Sometimes, Rainbow wondered if she was a genuine trouble magnet or whether her own bad decisions landed her in these situations. Adumar had perhaps not been her best idea of a place to target. With their heavy emphasis on starfighters and weapons, they were naturally a warrior culture, and Rainbow was as far from a warrior as they came. The girl who couldn't lift a blaster pistol was surrounded by warriors, and to make matters worse, even bigger warriors had shown up. The Mandalorians were invading! She'd hope to slice in to a few ship yards, steal some plans, and be off world before anybody knew what was happening. Unfortunately, that had been two weeks ago. Since then, the Pink Lady's hyperdrive had broken again, and she'd been unable to go anywhere. Her pink unarmed Nubian yacht stood out like a sore thumb here, and at four hundred years old, it had serious reliability issues. It had taken her most of the time to find somebody willing to work on such an ancient, and importantly, non-offensive vessel. Most mechanics had no interest in working on something, and they used the term, not Rainbow, so incredibly 'girlie'. And now she'd finally found one and it was nearly fixed, and entire planetary invasion was taking place!
Still, let it never be said that Rainbow missed an opportunity. Where there was war, there were credits, to the safe observer, of course, and she'd sliced in to the security systems of the various political and government authorities around the system, looking for anything of interest. And she saw the failed meeting between Larraq and Boolon. And she smiled. It looked like he might need some help. Some help that he might just be willing to pay for...
She was working from the Pink Lady itself, and although the work on its hyperdrive wasn't quite done yet, it should be flight worthy. The start up routine She knew what she had to do, and she rushed to the flight console, hands flyin g over the system as she began the engine start up sequence. Moments later, the engines whined, strained, and cut off. She tried again, just to hear the feeble straining of engines ticking over and refusing to ignite.
"Come on... Come on... Start you piece of crap!" She announced to herself, giving the ship a little kick and trying the engines again. This time nothing happened at all, bar an embarrassing splutter. Okay, so the mechanic had said it wasn't finished, and she supposed that it still had its common problems. "No, no! I didn't mean it! Come on baby.... Please..." She soothed, trying again, and still listening as the ship just spluttered and defied her. "Look, if I'm right about this, I can make more than enough credits to get you fixed properly, I swear!" She told the ship. "Come on, please... please... just...." She tried the engines one last time, and finally they spltutered, and ignited. "YES!!!!" She cheered, throwing her hands in the air in proud victory. It was probably lucky that nobody was watching.
She clumsily worked over the controls, she wasn't much of a pilot, and the pink ship raced in to the air. It was, at least, quite fast when it finally got going, and began to close on the Mandalorian representitive's shuttle. Her hands flew over the controls as she tried to establish a comm link.
"Hi there!" She introduced herself, hoping that he'd hear her out. She wasn't sure what the Mandalorian would make of the diminutive, fragile looking and stick thin pink haired girl appearing on his holoprojector, but she hoped she didn't look like a threat. "No, no! Don't worry! I'm unarmed!" She said quickly just in case he got the wrong idea. "My name's Rainbow. Rainbow Flowers. And I think I might be able to help you out..." @[member="Captain Larraq"]
