Violence in the Cloud City

[Aryn Teth]

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Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn sighed as he strolled through the near-pristine streets of Cloud City, adorned with the occasional flag or banner of the First Order who held sway over the world, eyes following the shrouded figure on a walk-way below him. He glanced behind the figure a ways, and found the individual who was supposed to be behind them wasn't there. Sighing, he reached down to his belt, taking hold of the comlink there as he brought it up to his mouth, keying it in as he spoke up. "Karren, where are you?"

It had been some time since he had essentially 'recruited' Karren for the Rebel Alliance, and while he had been a pilot first, more and more different missions were becoming common for Aryn as he worked with her. The Alliance did not have many Jedi or trained force-users, and infiltration and intelligence-gathering missions such as this one had become regular for Aryn and the Jedi who he worked with. They had been sent to Cloud City, tracking a criminal information-broker who apparently had a number of secrets on the First Order. Of course, the Alliance had no intention of buying these secrets, rather they would steal them, that was why he and Karren were there.

They'd been trailing the target for the majority of the day, following him in an effort to get some idea of his base of operations, remaining far enough away from eachother to be inconspicuous, but they were not supposed to be out of sight. He figured Karren had likely been caught up leaving the Cantina their mark had just come out of, but he didn't wish to proceed too long without her.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

"I'm watching you right now. From afar."

And she was. Rebels were a secretive bunch and she found herself drawn into the mix. She was becoming even more militant, willing to bend the edges of the dogmatic code the Jedi so served. In fact she had at this point all but abandoned them, moving in another direction entirely. One that provided a little more action.

Sometimes the price of making a better galaxy was blood shed. Something she was still coming to terms with. With a stern gaze she swept the pad and mirrored his movements, always remaining twelve paces behind. She was dressed in Imperial Freighter Captains fatigues. They had few spare sets of patches in them too, in case she had to change her name tape halfway through.

Right now it read Lisa.

"Take point, I have your back. Don't look at me, look forwards. No eye contact, you'll blow my cover."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn couldn't help but scoff as he heard Aryn's initial response. He mentally scolded himself for the consideration that she might have fallen behind or wasn't on task, Karren often was more in tune and on point with these kinds of operations than he was, after all. As she started to direct him, he rolled his eyes briefly behind the dark helmet he wore, switching on his comlink again. "You know I still technically outrank you, right?" He jibed. Jokes and humour were often with Aryn on missions such as this, it kept him calm, and usually, demonstrated his nerves.

Tucking the comlink back onto his belt, he adjusted the plating of his armour briefly. They'd taken different ways to Cloud City, and serving as an escort, he had obviously chosen to use one of the stolen TIE fighters the RA had under their belt. Unfortunately, and very much to Aryn's displeasure, the First Order did not take particular care of their pilots in terms of comfort, being forced to change out of his usual flight suit into the black, armoured suit of the FO's pilots was uncomfortable for Aryn in more ways than one, and it was taking a great deal of self-control not to tug and scratch every itch. At the very least though, it offered him almost complete anonymity.

Heading down a set of large, white stairs, Aryn found himself hit by the crowd on the platform which had been below him. His eyes remained locked on their target, occasionally losing him in the crowd, but with that faint, nagging feeling in the back of his skull, he always seemed to know where to step and turn to keep perfectly after him. He was still oblivious to his force-sensitivity, his time on Tython had been shorter than expected, and since leaving the topic had never come up with Karen, for him - it was still just a whole lot of luck.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

"I know I know."

She kept a sharp eye out, cutting into the crowd a few seconds after him. wherever he was going she could track it, by following his locator beacon on her wrist mounted datapad. He moved left and she flanked right. When he moved forwards she flanked back. It was a long dance of keeping close, then going far. The more random their paths, the less they looked coordinated.

But they were always in eye sight. More importantly weapon sight.

She adjusted her saber, hidden in a pocket inside her trousers.

"So let me get this straight, we nab this guy and then bounce yes?"

She swept her eyes over the crowd, letting them narrow and forming a scowl.

Two citizens tripped and she shoved them hard away from her.

"Get off me scum! I'm a First Order Deck Officer!"

Two Stormtroopers at each end of plaza. A few cameras and she thought she saw a security drone.

"Want me to clear the south end for egress?"

Exfil would be hot. Once the troopers noticed something was up, it was likely they'd bring in reinforcements. She'd already duelled one Knight of Ren. She was very unwilling to repeat the experience.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Reaching down to his belt, Aryn took hold of the comlink again, shifting it up to his helmet's vocoder as he spoke into it briefly. "That's the plan, Ideally he'll move somewhere where it won't be too hot." Almost as if on cue, Aryn watched as the broker took a sudden left, turning and shifting through the crowd into an alleyway, away from the watchful eyes of the stormtroopers in the plaza, at least for now. Shifting through the crowd after the broker, Aryn watched as they moved down the alley and then took another right, through a door and into one of the buildings on the side of the alley. Making his way towards the door, Aryn spoke into the comlink again. "I'm going after him inside, get ready to- oh, blast..."

It took less than a few seconds of Aryn walking through the door for a blaster to be pointed in his face. The broker sat across the room he'd walked into, lounging back and watching Aryn as he walked in, and had his blaster stripped from his belt by a burly-looking herglic bodyguard. Sighing, he held his hands up, allowing them to take the comlink as well, though he hoped Karren got the hint from his swear and subsequent silence that he could use some assistance.

"You don't look like the First Order to me..." The Broker said, that same Herglic rather roughly removing the helmet from Aryn's head as he groaned at the forcefulness of its removal. "Thanks, kind of hard to breathe in those things, it's stuffy." Groaning at the subsequent punch to his gut in an effort to silence him, he appreciated as the Broker held up a hand and waved off the bodyguard, leaving Aryn be as he stood up straight again, and looked back towards the man sitting across the room, wracking his brain for how best he could get out of this particular situation. "Now, why don't you give me a reason I shouldn't turn you over to the First Order..."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

Aryns last curse word was met with one of her own. The fool that took the commlink had quite forgotten to shut it off. She heard the exchange and gritted her teeth. A savagery rose inside the woman. As un-Jedi like as could be she moved with all speed. Her shoulder rent through the crowd, and she shoved bodies out of the way to follow her gut.

Aryn wasn't hard to find, the locator beacon went silent just then as the commlink was crushed. She skidded to a halt just outside the door. Her antics had drawn attention, chaos was erupting in the square. Folks that were flung into other folks turned on each other. The whole city was on a hair trigger ever since the failed invasion from the Alliance.

First Order troopers were moving in. She switched freqs, using her haked comms to monitor the situation.

"Aurek One and two en route. Where do we drop em?"​

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"Put em right in the middle of the square. Apprehend any rioters. Lethal force authorized."​

The last part made her eyebrows cinch in a furrow and her lips press into a thin line. She put her boot to the door, using a bit of force enhancement to blast it off it's hinges. Her eyes scanned the room, and her hands deft and quick chopped the herglic right in the throat. He stumbled back one step as she growled, and drew her concealed DL-44, leveling it at the Broker.

"Because if you want to live, you'll shut the kark up and cut him loose!"

The herglic went to move. The crowd was noisy now, stun rounds dropping bodies outside. She grinned, feeling the malignant satisfaction of what she was about to do next. the blaster snapped left, towards the whale, and she snapped off two shots, putting them right in his leg.

He fell to a knee, roaring.

"No one can hear you big fella."

The blaster snapped back to the broker, and she advanced, sights dead on his forehead.

"So? What's it gonna be?"

Itn was a calculated bluff. She'd never shoot him, he was too valuable. Just in case her other hand dipped inside her coat pocket, fingers reaching for her Saber.

This could get messy. Stay calm.

She felt her mind brush Aryns, connecting for a split second. It was nothing she did purposely, it just sort of...happened.

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"Aryn, now!"​

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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For a moment, Aryn froze as he heard the door behind him buckle and burst open behind him. While he had hoped it was Karren, there was the brief thought in his mind that the First Order had followed as well. Luckily, he heard her voice a second later, glancing over as he saw her with her blaster trained on the Broker. He watched as the man chuckled, seeming woefully unamused, giving the slightest motion of his hand towards the Herglic.

Seconds later, Karren had turned and snapped a few rounds into the Herglic's legs, watching as the alien dropped to the ground, dropping Aryn's blaster along with it. The Broker rubbed at his chin then, presumably thinking of how best to get out of the situation as he watched the two, Aryn finally lowering his hands as he looked up towards the Broker, pausing after Karren finished speaking.

The connection between the two of them completely caught Aryn off-guard. He had never felt such a thing before, and indeed - it was Aryn's first real connection with the force on any level. He stood briefly in awe, in fear, the feeling of the invasion in his mind had been off-putting, but at the same time felt natural, welcome, warm. The urging in it was briefly lost on him until the warm feeling was replaced by that usual pang of warning he got often. Reaching down, he grabbed his blaster, holding it up as he fired twice, hearing the sounds of bodies fall as his shots flew through a pair of open windows above the Broker.

The Broker slammed his hand against the seat of his chair frustratedly, irritated now as his extra protection had been dealt with. Looking over Aryn for a moment, he shifted his glare towards Karren then. "Very well... You can take your friend and leave..." He snapped, avoiding the topic of himself.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

She smiled, clicking the safety on and raising her weapon to the high ready. But they weren't done yet. Their mission was still ongoing and she'd be damned if she went back empty handed. The chaos in the streets was getting even more intense. She could still hear the comms chatter of drop ships sending in fresh riot troops.

"Nice shooting dude. I didn't even see those guys. How'd you see them?"

She glanced down, clicking the comms to a lower volume and scanned the room. There were a few civilian outfits in the closet. Two spacers jackets and a pair of coveralls. Whoever had been here last had left in a hurry.

Must've been an outlaw or somethin', She thought to herself.

She could sense discomfort from Aryn and cocked her head, considering him for a second.

"Hurry it up man. We gotta bounce soon."

Leaving him to extract the information from the broker she crossed the room and stripped to her skivvies. She donned a set of tan trousers and the dusty black spacers jacket. Her hand swooped her lightsaber out from her coat, stashing it in her new one. Then she threw the other set of clothes to Aryn.

"Don't be shy. Citizens will rip us apart if we go out there as First Order. Plus we ain't even got ID's that match our faces."

"Who the hell are you guys?" The broker asked, seeming more frustrated.

She shot him a stern glare.

"Calm down, my friend here will be asking the questions, not you."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn paused as Karren spoke up again, looking down to the blaster in his hand again. It was a good question, Aryn had no idea how he had actually known the two men were there, and he was equally surprised as to how he'd been able to make the shots, Aryn wasn't the best with a blaster, after all. It was as if he had not made the movement or the shots at all, like it had all been on instinct, a thought which deeply concerned Aryn. "I uh... I don't know..." He answered her question finally.

Aryn's lingering concern was glossed over quickly as he heard Karren speak up again, looking over to her as he nodded. "Right, sorry..." Moving over to her, he took hold of the clothes she held out to him, setting them down as he started to strip himself of the armour plating and life support systems of his flight suit. It took him a little longer than her to get changed, the First Order's armour not exactly being easy to remove before he left it in a heap at the floor, quickly shifting into the other clothes as he tucked away his blaster pistol into its holster.

Glancing up to the Broker as Karren spoke up, Aryn moved up and pulled him out of his seat, towards the door as he turned back toward Karren, waiting for her before he glanced to the Broker. "You're coming with us, you try to make a run for it, or make a bit too much noise, i'll just stun you." As he spoke, he jammed a holdout blaster up against the man's back, glancing back towards Karren as he gave her a nod, letting her take the lead out onto the streets, he trusted her instincts more than his own at that moment anyway.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aryn Teth"]

The path to the dockyard was close. Karren noded back, locking eyes with Aryn for a second. she could sense something new rising in him. He was becoming aware of something more, something else. though what it was she did not have to speculate. The Rebel glanced out the door, throwing her left side up to get a better view and then nodded.

"Let's go, keep close."

With her hand clasped on the butt of her now stashed blaster pistol she exited the building, trying to shrink her force presence down to a pin prick. Most of the rioters were being stunned and cudgelled by First Order riot troopers. they hooked a left, zig zagging through and alley as far from the skirmish as they could, until her eyes spotted a speeder.

It had a two Stormtroopers guarding it. With a wry smirk she glanced back at Aryn, again hitting him with those brown eyes as if to ask his opinion of whether they should take the speeder, or move along. They were running low on time, and the package was too valuable to cut loose now after all the trouble they'd gone through.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

Sighing as he watched Karren by the door, Aryn nodded, nudging the broker forward with his hand on the holdout blaster, his other around his shoulder, as if carrying a drunken or wounded friend, likely not to be too much of a surprise from the skirmish outside. Moving after Karren, he shifted his gaze around on occasion but kept focus on Karren as he let her leave, doing his best to ensure as low of a profile as possible.

When his eyes were set upon the speeder, he swore under his breath for a moment at the sight of the stormtroopers around it. His gaze met Karren's, and he could see the question in her eyes. On foot, they weren't making good time, though the Broker wasn't struggling too much, he was essentially dead weight being carried around, and he wouldn't have been too surprised if he attempted to make life as difficult as possible for the rebels in their attempts to escape. At the very least, speed wouldn't be an issue on the speeder, though attention would. But then again, attention would likely come anyway, he doubted they'd get off-world without a struggle.

Giving Karren a nod, he drew nearer to the stormtroopers, limping along with the Broker as he attempted to make himself look as weak as possible. The stormtroopers glanced between eachother, one of them starting to move up on Aryn. "Stop right there... Let's see some ID." Giving a weak nod, Aryn knelt down, crouching for a moment as he reached behind the Broker, suddenly and rapidly swinging out his blaster towards the two stormtroopers, taking two quick shots as he watched them slam into the troopers, downing one, but only grazing the other as he moved to raise his blaster, Aryn's eyes widening for a moment as he took another shot at the same time, managing to get the trooper this time but not before he had been struck across the shoulder, letting out a curse as he dropped his blaster and the broker, momentarily nursing the glanced wound across his shoulder.

 

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

Karren let her own curse slip as the broker made a break for it. He was rooted in place by a quick flick of her wrist, submerging his foot in the invisible currents of the force. He tried to run with the weight of lead block, but failed and fell. With her opposite hand she drew her DL-44 from the innards of her coat pocket, flicked it to stun and placed a double tap into the brokers back, knocking him unconscious.

The pressing matter now was Aryn, whom was leaning against the wall with a bad burn and the two dead bodies. Luckily the blaster bolt was an energy weapon, which made it easier to treat than as if it was a slug. She sprinted to him, sheathing the weapon and rotating her butt-pack to the fore of her belt, pulling a knife free.

Two quick slashes opened the shoulder of his clothing for her to inspect the wound. she peered in, eyes narrowing.

"Mild trauma. Second degree burn. The blast cauterized the wound, nothing serious is hit."

That was a relief. A deeper hit could have cut muscle tissue, or a tendon and left him out of the fight. She needed them both now, more than ever. Boots clattered far away, and she sensed some kind of disturbance coming towards them. She grunted and produced a gauze bandage impregnated with bacta.

"Keep quiet."

She slapped it on, none to gentle and taped it down. The sounds were coming closer....

"Start her up, quick, they're coming."

She didn't say who, she guessed he already knew that. She stowed her gear, sprinting to the broker and shouldered the man. Then sprinted back, legs burning as if acid was churning through every vein and capillary. His body slumped in the back, across the sheets. She pulled a tarp over him and turned, sinking down to grasp each trooper by the underside of their arms, working a hook up and over to the back of their necks.

Aided by the force her ailing leg muscles pumped, dragging them back, armorplast grinding on duracrete and deck plate until they were concealed behind a dumpster.

Two seconds later she emerged to face a squadron of four troopers, rifles leveled, running down the block.

"Halt!"

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"Feth, Aryn go!"​

One hand snapped out in a knee jerk reaction, throwing a veritable tsunami of force energy at them. They tumbled, two flying into the building with a sickening crunch. She jumped, rolling across the back of the speeder into the seat, below seats.

"Blast them!" One trooper roared, stumbling punch drunk to his feet, pointing with twin fingers extended.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn groaned as he watched the Broker make a break for it, letting out a brief sigh of relief however as he saw Karren level her blaster and drop the man with a pair of stun bolts. Wincing in pain somewhat as she approached, he glanced over to the burn on his shoulder which had blackened the clothes she cut through to expose the injury. As she inspected it, Aryn let out a brief sigh of relief as she established that nothing was wrong, though he winced again at the pain. If it had damaged muscle then escaping would have been more of a problem, not being able to shoot was less of an issue, not being able to fly would make their escape nigh impossible, especially now that they had started to draw attention. He had been lingering on the pain, not noticing the gauze that she pulled out until she slapped it on.

"Agh!" Aryn groaned painfully, biting his lip to stop himself making too much noise as he nodded to her next comment, knowing they had to get going as he climbed up and into the speeder, taking a few moments to get the engines operational as he glanced back towards Karren as she loaded the broker into the back. He saw past her towards the stormtroopers as they started to approach, letting out another curse under his breath briefly as he heard Karren yell towards him. He got everything ready to go, glancing back again as he saw her throw back the troopers and roll into the speeder.

Before the troopers even had time to get back up, Aryn turned the speeder and pushed the accelerator as far as it could go, speeding off into the sky as a blast from the engines sent back the same trooper that had spoken up. A few blaster shots still flew by, one passing over Aryn's shoulder narrowly, a couple of others striking harmlessly against the body of the speeder itself as Aryn veered off, avoiding the usual traffic lanes in favour of a more dangerous, but far quicker route. Ducking between a few buildings and alley-ways, it wasn't long before he could hear a few drones closing in behind them.

Ducking and shifting the ship to the side and downward to avoid incoming blaster shots, he focused on getting to the landing pad where their ride would be as quickly as possible, still shifting this way and that as red blasters flew by. "You know, if I had to guess - I'd say they'd really rather us not leave!" He shouted towards Karren over the wind flying past them, posturing his nerves behind idle chatter as he always did.

 

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

Two shots grazed her hair, she felt the heat singe some of it. With a snarl she unsheathed her DL-44 once more and squinted one eye, cocking her body sideways to level her arm at their pursuers. As the speeder dove towards the landing pad, breaking away from the drones she lined one up in her sights with shaky hands.

Elbow locked she slipped her finger inside the trigger guard, and gently applied pressure as her sight drifted lazily over the first attack drone. The shot burst from the barrel and ripped past the drone. She swore out loud and realigned her aim, snapping two more shots. One clipped a stabilizer fin sending it whirling away.

She clutched it with what little focus she had left and sent it veering into its partner as they dove in towards their vessel.

Aryn snapped a joke and she shot him a wry grin.

"C'mon, you weren't enjoying your vacation?"

The second drone was knocked off course through not destroyed, and warbled lazily down towards them.

"Soon as this thing sets down grab the Broker. I'll cover you."

She thumbed the release, letting the empty tibbana gas canister clatter to the floorboards of the speeder. Then her left hand dove into her cloths, dug around a bit, and produced a fresh canister, ramming it home into the magazine well....

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn couldn't help but smirk at Karren's reply to his joke, keeping any further jibes to himself as he focused on driving the speeder. Their escape wasn't going to be easy, considering the nature of their mission, the two had not been able to bring their fighters, and instead had to rely on another, more local rebel agent to organize for a freighter to be ready for them. It definitely wasn't Aryn's preferred method, not having a ship he organized himself was bad enough, he was also never a fan of freighters, too bulky and prone to failure in his mind. "We'll have to move fast - so get ready."

As they flew down toward the landing pads where their ship was waiting, a stolen YT-2400 freighter, Aryn glanced over his shoulder, it wouldn't be long before they had TIEs on them, so they'd need to move fast. Bringing the speeder down to the ground, he brought it to a stop and hauled the broker over his shoulders, climbing out of the speeder as he raced up towards the lowered ramp, at the very least the agent had paid off, everything was set as they expected. Hurrying onto the ship, Aryn dumped the unconscious broker in the cargo hold, sprinting up to the cockpit as he started to get things ready to go, waiting for Karren to be on board before he brought the ramp up and began to lift up from the pad. "They're gonna be on our ass soon, so hold on!"

The second they were above the pad and Aryn had raised the landing gear, he accelerated the ship to its highest speed, launching away from the pad as he turned the ship low instead of upward. Defences and patrols above Cloud City were too abundant after all, they'd still be followed, but at least in the rolling clouds and storms of Bespin, they could lose some attention before they escaped star-ward.

 

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

When the brokers body hit the floor she was on top of the situation. The last drone crashed down beside them like a missile and she shouted, alarmed at the sudden sound and the fragments blasting all over the pad as it exploded. If they weren't noticed before they definitely were now. She followed Aryn, sprinting behind him up the ramp and flicked her blaster to stun, placing a double tap into the broker once more for security.

She glanced at Aryn and then shrugged, shoulders wide and hands spread.

"What? Can't have him waking up and trying to choke us out as we make our great escape right?"

Aryn mentioned the patrols. She nodded, strapping herself into the Co-Pilot seat as they made their getaway, diving into the gas clouds.

"Feth the gas is heavier down there. It scrambles their sensors but it scrambles ours too. Hold on let me try something."

She flicked a few switches, re-routing auxiliary power from the meagre weapons of the craft into their sensor nodes, expanding the range as she pushed juice.

"Nice. Good ol Corellian models. Even the crappy ones are reliable. You got sensors, weapons are out so we can see."

Her fingers hovered over the Nav Computer, face illuminated in glowing blue as she glanced over with an ear to ear grin.

"Any particualr destination you'd like me to plot? Wait....I know; Any place that ain't an Imperial prison cell!"

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

Aryn gave Karren a nod as she mentioned the sensors - he had relied primarily on using his eyes, something not recommended by almost every pilot in the galaxy, so any effort she would make to try and remedy the issue would be appreciated by him. Despite the lack of sensors, Aryn coasted through the thick clouds as he descended deeper, keeping just low enough that they would not be easily spotted, and just high enough that they wouldn't be caught or damaged by the broiling storms of the gas giant. All of his concern of the job before, and even most of the pain from his injury had faded away, this was Aryn's place of comfort after all. The fact they would no longer have weapons was less of a concern for Aryn at that point, if they were in a situation where they needed them, he figured he could get them out with speed and manoeuvrability alone.

He did consider her question of what destination to plot. Bespin was luckily relatively close to GA space, in fact - it would only take one jump to get out of the First Order's territory and back to friendly space. However, they had attracted a great deal more attention than he would have hoped, and the First Order was generally quick to scramble patrols, and worse - interdictors. By the time he'd have been willing to expose the ship and leave Bespin entirely, they'd likely be caught in a gravity well if they attempted to jump into GA space from where they currently were. However, the First Order likely wouldn't have placed interdictors at the hyperlanes further into their territory - after all, only a fool would choose to go further into enemy territory to try and escape it. Luckily, Aryn was a fool.

"Set a course for Thakwaa, we'll get out of the clouds and make a jump soon as we're far enough from Cloud City." He stated plainly, lost in the flow of his piloting, and not even considering how insane the idea probably sounded at first mention.

 

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

Karren raised an eyebrow at the mention of Thakwaa. It showed further in as her fingers swiped the map. For a second she moved to question him but shrugged. The force told her it was the right idea, and even as she entered the coordinates the world began to melt into so many red lines this way and that. She realized she was looking at a Shatterpoint, that the force was showing her a critical juncture.

She was lost in the mesmerizing crystallized vision. Several of them included her new partner Aryn. She had glimpses of different realities, but they all had the same thing in Common. Aryn holding a lightsaber, regardless of what color.

She shook her head, breathing deep and in a rhythm to return her force sense to her core. Then her fingers tapped the touch screen, locking in the long string of numbers. Her left hand twiddled switches, and the Hyperdrive begun to spin up, whirring as the core emitted it's space ripping radiation.

"We're hot, locke stocke and barrel. Say the word and I flip the switch."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Cloud City, Bespin, Anoat Sector, The Outer Rim Territories.​

Interacting With: [member='Karren Trask']​

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Aryn remained oblivious as Karren had her vision, his eyes were on the console before him and out into the clouds their ship was coasting through. Aryn had made difficult journeys with the Rebellion, and this wasn't even the most difficult of him - but escaping a system rapidly gaining more attention by the First Order - a group already eager to avoid any dissent in their borders, that would require all his attention. As he heard Karren confirm the course was set and they were ready to go, Aryn took in a deep breath. "Hold on." He warned, sharply pitching the ship upwards as he went straight out towards the darkness of space, forcing the throttle down as the ship creaked and groaned, forcing its way with an incredible amount of force out of the planet's atmosphere.

Aryn's gamble had paid off, they were far away from Cloud City at that point, and were able to escape the atmosphere without any attention from First Order patrols. Once they were in space though, it was a different story. The ship's sensors lit up with pings across the system, TIE patrols, three cruisers, and already two interdictors had entered the system, the First Order moving considerably quicker than had been expected. It wasn't long before they were spotted, the console lighting up with an incoming hail - at the very least, the First Order tended to give you a warning before they blew you to pieces. Aryn didn't even bother answering the hail, immediately declining it as he forced the ship through the blackness of space.

The TIEs seemed to have expected them to not be the negotiating type, and in near seconds two had come in on the YT's rear. That usual pang of danger hit Aryn even before the ship's sensors did, and he began a roll just as a few laser shots coasted underneath and missed just barely. Pitching the ship downward, one TIE coasted right over, caught off-guard by the sudden manoeuvre, but the other remained close behind, rolling with him and following Aryn's move almost exactly. It held fire for now, but before long the beeping from the console - identifying a missile lock - betrayed his goal. Two proton torpedoes launched from the TIE as it remained close on the ship's rear, and Aryn could see the other TIE now moving to intercept from another direction.

"D'you trust me?" Aryn asked, not bothering to wait for a response as he sped the ship up, keeping just out of range of the torpedoes which were gradually closing, adjusting the direction of the ship to be heading straight towards the other TIE, now with one on his rear and one ahead, both were avoiding any laser fire for now. Aryn waited, getting closer with the TIE ahead, five seconds to collision, four seconds, three... Two... In a flurry of movement, Aryn spun the ship again and pitched it upward, narrowly glancing the TIE ahead as the torpedos behind, at that point only meters from the YT - slammed right into the TIE that had been ahead of them, the debris only continuing to glance the stabilizer of the other, sending it into a spin as it couldn't continue its chase. Far away enough from the patrols now, Aryn aligned the ship carefully with the hyperlane they had charted.

"Now!"

 

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[member="Aryn Teth"]

Things got more tense than she thought possible. The entire time Aryn was flying she was strapped into her seat, keeping a close eye on the power readings of the vessel. The hyperdrive continued to whir, purring as it ran hot. She jiggled controls, redirecting shields and keeping them from taking one too many hits.

Nothing got past.

Then he asked if she trusted him.

Karren glanced over, jaw tight and nodded.

"Do I have a choice? We're in this osik up to our necks Aryn."

She smirked at the quip, just as he shouted to hit it.

"My pleasure."

Her plam slammed the lever forwards. Space ripped open an then long white streaks began to grow, pin pricks of light racing past. There was a lurch in her gut, and then a slamming of gee's that pushed her back into her seat, pushing the inertial compensator's to their max.

Then they were gone....