Faction [THP] Among the Stars, We Rise

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Space
Objective: Smuggle
Tag: Kahlil Noble / Tigris Aphra

What a time to be a smuggler, huh?

It had been years since Silas dipped his hands back into the smuggling game. In his younger days, he'd run all sorts of jobs to strange, out of the way planets scattered across the galaxy. He never did it for the thrill, at least, not by will. But after enough time in the life, you start to understand the rhythm of it. The risks. The shortcuts. The quiet rules no one says out loud. Even if the people you worked with weren't exactly noble, you learned how to get the job done.

Now, flying alongside the Bastion in his old X-wing, Silas kept a safe but close distance. It had been a while since he and Kahlil had flown a mission together, not by choice, just circumstance. Their paths had diverged long ago. So when the call came through, Silas didn't hesitate. He dropped everything and answered it.

"This kind of work's always fun," he said sarcastically with a crooked smirk, fingers dancing over the controls to sync up with the jump path. "Just depends how much fun you want to have."

He cast a quick glance toward the Bastion, letting his hand rest lightly on the throttle.

"Ready when you are, Kahlil."

And with that, he engaged the jump. In a blink, his ship streaked into hyperspace, stars stretching into white lines as he disappeared into the void.

 

[Kaleleon]

Objective: Transport Refugees and Cargo
Location: Co-Pilot of a VT-49 Decimator "Inquisition"
Tags: Valery Noble | Ran Serys
Equipment: Armor | Lightsaber (Hidden) | Pistol |
Companion: BD-7

The sound in her voice alone showed that she suspected quite a bit of me. My eyes for determining what she could wear. A little hint of suspicion and even when I glanced over in that moment, her face showed everything. The thank you was a nice touch, and I nodded lightly. Yet continued on with the job that we had. While it was fun and enjoyable to be in her presence and even working with her on this job, there were other pressing matters.

It was not taking long for us to be hailed. Ran used the force to try and discern anything that was happening. And her tone shifted downward. Clearly, something was going to go amiss. I could feel her emotions dip and a nervousness in her voice as she posed her thoughts about the codes being sent. As well as the rather fast response time. Considering that there were many other people who were likely ahead of us. So either we were on the fast track because of the Imperial codes and vessel, or they were on to us. For that, I pressed the com relay and opened the channel.

"This is Empress Teta Air Space Control. We have a reading of your vessel as a VT-49 Decimator. Codes reading back to an old New Imperial Order tracking. Confirm?"
"Confirmed. This is the Inquisition Vessel with the code designation of Nen-Isk-Osk-One-Eight-Seven-Five-Eight-Two. Requesting Clearance to enter Empress Teta Air Space."

The line went cold for what seemed like an eternity. No feed back, no shuffling of files, or even a cough. Just silence before it seemed like the Traffic controller's voice blasted through the silence.

"Tracking your location. Inquisiton, confirm landing at Pad Herf-Forn-Zero-One-Five."
"Confirmed, En route to Location."
"Inquisition, Confirm that your vessel will be inspected upon landing. Any and all persons must leave the vessel and report to the landing pad personnel."
"Confirmed."
"Received Transmission. Providing Landing coordinates."

The line went dead and I just let my head fall down to the console in front of me. A rather loud bang as my forehead hit the metal. It didn't hurt really but was just dreading what was coming up. My next words were not really directed at anyone in particular. Almost like I was talking to myself about what the next plan of action was.

"Alright, we need to get everyone in the Smuggler compartments. Hide any evidence of anyone other than Imperial defectors who are joining the Empire. We got about ten minutes before they suspect we are stalling."

Without waiting I stood up and walked down the halls. Already starting to throw open hatches and smuggler hide aways. After making my way to the Cargo Holds, I opened the door and started to usher them to the places where these people could hide.

"Keep quiet. If you need to stuff your mouth with a rag. I don't care. The ship is being inspected. They will find you if you aren't silent. This is do or die. If you get discovered, you will be captured and tortured. Keep your mouths shut and get to your locations fast!"

Not my proudest moment as a Jedi. Commanding people to move and be quiet. It felt like herding slaves. Which I was not fond of.

"Apologies for the words, but this is serious. No room for errors."

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Empress Teta
Appearance: Rogue Soldier
Outfit: Armoured
Equipment: Rotary Cannon, heavy pistol, beskad
Tags: Valery Noble | Connel Vanagor | Acier Moonbound | Lyrrin | Vyn Daldoure | Thirty-Three

Empress Teta, it was not a world that Tarw knew much about. He hadn't travelled out this way when he had been part of the GA and his attention was usually on his home world and pushing the frontiers of the Galactic Alliance. Now, now he was going where the Hidden Path needed him. Where the rebel efforts asked him to be. So, here he was on Empress Teta, working with Valery on organising a base to operate from. A starting point that was going to be the push forward.

The soldier was wearing a simple brown leather jacket over his armour, the man had deemed that enough to ensure that he was still protected if surprise combat occurred but hidden enough to not draw attention. His helmet was stored on his shuttle since Tarw figured it would be a bit too obvious there was something suspicious going on if a soldier in full armour going around.

"Base needs more turrets. Some AA weaponry up top too." Tarw called out to Valery from where he was, the soldier stepped out of the shadows placing his large rotary cannon on the table. Looking over to the group, "apologies, Mandalorian in me assessing what we need to keep this base afloat." He chuckled as he walked over to where the others were gathered.

Tarw listened to orders given to others, looking back to Valery, he gave her a lazy smile and nodded his head to her. "Is there anything I can do around here to help establish the base more, boss?" Tarw asked, curious what needed to be done around the base to make sure it was optimal.

The best way to establish a strong rebel front was with a well made and protected home base.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

:: Then see you all on the other side. ::

The jump itself wasn't the hard part. Getting out unnoticed, getting on world, that was going to be the test. He pulled the lever needed, sending the Bastion into hyperspace in a flash of blue before he leaned back just a tad and glanced to Tigris. She was having fun? He smiled a bit, nodding his head. He used to have a lot of fun as a smuggler, good or bad days.

He probably still would. Especially with Valery's little encouragement in the back of his mind.

"I'm glad you are, but there's going to be more to this than just supplies. Can you plant a bug?"

Tigris Aphra | Kara Jade | Silas Westgard

 

[Lyrrin]

Tags: Valery Noble Thirty-Three Acier Moonbound Tarw Rhyfelwr

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Lyrrin busied himself with slowly unpacking the labor droids one at a time. As he opened the first box, he reached in and pulled out a ruddy colored disc with a singular cylindrical shape at one end. As he stood straight he gave it a nudge with his foot.

Suddenly the DUM-series droid popped up and unfolded from its storage state. With several beeps it looked around then at Lyrrin "You're building interior facilities and helping where directed. Find some tools and get to work." he instructed. The stubby droid nodded then wobbled off towards a task.

As Lyrrin continued to unload three more DUM-series droids he addressed the others in the room "Laser points are misinformation, by the way. She likes to mention them because of deeply held Jedi related prejudices." he nodded several times "Totally true." he looked towards Acier with a sly grin "Magicians." he asserted as now knew that was a method to potentially frustrating the Jedi. Lyrrin had a complicated relationship with the Jedi, but he mostly disliked them.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Tags: Valery Noble Lyrrin Tarw Rhyfelwr Acier Moonbound Thirty-Three
Equipment: Equal Handshake, J.A.M.R, D-37 blaster, Icarus Armor

The bucket heads were as described. Bullies good for simply bossing people around and making too much noise, yet he knew how much trouble their masters were capable of. Maybe that's what made this somewhat enjoyable for the Iridonian. Vyn of course, had been right, a small command center no bigger than a four by four of cargo crates, with an auxiliary bunk. The troops split off, the one who'd ran into him went into the listening post. Vyn's eyes darted around checking for any onlookers before he reared back and jumped across the gap to the roof of the Imperial outpost.

His vibroknife came free peeling open a housing unit of wires. It was like a fething rainbow of assorted candy strips in there. He just remembered the basics. Dark blue was for the receiver, he pulled a device from the pouch on the rear of his hip. Looked a little like a power cell, though that was an afterthought for the man. He placed it over the wire as the device crimped down and spliced into the comms directly. A small display came to life as it overtook the units primary transmission too. In laymen's the direct connection intercepted any transmission coming in, the wireless would slow any outgoing transmissions long enough to be given a once over, and then ripped from their original destination and thrown in the trash if it could compromise The Path.

Vyn sat for a second longer, watching the data pad on his wrist work as an oscillator the sound final came through his ear piece of the trooper submitting his incident report. He pressed a key on his comm-link and watched as the transmission was torn apart though the oscillator, never to reach it's destination. Vyn stood and jumped over the laser-gate which surrounded the compound. Now making his way back to the temple on the surface of the planet, deep beneath it's ecumenopolis city.

Nothing had changed. Other troopers still ravaged homes, families sat outside holding their children. This journey they'd began on would be an uphill battle for the most part.

He'd made it back to the temple without much fuss or hassle. Yet once inside Vyn had realized he would have been more comfortable surrounded by Imps. Everyone had something to say, always voicing their opinion as if they had all the knowledge of the galaxy.

Valery Noble had mentioned another set of sensor arrays, to which Vyn huffed passing by Lyrrin without a care for theatrics, taking the room. He stopped in front of a table and pulled a chip from his comm-link. A clone of the original program connected to the "Dream-Catcher" he'd just set up. Slotting the chip into a console. "This gives us access to the listening posts outgoing, and incoming transmissions. More than that we can fabricate our own and push them through the relay. Possibilities abound. For instance, the troops above us get an idea and send for back up? We can rip the original transmission and reply to them, posing as their command structure with a false confirmation or directive." He was showing the process of how to do it, without sending any orders just yet. "Or if we need time we can send their command structure a false directive as if sent from the post itself. A wild womp rat chase."

Vyn stepped away from the console without ceremony, looking to Valery once more, he'd offer his services to this next little jaunt. "I can tag along. Forewarning, I'm no slicer. Most of my gear is produced by a certain techy we both know." While Vyn had ideas, they were nothing without an engineer to manufacture them. He then looked to Lyrrin "If you can slice them, I am willing to give you sniper cover. Ideally you'll stay quiet enough that I wont fire a shot." There was no silencer, and if it came to either him or Lyrrin offing one of the troopers. He'd kill the entire spattering of guards before blowing the joint to smithereens, making it look like a gas line had ignited.

 

[Kayla Ordo-Shan]

Kayla crouched beside a tangle of rusted pipes, the chill of the underground seeping through her worn jacket. She carefully withdrew a small, matte-gray device from her pack; it was sleek, unassuming, and designed to appear as little more than another device for reporting on Imperial infrastructure in the area. To any casual observer, or even an Imperial inspector, it would appear as nothing more than routine equipment: a harmless cog in the Empire's vast machinery of control. But for Kayla, it would give her allies some intel to help with target placements once they tapped into it.

She ran her fingers over the cool surface, feeling the subtle hum of encrypted data ready to pulse back into the resistance's network. Pressing it carefully against a low hanging conduit, she secured it with near-invisible clamps. A faint blue glow shimmered inside the device's core; silent, hidden, but ready to use.

As she worked, her eyes flicked toward a pair of Imperial technicians down the hall, busy inspecting gauges and scanning panels. They were oblivious to the spiderweb of covert sensors weaving through their very midst. Kayla's heart beat steady, but alert. The last thing she would want to do was reveal her true allegiances right now.

She slipped another sensor into a recessed vent, expertly tucking its antennae alongside old wiring so it would look part of the Empire's sprawling grid. The encrypted feed already began flowing through her commlink, mapping patrol patterns, power surges, and infrastructure weaknesses. The data would be invaluable for upcoming strikes, and every silent eye watching was a thread tightening the resistance's grip on this city.

But beneath the focus and precision, Kayla's mind drifted to darker memories; memories that had driven her here, into the shadows of this dangerous mission.

Coruscant.

She remembered the city-planet's gleaming spires, the endless traffic of speeders weaving through the layers of a million lives. The hub of the Galactic Alliance once again marred by war.

The destruction she'd witnessed there was more than physical. It was the shattering of hope.

She recalled the horror of seeing entire districts reduced to rubble, the cries of innocents swallowed by fire and chaos. The Empire's crushing grip tightened with every blast, every purge. The Jedi, the Alliance defenders; they had failed. The promise of peace reduced to ash. It was a vicious cycle it seemed.

Kayla had been a survivor of that devastation, but survival had come at a cost. She'd lost quite a few things in the past few years.

She had found the Hidden Path afterward, and took some solace in the retaliation they sought to put forth. Here was a chance to fight back, and save the people from what she viewed as the Galactic Alliance abandoning people once again. At least now, they could be active instead of passive.

Her parents had spent a considerable amount of time together on Coruscant. As had she. Most of her childhood in fact was spent there. Her training, her time in there order, her brief stent as ‘Hawkbat’; as much as she would voice dismay for Coruscant, it was still home.

A home that the Empire laid waste to.

She took comfort in her work, for while she swore off touching the Force, she had never considered ceasing her desire to fight. Even now, every drone she planted was to lay the groundwork, to start the avalanche that would shake these bastards off them. That the quiet rebellion pulsing beneath the surface might one day topple the steel throne that was trying to choke the galaxy.

Kayla paused, fingers steady as she finished securing the last sensor on this corridor. A soft beep confirmed the device was online.

No one here suspected the small revolution growing right under their noses. Well, if they read the histories instead of rewriting them, they’d know.

She took a deep breath and slipped back into the shadows, already moving on to the next critical node.


Only a few more left.
Tags: Open

 

[Valery Noble]

Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery glanced toward Lyrrin just in time to catch his look, and she gave him a slow, deliberate roll of her eyes before shifting her attention to Vyn. She dipped her head in acknowledgment of his work, then let her gaze slide back to the Farghul.

"You two think you can handle the job?" she asked, "If Vyn's giving you cover, I'm sure it'll be an easy enough task." A faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. There was a time when field work like this would be handled by her and Lyrrin, but she had to focus on the overarching project now.

Turning toward Tarw, she stepped closer and met his eyes. "We'll start with a perimeter sweep," she said, "Check for weak points and mark out where we can place defenses. Once we know the ground, we can set up something solid. It will also secure the approach for the smuggle run. When it comes in, I want the path clear and no surprises waiting for them."

She let her gaze sweep across all three of them, making sure each had their assignments before stepping back toward one of the consoles.

Lyrrin Vyn Daldoure Tarw Rhyfelwr​

 

[Thexann Pehnataur]

PERSONAL MEMO (Encrypted)

Date: Classified
Location: Empress Teta, Industrial Zone G4-Beta
Encryption Status: Level 9 (Obelisk Protocol Override Active)
Subject: Perimeter Coverage & "Eagle Eye" Integration

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The air down here still smells like damp iron and ozone from the welders, but it’s better than yesterday. The lighting in the main hall is steady now. No more flicker.

Was on my way back from Red Lane when I caught the tail end of a conversation in the comms alcove. Valery, a huge Marine looking “complimentary expletive” and a scout — good people, but are they trained for permanent site defense — were talking about how we’d handle a breach. They’ve got the exits mapped. They’ve got sentry posts marked. But they kept circling back to the same problem:

We can’t watch what we can’t see coming.

Right now our early warning is a kid with a macrobinocular and a good set of lungs. That works in backwater canyons. Not here. Not in the Core.

When I got back to my workbench, I pinged Laren, one of the Obelisk techs I brought with me. Guy’s half-splicer, half-mechanic, and all trouble if you let him run wild without guidance. Told him to grab Norys and meet me by the secondary cargo hatch.

We stood there in the dim light with our coffee rations, looking at the shape of the problem.

“Remember Eagle Eye?” I asked.

They both grinned. Eagle Eye isn’t a model number. It’s a project codename. Something we used to install on discreet patrol cutters operating in the Mid Rim. It’s a layered sensor suite — thermal, acoustic, microseismic — stitched into a predictive threat matrix that can give you a moving picture of anything larger than a rat within a five-kilometer radius. On a ship, it gives you a perfect bubble in space. On the ground, it can turn a static defense into a living net.

Problem is, Eagle Eye was designed for clean shipboard power and hull mount points. Not for damp industrial sublevels with power draw restrictions.

Laren said it’d be like “putting a palace chandelier in a sewer.” I told him to make it work anyway.

The plan:

• Strip Eagle Eye from the Stellar’s secondary relay array.
  
  
• Break the suite into modular panels and mount them through the depot’s vertical shafts.
  
  
• Run hardlines through the old ventilation conduits to avoid signal bleed.
  
  
• Sync the array to our current AEGIS-lite relay for seamless overlap.
  

It’ll mean giving up a little shipboard coverage while we’re in dock. Worth it. The moment we’re powered and calibrated, we’ll see patrol movements, surface skimmers, even infiltration teams trying to mask their steps.

More importantly, we’ll see them before they see us.

Laren and Norys are already drafting mount schematics. I told them to keep the activation profile under ten percent draw so it never trips Imperial scans. If we pull it off, Valery and the scouts will have a real perimeter — not a guess.

The people here… they’ve been holding their breath since the occupation. Eagle Eye won’t win the war. But it might give them room to breathe.

And that’s a start.

—Thexann


Eagle Eye Sensor Suite

Valery Noble | @ Vyn Daldoure | @ Tarw Rhyfelwr

This is what he is saying to people, just like a cutaway

 

[Tigris Aphra]

Outfit
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, vibroknife
Tag: Kahlil Noble


Just before jumping to hyperspace, Tigris peered out the transparisteel cockpit to see Silas Westgard 's X-wing slide up next to the Bastion. Beyond were two other frieghters, one she knew piloted by Kara Jade . The second was captained by someone she didn't know, only that their name was Lyra Zan , and that they had experience smuggling, it seemed.

Silas had a retort for Kahlil's comment, but all comms ended when the ships followed the master jedi's signal and activated their hyperdrives.

"I'm glad you are, but there's going to be more to this than just supplies. Can you plant a bug?"

Then the master and padawan's conversation resumed. Tigris' gaze turned from the mesmerizing streaks of light, painted before them like a cosmic tunnel, to answer Khalil. "I was hoping there would be more..." she smirked and quirked a brow, sitting up, her master having piqued her interest.

"I think I have the skillset for that, Master." She teased. Stealth and "precision violence" had been the bread and butter of her former life. Tigris had come to the conclusion that severing herself from her nefarious, even notorious, past, didn't mean letting go of those skills she had mastered. With the help of the Jedi, Tigris learned how to abandon the Dark Side tentacles that clung to her and use her skills and abilities in the Force that remained to pursue the goals of the Order.

"So, what do I have to do?" Tigris knew well enough that what they and the other ships were doing was far more than delivering supplies. They were part of a dangerous endeavor, the peril of it beginning the moment they would jump out of hyperspace over Empress Teta. It would only get more dangerous from there.

 

[Lyra Zan]

Tag: Kahlil Noble Silas Westgard Kara Jade Tigris Aphra

Gear: Red Ronto, ZV2 Compact Heavy Blaster Pistol, PGEM "Gravetail" Vibroblade, pack of smokes

:: I'm transmitting the jump path. Be ready to dive down once you drop, we'll be hitting just outside of atmosphere to avoid sensors. Dive dark, and only kick on your engines once your close to the ground. Should be fun, right? ::

:Copy.: Lyra simply replied, noting Master Noble's instructions. Would it be fun? It certainly would be thrilling. The adrenaline rush of dangerous missions was better than fun... or maybe her definition of it.

Her gaze darted over to see RA-90 confirming the jump path again. Many of the other ships making the run were piloted by Jedi. Lyra had only recently arrived. But so did so many others who had found the Hidden Path. She was not sure what convinced them that she could be trusted with such a dangerous mission, but she took the trust seriously.

A moment later, they all leaped into hyperspace.

The ship had been loaded in the main cargo hold with less suspicious supplies. foodstuffs, medical supplies, and relevant 'household' items. In hidden smuggling compartments were the more dangerous cargo, weapons, power packs and the like. The few rebels on board were in full civilian spacer disguise.

What could go wrong? She didn't ask RA-90. He would certainly have a litany of terrible things that could go wrong, and he would add that they probably would.

She opened the ship comms again. :Prepare for entering system, fasten up, things might get bumpy.:

 

[Kayla Ordo-Shan]

Kayla returned back to the gathering, looking over her datapad for a list of ideas on how to assist, she quickly stowed it as the gathering before her came into view.

Stashing her datapad, she slowly jogged up, her blaster clacking against her thigh as she moved up, her jumpsuit and gloves were dotted with dirt. She wore a streak of grease of her right cheek, and the padding on her pants were nearly worn into oblivion. She noticed Master Noble seemed to have concluded whatever assignments she had given out, but she felt as if she could spare a hand with whatever remained to be done.

“Ma’am?” Kayla started, tugging at the corner of her faded khaki tunic, trying to cover up the grip on her blaster pistol.

“Is there anywhere I can give assistance?”

It didn’t hurt to ask. She had gone long enough passing up the opportunity to help others. It was well past time she made that change.
Tags: Valery Noble Tarw Rhyfelwr Vyn Daldoure Lyrrin

 

[Kara Jade]

Tags: Kahlil Noble | Tigris Aphra | Lyra Zan | Gavin Restur (Nearby)
Aiden Rennek (Direct)
​

Kara chuckled, shrugging in response. “It’s been far too long since I got to do something like this, especially while in the pilot seat.” She had only been a young teenager when she had first joined up with a crew. Much too young to be an actual pilot, but was always eager to watch and learn.

Which was the exact reason she was keeping Cass out of this. She didn’t want to give her son any ideas, especially given she had started this at an even younger age then he was.

“He was disappointed he couldn’t come with us, but I promised to tell him all about the mission once we’re back.” Once they were in hyperspace, Kara relaxed into her chair a bit more. She looked over at Aiden, a soft smile on her face. “Aye, it’s good to be working together again.”

“Much as Hayes does have a cool arm, I much prefer to keep my own. Now a few more bruises and scars? That might be likely.”

Her attention snapped back to the ship’s computer as it began to beep out a warning they were closing in on the hyperspace exit.

[“Remember guys, we’ve got a very short window to land this. Try and kick the engines online one after another, else the sudden activity might still get pinged on their radar.”]

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Empress Teta
Appearance: Rogue Soldier
Outfit: Armoured
Equipment: Rotary Cannon, heavy pistol, beskad
Tags: Valery Noble | Vyn Daldoure | Lyrrin | Kayla Ordo-Shan

Nodding his head to Valery, "perimeter sweep and going over the best locations for turrets and other defensive weaponry sounds good. Maybe a couple shield generators. Though, they can be difficult to snag and drag without getting caught for being too blatant." He crossed his arms and thought for a few moments longer, "but could be something we work on smuggling and building a connection with black market dealers. They tend to operate pretty efficiently in other factions, I would even hazard a guess there are a few black marketers within the Blackwall of the Sith Order." Tarw theorized aloud as he carefully considered their options.

"Let me know when you want to head on patrol, boss." Tarw stated, he ruffled his leather jacket and looked back to his rotary cannon, thinking for a few moments about grabbing it. Before he finally talked himself out of it, it was too big. Too obvious to carry while on patrol. His pistol and beskad would be enough and could handle anything throw his way.

Seeing another join the meeting, Tarw looked over to the newcomer and then looked over to Valery, "a third on patrol wouldn't do us any harm, also gives another perspective on what we could need. I am sure there will be stuff that both of us will either forget or overlook." Tarw mentioned.

 

[Gavin Restur]

TAGS: Kahlil Noble , Lyra Zan , Kara Jade , Tigris Aphra
​

Into hyperspace he goes, alongside the other ships he was with.

After that excitement came and went, he leaned back in his pilot's chair. Kicking his feet up on the dash, and resting his hands behind his head. Unlike the other ships he was doing this smuggling run with, he had... literally no one inside his ship with him. Don't worry, he's checked plenty of times already. Just him, his ship, and the crates of supplies he was carrying. That's all.

As usual.

There was a glance behind himself, past his chair to look towards the boxes he had in his ship's main area. Just cold, full boxes of supplies that are desperately needed. Needed for something big, something that has the possibility to be way bigger than himself. To which that something is full of new people that he's met. Hell, he even got himself roped into a gang of misfits.

So why does he feel so alone? And why has this been a reoccurring feeling recently?

And most importantly, why is it coming in the middle of a smuggling run, of all times?

Sure, maybe he could've brought someone like Jane along, but he wouldn't feel comfortable bringing her along on something that is quite dangerous, and could go badly very quickly. And Acier Moonbound was on Empress Teta at the moment, helping with the stuff planet side. Not many options outside of that.

... man, he really needs to get some friends, huh.

There was a reach over of a hand, tilting his hat down to cover his face, and conceal any embarrassment that could've come from it. But there was no reason to.

It's not like anyone was here to see it, anyway.

Moving on, his attention was instead taken by the beeping coming from his console. That same hand lifted up the hat from covering his face, in order to read that they were approaching the exit of hyperspace. At the same time, a voice spoke up on the comms.

["Remember guys, we've got a very short window to land this. Try and kick the engines online one after another, else the sudden activity might still get pinged on their radar."]

Well, brooding time was over, it seems. Lowering his feet down, he pressed the button on his comms. "You've got it."

He'll have to push all of that other stuff aside, for now. There's more important matters at hand.