What a Piece of Junk!

[Kira Vaal]

So the galaxy had gone to Sith-spit.
Rumours out of the core was that the Republic had collapsed into civil war, the bastion of peace that was surrounded by a sea of evil finally giving into the temptations laid before them and falling into chaos.
Similarly the Galactic Alliance had appointed an apparent Sith into it’s ranks and given him charge of what seemed to be the last free standing symbol of light. The Jedi had retreated, fled to hide in the outer-rim away from what was becoming the darkest cloud of evil to ever cover the galaxy.
From the edges came more rumours of the First Order and their increased activity.
For the holonet it was the start of the end.
For Kira it was time to change the channel.

She was sick of it all, endlessly wishing she was back on Lothal just being herself and ignoring the entire galaxy. Yet her she was, aboard a docking bay on the infamous Rebellion One. Kira’s new home away from home and the only damn place that seemed to make any sense right now.
In front of her was the greatest piece of junk ever assembled and by the gods did it look a mess. The Millennium Falcon was finally hers and somehow through sheer luck she had managed to patch it up enough to get it off that damn planet of terrors and back to civilisation, even if now the entire ship was more of an empty shell then anything.

The Hyperdrive had blown, the engine coils fried and nearly every electrical system had leaked power into the power core creating an molten mess of dried liquid metal. In fact it would be cheaper and more effective just to sell the thing to a metal smelter.

BUT IT WAS THE DAMN MILLENIUM FALCON.
She had enlisted the aid of the stations primary mechanic who had sent off several personal favours with those who he knew would be capable of aiding with the ships reconstruction.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren found that to be an odd message. In light of everything that was going off, he hadn’t believed it. But the fact that it came from someone within the Underground network, a person he trusted? Maybe he would have passed it over. But with so much going on, the pilot could use some good news. He allowed himself to read it over again.

Millenium Falcon… He heard legends and myths, campfire tales that were about as concrete as the Wardens of the Sky… So, why not?

He looked to his own ship, Tachyon Rising, a ship out of time, refurbished and of the same designs and stylings of the Falcon of legend. Maybe, with what he had done to his own ship, this one could be real. That would definitely be something. He nodded to Porter, then to his own ship. Launching out of the Stinger, as it was basing itself in the Lorta system, for now, he was interested.

Maybe he could use a piece of good news. He’d be arriving at Rebellion One soon.

[member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Kira Vaal]

“Delivery for a K.Vaal?” The deck master called out across the way, a portly man in his mid forties by the looks of him made his way across to where Kira was currently standing, hands-on-hips near the Falcon. “You K.Vaal?” He asked as a heavily tattooed forearm ran across his sweaty head.
She gave him a quizzical look. “Yeah?”
“This came in this mornin’ for ya.” As the deck master he would be responsible for such things, anything and everything that went through this part of Rebellion One would have to go through his hands first. “Don’t need a mark or anythin’. As I understand it comes from an old friend.”
“Old friend?” Kira moved to where the large crate had been pulled to be a grav-mover, it’s edges sealed with military grade locks and a strange note stamped to the edge.
She pulled off the note and gave it a read.

K.Vaal.
You don’t know me.
I don’t know you but you’re working for the right people and that makes us friends.
I have no need for this anymore, use it wisely in any crazy scheme you may have.
[member="Andrasta Sitra"]
P.s Don’t tell Jorus I gave you one…THESE THINGS ARE DAMN RARE!

Kira was as confused as any, calling across the technician who had been busy welding the base of the Falcon’s front left landing pad. He looked at the box with a querying look as he wiped his hands clean.
“What do you suppose it is?” He asked.
“I have no idea. Something rare apparently.” Kira responded entering the code issued by the Deck Master onto the military locks. A hiss sent air through the edges of the metal casing and let the sides drop with a loud clang.
“By the Force.” The technician stepped forward and looked over the technical machine that had been revealed. “HOW DID YOU GET THIS!”
“Get what?” Kira could tell it was a hyperdrive of some sort and that was about it. “What is it?”
“This—“ He leant against the Hyperdrive is a Calrissian. I thought they were just myths, but apparently the rumours were true. They say the Underground themselves fixed these up, made a couple and then refused to make anymore.”
“A Calrissian? As in the .357 Calrissian.” Kira looked at the drive. “Woah.” It was the perfect hyperdrive for the Falcon, fast, agile and made for ships like her.
The question was, who was this Sitra person and what did Kira do to deserve such charity.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] (tagging you so your aware of the Calrissian being used.
[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[RC 212]

Location: Deck

Underground channels were abuzz. Someone had found the Fabled Millenium Falcon. As rare a find in the galaxy as much as perhaps Grandmaster Skywalkers first lightsaber. Despite being rather in need of credits, and a bit busy setting up some remote resistance cells on a world far flung, Vassara had dropped it all. It was the Falcon!

So here she was, black coat with red trim, shotgun in the leather sheath at her back, and lightsabers hidden on her person. Word was this girl needed help putting her back together. Luckily Vassara was an excellent mechanic, a trait from her young days flying freighter lanes before the One Sith had destroyed Alderaan the first time.

Her spacers boots clicked against the durasteel and her piercing blue eyes locked onto the young [member="Kira Vaal"]. The Falcon in the hangar was large an impressive. She felt a wave of amazement rustle in her gut like a colony of butterflies. As she approached she quieted her mind, letting the force flow freely through her, connecting her with the ship, attempting to glean some kind of ancient mystery about it.

The sound of a loud hyrdospanner dropping to the deck made her jump, rousing her from the walking meditation. Now she found herself at the ramp, right next to the lucky girl. With a savage grin she turned and extended her hand to Kira, joy dancing in those little blue orbs.

"Well I'll be damned, you actually do got it kid. Vassara Raxis, Captain of the Gypsys Caravan, agent of the Underground. Who might you be?"

 

[Julius Sedaire]

It couldn't be... Someone had beat him to it.. The Millenium falcon..But truth be told, Julius wasn't really concerned about who had it. He was no real amazing pilot. There was a definite increase in his skills of late... He was pretty sure he could owe that to the family of Merill's, specifically [member="Jorus Merrill"], for upgrading his thoughts on how to go places, so to speak. But still, he wasn't about to be the next Wedge or Dash or Han or Poe Dameron either. On the ground was where he did the best stuff he was capable of, saber in hand. So exactly why he was disembarking the Turhaya might be a mystery to some.

But as he came down the ramp, it should be obvious why. It was clear he was very much here as a representative of the scattered members of the newly reformed Green Jedi, or Corellian Jedi Enclave. Whatever. They were still debating the exact wording of the name, which was fine. What was important was that they were doing things. Just in case this lucky son was one of the people of the Broken World, or that any more of his 'extended family' had shown, he had a few of the precious jedi credits from [member="Micah Talith"] in his belt pouch. But his attire was, perhaps very oddly enough for those used to seeing his, positively formal.

Actually, he was wearing full fledged Jedi Robes which was almost... Well... It was an odd and rare sight, but the occasion demanded it. The outer robes were a deep emerald green, to be sure. And perhaps incongruously with tradition, a second-class blood strip ran down the pants he wore with it, and his favorite MP1 pistol was strapped to his hip in a finely-done leather holster. But also clear o his hip was something [member="Vassara Raxis"] would recognize instantly. It was indeed the first lightsaber of Luke Skywalker, formerly made by Anakin, caretaken by Obi-Wan Kenobi. Wielded by many more besides whose names echoed in history.

Seeing the Falcon, he stopped, and allowed himself an impressed stare at the thing, merely shaking his head in wonderment. This was something, alright. Something indeed. The history, and the memories in this thing alone were worth a lot. She might be a hunk of junk, to be sure. And something that could easily be outflown by some flashy Silk Holdings or Mandal Hypernautics fancy. But this right here? This ship... She was as sure as shit a symbol of the Corellian people as their stubborness, their flamboyance, and more. And so he would go to whatever lengths he could to help the new owner get her flying. And if they were unworthy? Then he'd take the ship and make sure they didn't abuse her. Simple as that.

"Ho! Who the kark dredged up this old rust bucket? I'd like to buy them a beer for the trouble, and a punch in the face for beating me to it!"

[member="Vassara Raxis"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He had landed, it wasn’t that bad of a trip. And Coren was able to shave a few parsecs off of it. That was just what he did, really. Every jump he tried to be better than his computer, until he could reprogram it all. Thinking about it, he had done it a bit. “Porter, while I’m there, before I catch up, can you download my flight computer? Just back it up on your own memory until we get home.” Home here being a starship, the Dawn Treader.

“Then meet me in the hangar.” He wasn’t sure how true this was all going to be, the Falcon was a child’s tale to him. No way someone could have found it. But if they did, if they found that ship? He had a few things he wanted to do to it. One included upgrading its Nav System, before it left any hangar.

Engines would be next.

Entering the hangar, he looked around, a few people he recognized, his contact, Sedaire, Raxis. The kid, though, she was one of Kaia’s compatriots, right? And was that… a Calrissian? Might be, he was there when they were being made, after all. Put one in his stealth ship. Seeing the beat up YT-1300 though, did bring Coren to think of his own ship and he let out a bit of a whistle.

“You’re sure this heap is the one?” He spoke, maybe a bit disbelieving, but for him, it was a ghost ship, a black dog. Wasn't anything against the salvager.

[member="Julius Sedaire"]
[member="Vassara Raxis"]
[member="Kira Vaal"]

 

[Kira Vaal]

Rebellion One wasn’t a big place, and it definitely wasn’t good at keep secrets.
Kira had already watched nearly every mechanic stumble into the apparently ‘private’ dock, each with their own little excuses of why they were there. If they were to be believed every damn lost Hydrospanner was scattered around the dock they were in and people should be more mindful of their stuff.
However every now and again someone came in who wasn’t the normal mechanic or deck crew, usually some form of agent or soldier signed on to the underground who had heard that something was up.
Kira wasn’t the household name just yet, in fact she had barely appeared on the scene in the copilots chair of [member="Kaia Starchaser"] before she had hoped off again in search of the Falcon. Yeah there had been that incident with the Galactic Alliance and the Sith, but Coruscant was now a distant nightmare long past.

One such vistor was a woman by the name of [member="Vassara Raxis"], although Kira had not known it was her until the introduction was made. She had heard of her of course, Raxis was one of those names that was whispered in legend around the underground, like Merrill or Starchaser. Did she hope that one day Vaal was said with such honour? Secretly? Yeah!

“Kira.” She replied to Vassara’s question, there was no point to last names. The Vaal’s were dead, all of them except her of course. Victims of Corellia. “Yeah I found her. She was damn illusive, but by the Force I found her.” Kira looked up at the YT series freighter with a twinkle in her eyes. “Just got to give her some loving to make her rumble again, would hate for her just to waste away on some scrap head somewhere.”

Her lead mechanic was clambering over the top of the hull towards the maintenance access hatch checking the engine wiring and several other systems, leaving Kira free to talk some more as another, almost scruffy looking man entered the dock and declared a free beer for whoever was responsible for the Falcon’s recovery.
“Hey watch what you call her, she’s sensitive at the moment.” Kira said with smirk. “A lick of paint and a little tender loving care and she’ll be legendary again…hopefully.” She gave the offer of a hand to the stranger, who did look familiar. The Galactic Alliance maybe? “Kira, salvager and apparently owner of the Millennium Falcon.”

“Hey we’re going have to replace the entire reverse power thrusters.” The Mechanic called down holding a snakes nest of wires in his hands. “Or at least that is what I think these are…”
Kira sighed and turned to the others.
“You know, I could really use a hand on this. The systems are archaic at best and she took a beating getting her here.” She made the offer, hoping for a positive answer from the two already there, yet noticed another, third person entering from the blast door.

She knew this one, Coren. Someone she at least guessed she looked up to. He seemed to ignore them and instead took in the Falcon before asking if Kira was sure she was what it claimed to be. She didn’t take any offence, damn she had thought it herself more then once.
“She’s the one. Stubborn, un-workable and yet completely charming in every single way.” She had her hands on hips and an approving look. The main problem was that while she knew everything you could about the ship no-one seemed to understand the chaotic system upgrades and custom design of the interior workings. Maybe Coren could help?
“You feel like a rebidding project?”

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

Corren entered, Julius entered. Vassara's eyes immediately spotted the saber upon his hip and she smirked, giving him a wry nod. Looks like today was a reunion of ancient artifacts! When Corren strode up Vassara nodded again, keeping her mind focused on the task at hand, watching the engineers tinker with the falcon.

"Well Kira, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll go ahead and get to work."

But where to begin?

Most likely a ship this size and this old had a few issues. Reactor rot, old wiring, outdated shields and weapons. The first thing to tackle would be the reactor however. It could either be salvaged or switched out with something newer. But something newer did not appear to be on hand, so they'd have to space rig this one.

"Alright you three c'mon." She said, sweeping up three mechanics and grabbing a toolkit from nearby.

A few moments later she had dissapeared into the bowels of the Falcon. She was looking directly at the reactor now. It was old and rusted. One eyebrow shot up as she noticed the markings. This bad boy ran on fuel, something she'd have to remedy.

"What now? This thing is shot!"

Vassara paused, blinking twice as the possibilities ran through her mind. She did actually have an extra Ion rector or two from a few salvaged TIE fighters. Those were some of the fastest fighters in the galaxy. Which meant if she could link two of them to power the Falcon.....

"Rip it out... all of it."

The mechanic cocked his head casting a sidelong look.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

 

[Alana Sunrider]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

Onna crept into the hangar, pausing by the door to see if she was in the right place. Judging by the ancient ship in a largely deconstructed state, she had to guess she was. So this was the Millenium Falcon. Hardly looked like something touted as a legend, although she supposed that was the point of why it was a legend. A battered old freighter and a plucky captain braving the odds and the universe itself. She gave a small grin at the thought. Now that was something and it was even affecting her.

She paused near the edge of the circle as people drifted in and out, all clearly enthralled by the legendary starship, and coughed slightly to clear her throat, suddenly intimidated. The one wore Jedi robes. Actual Jedi robes, meaning he was a real life actual Jedi. That was a lot to deal with since she only learned Jedi were real and not some drug-induced story. The fact she was obviously staring at one now was kind of hard to come to terms with. But why were his robes green? Didn't Jedi wear brown robes? Maybe they had finally gotten some sense of aesthetics?

"Uh... hi?" She said after a moment. "I... heard you were rebuilding an old ship. I have experience with rebuilding salvage, so I thought I would come offer to help, if you want me."

She nervously pushed her hair out of her face again and bit her lip. Hardly the intimidating appearance of a bounty hunter, but she couldn't help it. These people were larger than life, far larger than any she had ever met before. Heroes who had fought in wars against the Sith. What had she done? Nothing.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren really really liked shipped. Was it that he didn’t believe [member="Kira Vaal"]? No, not quite, but there were so many claims that this ship, or that was THE Millennium Falcon, so lets call him a skeptic. But still, this one felt like it was something more. In the Force. Not much that Coren could do, save his Aing-Tii skills, but items definitely had a feeling to them, and this ship just felt… on?

“What’d it take to tow her here?” this ship… They could make it fly. He was a Starchaser, and there was one thing the family was good at, and that was getting things to fly. Already, ideas were crawling in his brain. Engines, taking the whole nav computer and trying to restore it, and then upgrade it with current charts. Apparently the ship was rumored to have three droid brains doing calculations, which made it fly so much smarter, and that was the secret to the speed.

Engines would do her well too, and some sensors package. See what was ahead before it got to you and just out run it.

The basic premise for Tachyon Rising.

[member="Kira Vaal"]