Vaudin Miir
Planetary President of Iktotch
BASTION SPACE
"I'm telling you it will be here." The Iktotchi said as he sat in high orbit, "Those karking mandalorians are like cave people shouting ooga booga beskar and wacking eachother with sticks maybe eighty percent of the time but when it comes to making a bigger stick or burying sticks for future wacking that twenty percent goes from ooha booga to quantum mechanics real fast like."
The professional looking Faleen woman looked up from the scanner suite and shook her head which sent a long pony tail waving back and forth.
"I hope they never hear you say that." She said turning back toward the scanner, "The may be covered in metal but they can be highly reactive. Besides, this has been an imperial world for a long time. If it was there they found it."
"Nope, keep looking and keep those pheromones down. You won't change my mind." He replied with a smug grin as he put his feet up on the console, "The wife is a Zeltron and if she can't Pheromone the dumb outta me your chances are zero and none."
"Perhaps I should give her a call.l ab..." The Faleen began.
"No, no! Feth no." He bolted up and turned looking around, "I'm supposed to be on Iktotch doing president crap. She'll string me up by my ankles and not for couples fun time."
The Faleen laughed and tapped her screen before sending it to a larger screen. It was an asteroid not far away in what looked like a mining slag belt.
"This meets the parameters you gave me." She said as an R-series droid came in and connected to a scomp link to change the ships ID information in the transponder.
"Good work, 'Feelia." The Iktotchi said as he sat back down and began flying toward the coordinates.
"I told you to please call me, Ophelia, not Feelia." Ophelia said with a deadpan look.
"I know, Feely, I know." He replied, "You have bad taste and I accept that. We'll figure it out."
"I'm not paid enough for this."
"Too right." The captain replied, "You're clearly an overachiever and I appreciate that."
"I want a raise."
"No."
"I'm telling you it will be here." The Iktotchi said as he sat in high orbit, "Those karking mandalorians are like cave people shouting ooga booga beskar and wacking eachother with sticks maybe eighty percent of the time but when it comes to making a bigger stick or burying sticks for future wacking that twenty percent goes from ooha booga to quantum mechanics real fast like."
The professional looking Faleen woman looked up from the scanner suite and shook her head which sent a long pony tail waving back and forth.
"I hope they never hear you say that." She said turning back toward the scanner, "The may be covered in metal but they can be highly reactive. Besides, this has been an imperial world for a long time. If it was there they found it."
"Nope, keep looking and keep those pheromones down. You won't change my mind." He replied with a smug grin as he put his feet up on the console, "The wife is a Zeltron and if she can't Pheromone the dumb outta me your chances are zero and none."
"Perhaps I should give her a call.l ab..." The Faleen began.
"No, no! Feth no." He bolted up and turned looking around, "I'm supposed to be on Iktotch doing president crap. She'll string me up by my ankles and not for couples fun time."
The Faleen laughed and tapped her screen before sending it to a larger screen. It was an asteroid not far away in what looked like a mining slag belt.
"This meets the parameters you gave me." She said as an R-series droid came in and connected to a scomp link to change the ships ID information in the transponder.
"Good work, 'Feelia." The Iktotchi said as he sat back down and began flying toward the coordinates.
"I told you to please call me, Ophelia, not Feelia." Ophelia said with a deadpan look.
"I know, Feely, I know." He replied, "You have bad taste and I accept that. We'll figure it out."
"I'm not paid enough for this."
"Too right." The captain replied, "You're clearly an overachiever and I appreciate that."
"I want a raise."
"No."