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Stealth & Smugglers

Location: Deep Space | Between Commenor, Mokk IX & Kattada
Allies: [member="Alex Richwood"]
Kei looked to his left.

Kei looked to his right.

The Stealth-Tracking ship had been provided to him by the smuggler who was joining him. Together, they would locate the Imperial Star Destroyer that Kei called his own. The Flying Dutchman was the final loose string he needed to tie up, the only thing he was missing. The last he had heard from his ship, it was floating in the outer rim, waiting for orders from her captain.

Her captain had then died.

They were tearing through space, tracking the last known signal that the Dutchman had put out. Kei had missed the ship dearly, he was interested to see what had happened to the crew that he called family. He hoped that they had survived but he knew it to be unlikely. He flicked his eyes to the armour stood in the corner of the room, hoping he wouldn't need it.

He looked down at the controls and monitors and displays. Ten minutes, that's all he needed to wait to see his ship. He kicked back, running his hands through his hair. It was a habit he hadn't even intended to pick up, but it was a habit that he was just accepting. He kept his eyes on the outside, kept his eyes on the space shooting past them at lightspeed.

It had been a while since they had departed Corellia, he couldn't remember how long exactly. He remembered roughly that he had enough time to sleep through the flight, but he couldn't remember how long ago that was. He needed to install a clock on the ship, if the smuggler allowed him to keep it. He hoped the smuggler would allow him to keep it, it was extremely useful.

He grinned.

Three...

Two...

One...

The pop.

He gripped the controls quickly. The pop back into realspace was comforting. The degree shooting past them instantly was not comforting at all. The Flying Dutchman floated in front of them, powerless. It had holes torn through the hull, damage scarred upon it. Kei gasped, pressing the alarm button within the cockpit next to him. He blinked again, hoping it was just a dream and nothing else.

What had happened to his ship?
 

Darth Equilibrium

Equal Rights Equal Fights
Tags: [member=Kei Raxis]
Location: The Flying Dutchman
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It wasn't often Alex was found flooring the speed of a Stealth ship, through an asteroid field in Deep Space. Infact, if it hadn't been for the code which he lived by, he might have no even considered it. A death mission to track a Star Destroyer? Who would do that for somebody they didn't even know? A Black Bha'lir, that's who. He yanked the ship to the right, spinning it out of the path of an asteroid, then turned it on it's side, flying in between two ridiculously oversized asteroids, for this part of Deep Space. He remembered vaguely how long the flight had been, a few hours by now, he thought. They'd started early, so they had that going. A good nights sleep always helped with this kind of thing, lucky he knew how to get a good bed on Corellia.

He looked over to his ship-lost friend. Then snapped his attention back, and yanked the ship down, then right back up, then spun it about five times, just narrowly avoiding about ten asteroids. He then flicked a few switches, and pulled a lever back, and then, the ship jumped into hyperspace. It had needed time to cool down after being forced out of hyperspace to dodge the asteroid field. He glanced over at the readings he was getting from the radar, as he eased up on the controls, and laid back in the pilots chair. The blip of the supposed 'Flying Dutchman' was growing closer. Then his hand folded around the hyperspace lever again, as he started easing it back, he stopped it at halfway, and started counting down from three till they re-emerged in real space.

"Three."

"Two."

A sensor warning appeared on the radar screen.

"One!"

It was abrupt, and he yanked the lever back, popping out of hyperspace, and yanked the controls up, barrel rolling the ship upwards, then corrected the ship, to face where the Dutchman would've been. The warning had been for an asteroid right in their path. Well, what he supposed was an asteroid, in reality, it had been durasteel debris from the ship before them. He slowed the ship, and became faintly aware of the alarm sounding, which he shut off with a scornful look to his partner, who he discovered, was staring, open-mouthed at the wreck before him. He flicked the ships spot lights on, and pushed the controls forward, flying closer to the Command Ship, going down. He flicked a few switches, unpriming the hyper drive to let it cool down. He then pressed a few buttons, the landing gear coming out from under the ship.

He guided the ship into one of the Dutchman's hangars, touching down softly. He grabbed a breath mask, putting it on, and grabbed his rifle, slinging it over his back with a leather strap, then pressed a button, lowering the ship's ramp with a hiss. He got up, patting his partners shoulder, trying to rouse him to awareness. He then tossed him a spare Bha'lir jacket, and a breath mask, the armour he had brought likely wouldn't be good for a destroyed ship. He then walked out of the cockpit, the door hissing shut behind him, keeping it pressurised, then out to the ramp, and down. His boots tapping on the metal of the Dutchman's hangar.
 
Location: Deep Space | Between Commenor, Mokk IX & Kattada
Allies: [member="Alex Richwood"]
Kei shook his head.

He got to his feet, fingers closing around the jacket in his hand. He had felt the ship touch down in the hanger right as he started to fully comprehend what had happened to his destroyer, the ship that he had spent so long on. His biggest hope was that it was repairable, but they would need to get it back into a planetary orbit first. To do that, he knew that he would need to get to the bridge and attempt to get power back through the warship.

His fingers closed around the breathing mask. He clipped the canister to his belt, sliding on the jacket he had been given. The armour he had brought would have been good if they came across enemies raiding his ship. In the current situation, he had to agree that it wouldn't be useful. He run his hand through his hair one last time, closing his fingers around the DL-44 Blaster Pistol, inserting it into the holster on his thigh in one quick movement.

He followed the smuggler from the small steath craft.

It took a few seconds for Kei to do anything. He looked around, the wrecked fighters littering the hanger. Two bodies lay in the corner, two fighter engineers. Both of them looked badly burned, caught in a fire of some sort. Kei almost wished he recognised them so he could apologise to any family that they may have had. The fires had burned out a long time ago, leaving Kei to wonder how long the hull of the ship had been left drifting through space.

"Any survivors will have headed for the internal war bridge"

He was blunt, monotone. He wanted there to be survivors, he almost prayed for there to be survivors. He wanted someone to tell him what had happened to his ship, why his ship had massive gashes and holes and burn marks. He licked his lips, beginning his slow walk through the hanger. There was a lack of power on the ship, Kei was fully aware that the doors would be difficult to open as a consequence. He was also sure they'd figure it out.

"Too get into the internal war bridge, we need power. Means we need to get to the actual bridge"
 

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