Good Ol' Scoundrel
Deep space...
Einarr stood and observed the endless blackness of space through the viewport with his arms crossed. The crew of the small-szed freighter specializing in boarding operations were - Warscream's Nine, the notorious HK-51 Assassin Droid "Murdercorpse" and an astromech droid to pilot the ship.
They had been able to gather intelligence regarding the schedule of the phrik exporting ships from Seltos - a neutral planet in the Mid Rim that exported phrik bars to the rest of the galaxy. Indeed, one could buy phrik but why would one buy phrik when you could take it for free ?
"Statement: The phrik transporter should be coming out of hyperspace in ten minutes, according to the schedule, to shift its course towards the Expansion regions soon." The Assassin droid spoke a few feet behind the tall figure of Einarr.
"Alright, let's get ready." He shifted himself from leaning on the door frame of the cockpit. The astromech droid beeped in a tone that sounded of approval. Einarr dropped his crossed arms and moved towards the planning room where the rest of the Warscream's Nine awaited him.
"Brothers." The Sith Acolyte nodded to the gathered men as they stood up and circled around the massive table where a holoprojector was located. The clanking of the Assassin droid's feet alerted them his arrival. With a click on a button on the holoprojector, it came to life revealing the transporter of Phrik and its interior in detail.
He began explaining to the men and the assassin droid what their aim was to do, it was simple to say but hard to implement. They had an hour to finish this whole raid as it was expected that the ship's captain would immediately urge on jumping into hyperspace to their next stop - a stop where they might get reinforcements. They had to be swift and merciless. Eliminate obstacles, acquire the phrik, board it back in the freighter and the moment the transporter is out of hyperspace again, they all should be on their own freighter as it jumps away into hyperspace.
He felt the Valkyri's spirit rise at the prospect of battle...
Einarr fed on it...
Einarr stood and observed the endless blackness of space through the viewport with his arms crossed. The crew of the small-szed freighter specializing in boarding operations were - Warscream's Nine, the notorious HK-51 Assassin Droid "Murdercorpse" and an astromech droid to pilot the ship.
They had been able to gather intelligence regarding the schedule of the phrik exporting ships from Seltos - a neutral planet in the Mid Rim that exported phrik bars to the rest of the galaxy. Indeed, one could buy phrik but why would one buy phrik when you could take it for free ?
"Statement: The phrik transporter should be coming out of hyperspace in ten minutes, according to the schedule, to shift its course towards the Expansion regions soon." The Assassin droid spoke a few feet behind the tall figure of Einarr.
"Alright, let's get ready." He shifted himself from leaning on the door frame of the cockpit. The astromech droid beeped in a tone that sounded of approval. Einarr dropped his crossed arms and moved towards the planning room where the rest of the Warscream's Nine awaited him.
"Brothers." The Sith Acolyte nodded to the gathered men as they stood up and circled around the massive table where a holoprojector was located. The clanking of the Assassin droid's feet alerted them his arrival. With a click on a button on the holoprojector, it came to life revealing the transporter of Phrik and its interior in detail.
He began explaining to the men and the assassin droid what their aim was to do, it was simple to say but hard to implement. They had an hour to finish this whole raid as it was expected that the ship's captain would immediately urge on jumping into hyperspace to their next stop - a stop where they might get reinforcements. They had to be swift and merciless. Eliminate obstacles, acquire the phrik, board it back in the freighter and the moment the transporter is out of hyperspace again, they all should be on their own freighter as it jumps away into hyperspace.
He felt the Valkyri's spirit rise at the prospect of battle...
Einarr fed on it...