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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[Aiden Porte]

Reina Daival Michael Angellus Barinthus E'ron Kyrie Blaze Lyssandra Vaelith
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Aiden stood with one hand braced against the shuttle's bulkhead, the low hum of the repulsors steady beneath his palm. His gaze followed Reina as she finished speaking, what seemed like the faint tremor of uncertainty behind her composure. It wasn't a failing, far from it. He remembered being in that same place once, where every order felt like it might tip the mission toward disaster or triumph. But she had done well: clear directives, sound priorities, an awareness of what was at stake.

He offered a small nod of acknowledgment when her eyes met his a silent vote of confidence, nothing more dramatic than that. The kind that said I see you, and you're doing fine.

When she turned back to the others, Aiden's focus shifted to the younger faces in the cabin padawans adjusting their packs, checking gear, fidgeting with their communicators.

He drew in a slow breath and spoke, his tone even but carrying quiet weight.

"If you sense something unusual, reach out. Don't hesitate to communicate with one another"

What if we're made? If things go south? "Out" plan?

"We regroup at the outer edge of the market, closest to our ship. From there we will make a decision."

With that, Aiden adjusted the strap on his shoulder where a simple satchel hung no lightsaber visible, only the faint weight of it hidden beneath his merchants outfit. He'd dimmed his own presence as well, letting his signature blend into the soft tide of the shuttle's energy. To any observer, he would seem only another quiet man with a patient expression and a blaster at his hip.


Aiden walked over to Reina and gave her a small nod. "You've set the right course." he murmured, low enough for her alone. "Trust your instincts. They've brought you this far they won't fail you now."

And with that, he turned toward the hatch but he stood back as he waited for Reina's lead. The Jedi Knights senses open and steady not as commander, but as watchful guardian, ensuring that those under his care would walk away from this mission wiser, stronger… and alive.

 

[Reina Daival]

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

"Knight Porte is right. If we get caught, don't run straight to the ship. That'll just cause them to crack down hard on it. If it helps, we can have a droid or somethin' keep the engines running for us."

She didn't have the largest amount of faith in droids, but Reina knew some people found them comforting. Of course, she also left out the part where she wasn't putting much faith into a plan in case things went wrong. More often than not, you'd make a plan and that plan would go belly up. It was best to be able to improvise on the fly. She shrugged her shoulders at that thought, glancing over towards Barinthus at his question.

"You and Michael could head off together. I don't know much about your experience, but I know Michael's perfectly capable to pair you up with. Keep your ears open for any whispers of someone doing "magic" tricks. Don't directly ask about it. That'll put a target on your back. The only people we can trust fully on this planet are the people in this shuttle."

With that, Reina prepared to leave, a small smile spreading across her face at Aiden's words however. She had this. They'd just have to go out and make sure no-one got hurt. Well, actually getting hurt was an acceptable risk. Just had to make sure that no-one was left behind. She flicked open the shuttle down, letting light spill in to reveal the somewhat bustling planet. At least, as bustling as a planet could be under Galactic Empire control.

This was where things were going to get more difficult, but as long as they kept their head to the ground, it should go well. It was also where they'd be going there separate ways for now. Travelling as a group would only bring attention to them, which is why Reina had suggested the idea of pairs in the first place. The redhead turned her head towards the rest of the group, before giving them a small thumbs up and making her way off into the crowd.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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

 

[Barinthus E'ron]

Reina Daival Aiden Porte Michael Angellus

HE looked at the man she indicated with a nod of his head and spoke holding a hand up before closing a fist. "Ah mom and dad were among the founders of the silver silver jedi, part sithspawn that can track force users, trained by third founder, decent fighter." Her ticked it away bringing one finger up for each as his thumb stayed there for a moment. "Su-up" He raised his thumb for a high five from Michael with a look but he was all for this now and Aiden had given them the plan or at least options. "We'll find whoever is out there and if something happens won't lead them back here." He offered a tight lipped smirk though with some interest but was going more casual to fit in as his senses pushed outwards. Searching and feeling it in the force when he turned back around with his arms crossed and ready.

 

[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.

No weapons? Seriously?

We’re walking into a possible Rancor’s den and no weapons?

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: Are you “Mr. Military Man”? Tough and Disciplined?.]

Stang it! I hate it when he calls me out, and is right when he does it.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: Man, you must hate me all the time!]

Oh… whatever…

“Chrrp.” [Translation: You sound like such a girl when you do that! What? You’re “So mad you can’t even look at me” now?]

Okay, that was funny. I’ll admit.

No Blasters?

I didn’t really wait for an answer, and pulled off my gunbelt as well as my lightsaber. It was hidden well enough under my jacket, but I’m mainly here to fly the ship.

Hold on to this for me, “huttball”.

BRED knew what I was doing and opened the little storage compartment on top, just big enough to fit my weapon. I tossed it in, feeling a mix of relief and unease. It wasn’t every day I handed over something so personal, but BRED’s reliability was unquestionable. With that done, I turned my focus back to the ship, ready to get this over with..

“Wrrp-beet.” [Translation: You fail to check in, I’m pawning this thing!]

Closest he will ever come to “don’t die” or “be careful”. I guess I’ll take it.

”Sup”. My dad served in the Navy for the Silvers. My uncle was a Jedi Master and served on the Council. Let’s do this.

– 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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