belt. One would almost expect that she was prepping for something as simple as a picnic. Yet it was far more violent than that.
"Crate's open and ready for the merch. Just drop and go. Same as usual." This wasn't their first show. Yet the first with the two newest crew members, Scald and Joren Loft . Once the two were with them, she brought out a holo-projector and turned it on, revealing schematics of the outpost that they were to hit. "The armoury is hidden below in the bunkers. There are two entrances to the bunkers. One in the middle of the outpost and one towards the back, here." She pointed out their routes. "There's bound to be more security than just personnel. And don't worry about setting off charges. The outpost is heavily fortified and can take the damage. Just be sure to be clear of the blast zone." She flicked off the projection. "Keep in radio contact at all times. We don't need to go off shooting eachother. Sound good?"

 

[Joren Loft]

The voice on the intercom slowly went from an intangible slur of words to a clear and concise sentence of Galactic Basic. Joren didn't hear much of the announcement, but using some critical thinking he ruled out that it was time to get started. Another blissful nap, taken away by the call of adventure. Great.

Joren used the wall to push himself upwards. He then stood and took a second to stretch and adjust his gear. Doubts would settle in about checking over his gear but if needed he could always repair it. As it seemed like the crew was going together to convene a plan, Joren followed suit and listened to the briefing.

As Daesha Tann began to speak about the upcoming attack, Joren stared closely at the schematic of the base while carefully checking over his weapons. He wanted to make sure he was sure as possible about where he was going, how he was supposed to operate, and how fast he could do all of this. It was a simple yet convenient plan. Armory, in-out, don't worry about the explosions, couldn't have gotten any more simple.

"Keep in radio contact at all times. We don't need to go off shooting eachother. Sound good?"

Joren cleared his throat before speaking in a calm and cool tone.

"Absolutely."

Ras Javal | Scald ​

 

[Scald]

Scald let out a laugh as Ras’ voice came through the speakers. A brilliant speech if there ever was one. And it was true- very true.
She stood up from her seat and pocketed her data pad, Making her way to the cockpit. Absentmindedly, took out Fana, her... ‘pet’.
Well, more like her creation. She built her in a lab. Fana was a small feline, only the size of the palm of her hand. Originally made for assassination, she now was on Scalds personnel all the time. Handy in some situations.
Reaching the cockpit- she noted that Ras Javal , Daesha Tann and Joren Loft were already there, studying the layout. While Daesha Tann explained the information they needed, both Scald and Joren Loft had their eyes fixed on the layout, committing it to memory.

Yes- this will be fun.

[QUOTE/]"Keep in radio contact at all times. We don't need to go off shooting eachother. Sound good?"
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Scald kept her eyes on the plan as Joren Loft spoke. Then she looked back up,”Yes.”

She didn’t say anything else, as there wasn’t much to be said. The plan was simple and it would be good to put the Karking Sith back in their place.

 

[Ras Javal]

"Good" Everyone seemed to be on the same page with the plan outlined by Daesha, now it was just waiting the grueling few minutes for the gap between patrols to open up. If he had the manpower to spare, he would have someone take up post in the nose gun, dorsal turret and aft guns. Instead, they needed to be ready to rapidly deploy and breach the outpost as fast as they could. So that left the gunnery position up to non sentient member of the Morning Star Crew, 'JO', a complete original and custom made astromeck droid created by the genius of Daesha. JO would slave control all gunnery positions from the droid socket within the cockpit.

"JO, the ship is yours!" Ras reluctantly rose from the pilot seat, relinquishing complete ship control to the custom droid. Sides from usual astromeck capabilities the droid was also fitted with flight programing and was capable of piloting ships beyond organic sentience's capabilities with pinpoint maneuvering and accuracy. The Corellian will never admit that the droid was the better pilot or ever feel comfortable with it's flying.

"Acknowledged!" JO replied in his masculine mechanical voice " Success is now at a far greater probability with my superior refl...."

"Finish that sentence and you will find yourself being floated into the endless abyss of space!" Ras growled at the self presumptuous droid as he walked past it and towards the cockpit's door hatch. "Rest of us, lets go strap in down below", with that Ras would lead them down to the main loading bay where they will strap into the pull down chairs complete with crash harnesses. Once he strapped himself in he would look across the bay directly into Daeshya's eyes. He wanted to say the words 'Stay safe' but that phrase was bad luck and in true corellian superstition he refrained from letting the word's escape his mouth out of fear of putting bad juju upon her and the rest of the crew.

Daesha Tann Scald Joren Loft

 

[Daesha Tann]

Daesha couldn't help but snicker as Ras Javal made his comments to JO. The custom astromeck droid was given that personality on purpose; to mess with Ras and lighten things up. The former Jedi had a habit of keeping everything to himself and JO helped in bringing out some of his emotions. Daesha had a hand in such things too, but mostly when they were in private.

"See you soon, JO. You know the drill."

"Affirmative Daesha. The Morning Star is in the best hands possible and so is it's crew."

Following Ras, Joren Loft and Scald , she made her way to her own chair, strapping herself in and settling her two lekku comfortably on her left shoulder. Her eyes met those of Ras and she could almost hear the words that his gaze seemed to speak. But it was of course, bad luck. So she gave him a knowing wink.

"This'll be fun. I love surprises." More to the point, Daesha loved surprising other people. And that's what would make this mission a success.

 

[Joren Loft]

As the team went out of the planning phase to start the mission, Joren kept his quiet. Peace of mind was truly what he needed right now. Ras Javal and the droid they call "JO" were quickly conversation, the droid making a snarky remark about how it could out thinking any o the crew. Joren looked at the droid with curiosity, as he has never seen a droid with this type of personality. He wondered if he would end up becoming the pain in everybody's behind.

They moved from the cockpit over towards the loading bay, to see the row of chairs and safety harnesses. If this was the way they were landing then it would be not so pleasant on the way down. He sat himself down and strapped in, adjusting his gear to fit comfortably on him. He clutched his weapon close to him and rested his head on the side of the chair. As he started to doze off into the abyss of sleep, he wondered if he would be awoken by all of the noise.

Daesha Tann | Scald ​

 

[Scald]

Scald didn't comment at the amusing banter between the droid and Ras Javal and just headed towards the loading bay- preparing to strap in.


She sat down and Fana gave a low hiss, apparently Fana didn't want to go away just yet. While strapping in, Scald arranged the straps so that it didn't scratch the beskar.

Never mess with the beskar. Fana apparently decided that it was her nap time and curled on her lap.

"Not helpful for the mission Fana," Scald murmured to the feline who just lazily opened one eye.

With a sigh, Scald just let her be. Settling down into the seat, Scald mentally prepared to make the Kriffin Sith empire pay kriff for what they had done. She could feel the many weapons against her body armour and was immensely looking forward to using it all.
Glancing around, it appeared that Joren Loft had begun to doze off again; Daesha Tann and Ras Javal were doing some weird glance thing. Staring into each other's eyes.
Nothin of any interest to her, so she returned her gaze to Fana, mind drifting away.

 

[Ras Javal]

The Morning Star erupted from hiding with JO at the helm, his advanced reflexes keeping the VCX-100 from colliding with space debris. Even with inertial compensator, the G-forces could still be felt with each break neck twist, turn and juke the droid performed. Ras gritted his teeth, not comfortable with JO's piloting of his beloved ship. Had nothing to do with the fact JO as a droid, Ras never liked anyone flying the Morning Star. When it came to the ship, the corellian had some severe control issues to say the least.

"Relax Captain Javal, your blood pressure is rising" JO's metalic voice over the intercom was like nails to a chalk board for Ras.

"Don't you have a ship to fly?" He snipped back

"If my flying is causing your hypertension, i will have you know that the odds of me crashing your ship is 3231 to 1. 99.97% success guaranteed by my superior programing!" JO boastfully enlightened Ras. "The chances of you ........."

"One word closer to being a Hutt's personal hygiene aid!"

"My creator will never allow that!" The droid rebuked with confidence in that Daesha would not betray him.

Ras looked sharply across the loading bay at the battle ready blue twi'lek. He raised his hand, with thumb and index finger barely apart "This close, he is this close......"

Daesha Tann Scald Joren Loft

 

[Daesha Tann]

Daesha could see and feel the anxiety that Ras Javal was experiencing. It wasn't so much about their mission. They had performed such jobs often enough that neither of them got the jitters anymore. No, it was more than that.

She chucked as he seemed to take it out on JO. "Easy Ras. You know he'll take care of her. He was created by the best, you know." Daesha offered him a wink. JO was really created to give her a hand. Ras didn't know much about engineering and the mechanics of the ship. And if ever she wasn't around or under medical distress, JO was to take her place until she was back where she should be.

The little creature on Scald 's lap drew a curious eye from Daesha. It was cute and unlike anything that she had ever seen. It made her wonder what it ate. JO was the closest thing to a pet that she had.

Joren Loft was the sleepiest of the lot. Daesha didn't know whether she should find that annoying or be jealous. But maybe he never slept long at any point and little naps were his routine.

A few shakes and jolts brought her attention to Ras. Almost there. Her kind expression turned serious as she put her mind to the mission at hand. It was kill or be killed and she was intent on the former.

 

[Joren Loft]

The ride was surprisingly shaky considering the droid was on the stick. Weren't droids supposed to be superior pilots? Who knows. All Joren knows is that ride is not a very comfortable one. The shakes and bumps kept him up, not really allowing him to go to sleep. Without sleep, one cannot operate clearly. And in Joren's case, he couldn't operate at all.

He opened his eyes but kept his head rested. If he couldn't sleep the best he could do was stay relaxed and cozy. Ras Javal and the droid were bickering back and forth. It was humorous, the droid's personality is truly a masterpiece. It seems like, Daesha Tann makes a pretty well functioning droid. The whole encounter even put a smile on Joren's face, although it couldn't be seen.

Scald seemed to be minding her own business, but that pet of hers was truly an oddity. Joren had seen nothing like it, and it looked as small as a gutter rat. It's astonishing. Joren made a mental note to ask her where she got it.

But soon enough his brain started to wander again, and his eyelids slowly roll down upon his eyes as the land of imagination began to appear once more.

 

[Scald]

Fana was NOT getting the rest she wanted. That usually made her mad- and Scald had made her to be ferocious while mad. Was that the case? Sometimes.

Right now, to Scalds great amusement, Fana was glaring at the ceiling, murmuring something in her cat language. Petting her head gently, Fana couldn’t help the purring sound that escaped her lips.

However much like an assassin I made her- she is still the cutest kitty I have.

Fana seemed to sense Scalds thoughts and narrowed her eyes at her. Scald shrugged and brung up her data pad; It seemed Fana had taken to staring at the bickering between Ras Javal and the droid.

Oh kitty-