Mission Tricks of the Trade

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Aiden Porte Michael Angellus Barinthus E'ron Kyrie Blaze Lyssandra Vaelith
Location: Brentaal IV
Outfit

Reina sighed to herself, as she finished off the last part of tying her hair, before brushing down her disguise. It had been a while since she had to dress up as a fishmonger. Simpler times compared to where she was now. Back when she had to worry more about how much to sell her wares for, and less about having to disguise herself for what could potentially be a trap. She turned her attention over towards the small gang in the shuttle, wanting to make sure everything was set before they even stepped foot outside.

"So. As you guys should know, if you've read over the datapad with the mission details, there might be a Force-sensitive loose here. It's up to us to find them, if they are. If we've heard rumours about them, you best count that the Empire also has heard them and is on the lookout. So you know what that means."

At that, the Ersansyr tapped her hip, where a blaster sat, as opposed to a lightsaber. Sure, if she had a sword or a Lightsaber on her hip, she'd definitely stand out. But here she was with just her blaster and harpoon strapped to her back, with a small bundle of rope bundled over her shoulder.

"No Lightsabers. Don't want to draw attention to ourselves. This is meant to be quick, keep our eyes and ears to the ground. Should stick to groups. Pairs at the minimum."

Her eyes darted over towards Aiden Porte for a moment. As much as Reina was trying to take charge and lead this mission, there was a part of her that was hesitant if she was making the right choices. She hadn't exactly seen herself as leadership material. But if she wanted to go down the path of becoming a Knight eventually, she had to prove that she could do this. There was a part of her that also wanted to pair up with Aiden, simply because he was the only one here that Reina knew well. But they needed to spread their strengths out. Keep inexperienced with experienced.

"Those who are inexperienced should stick with Knight Porte. He'll be able to look out for you. Don't forget your communicators"

Reina tapped her wrist a few time at that, before pointing out to the handful she had laying on the table in the middle of the shuttle.

"I'll be heading towards the markets. See if I can't find any information there."

As Reina waited for the rest to discuss where they were going, the Ersansyr stood off to the side and focused. Slowly but surely, using past experiences and past lessons to help her mask her presence in the Force. Reina wasn't proficient in the Art of the Small. Not yet at least, but she was able to cloak her presence enough to mask her force-sensitivity, unless given a proper observation.

"Are there any questions before we start?"

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Barinthus E'ron]

THe mission asking for padawans had been... different and he wasn't one to turn down a chance to head out. The battles were a place for others... him too but he preferred the chance to get a lot stronger to live up to his mother and father... even his sister was someone who did things. So he had signed up to go.. mostly out of boredom but there was a chance he could help people and looking at the one talking.. two things happened. The first was instincts like when he was around his sister. She was just as tainted as the pair of them and the other was second. He didn't like the idea someone could be in danger even if it was just meant to be a trap... The lack of a saber kind of sucked but he checked his hands. He could go fists. "No question just show me where we need to go." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood there a paler imitationof his father but never the less he could offer the muscle in a potential fight.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2101
Location: – Enroute to Brentaal IV
Assigned Craft: Normally, My X-wing I’m flying a transport this time
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: I can’t hear anything over the spherical Diva.

Didn’t think I would be working for T.H.R. again.

Not that it matters. Reina is… unique… but she’s cool. She asked for help, I offered. Besides. I can spend the awkward time in the cockpit.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Weirdo, always liking sitting behind a stick, talking to balls and watching screens..]

Dude! That is disgusting! Why do you have to be so bad?

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: What are you talking about? You’re a pilot, but instead of sitting around lounging, you’d rather fly and talk to droids…]

Oh… I thought…

“Chrrp.” [Translation: Yeah, you thought wrong, you sick minded Bantha Brain!]

Whatever. Anyway we’re going to find a Force Sensitive? Ok, well, at least I can fly. If we’re hiding, I don’t know if this is going to be good if we get caught. ’m not sure how this mission will turn out, but at least I’ll be doing what I do best—flying. If we’re caught, though, I hope Reina has a solid plan. For now, I’ll focus on navigating us safely and keeping an eye out for trouble.

I also have training through the Academy, so I’m good there.

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

What if we’re made? If things go south? “Out” plan?

“Wrrpeeee.” [Translation: Trying to back out already?]

Shut up!

– Michael A.
I think my droid played me like a drum.

TAG: Aiden Porte | Reina Daival | @Barinthus E’ron | Kyrie Blaze | Lyssandra Vaelith

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