"Ma'am, Kuryr and [member="Khaleel Malvern"] have both been sent your transmission."
"Good," said the teenager who sat atop her command chair as if it were a throne. Dark hair tumbled down just below her shoulders and her eyes were a keen, intelligent blue. She wore armor that looked Mandalorian, but bore none of the traditional markings. The helmet sat on her lap. "Helm, have we arrived at the designated location?"
"Yes'm, we're parked just outside the Mara Corridor at the coordinates you requested."
"Good, I bet they'll be kicking Kamino about this for months."
One of the crew snorted. They were pirates. The first indication being that they didn't wear uniforms. The second being the abundance of earrings present. Though no eyepatches or wooden legs, thanks to Neuro-Saav.
"Jan, you're sure the intel is good?" She glanced at her first mate, who stood near her.
"Hmm, well I think my answer'll be the same as the last three times you asked, ma'am," he said under his breath, so only she could hear. Louder, "Yes, Captain Shorn, all targeted vessels should be manned solely by droids. We're in the clear."
Kate snorted. "Thoroughness has its virtues. Now if we could just get these blasted captains on the comm. I wonder what their schedule looks like. Five hours of unproductive womanizing, an hour of productive whoring, thirty seconds of bliss," she mimed a deep voice, "And hmmm, thirty minutes of being a real kriffing pirate."
"Good," said the teenager who sat atop her command chair as if it were a throne. Dark hair tumbled down just below her shoulders and her eyes were a keen, intelligent blue. She wore armor that looked Mandalorian, but bore none of the traditional markings. The helmet sat on her lap. "Helm, have we arrived at the designated location?"
"Yes'm, we're parked just outside the Mara Corridor at the coordinates you requested."
"Good, I bet they'll be kicking Kamino about this for months."
One of the crew snorted. They were pirates. The first indication being that they didn't wear uniforms. The second being the abundance of earrings present. Though no eyepatches or wooden legs, thanks to Neuro-Saav.
"Jan, you're sure the intel is good?" She glanced at her first mate, who stood near her.
"Hmm, well I think my answer'll be the same as the last three times you asked, ma'am," he said under his breath, so only she could hear. Louder, "Yes, Captain Shorn, all targeted vessels should be manned solely by droids. We're in the clear."
Kate snorted. "Thoroughness has its virtues. Now if we could just get these blasted captains on the comm. I wonder what their schedule looks like. Five hours of unproductive womanizing, an hour of productive whoring, thirty seconds of bliss," she mimed a deep voice, "And hmmm, thirty minutes of being a real kriffing pirate."