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IT IS A TIME OF GALACTIC WAR
Striking from their secret Yavin IV base, the Rebel Alliance has managed to destroy the supremely powerful Imperial DEATH STAR, bringing the bright spark of hope to a beleaguered galaxy.
But they are not the only heroes with the courage and sacrificing will to stand up to the still terrifyingly potent Imperial military. Across dozens of systems, brave men and women gather to strike back at the Empire with all their strength.
In the Estan System, one such Rebel group inhabits the hidden STARSHADOW BASE. But their battle cannot continue alone, and with the Alliance's recent victory, they have been able to answer the base's call for new recruits with a band of varied soldiers, technicians, pilots, spies and more. Their arrival at the base is timely, for commander TYJAK MORR already has a task for them in mind...
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The space outside Rika's Cockpit windows definitely wasn't as empty as space usually was. Thick clouds of gas and dust obscured her ability to see even clear star patterns, and the clouds weren't purely visual either; the scanners were being thrown all over the shop by electromagnetic and gravitic interference. She'd have almost been impressed by this as a choice for a rebel base, except she was pretty sure that it was no good for the paint work on her beloved U-Wing. Not that the U-Wing had been flown by Rika for long at all, but if she flew it, then it was her baby. That was the rule. Oh well... "Nav system says we're one minute out, broadcasting docking codes now..."
Not that the Rebel Alliance tolerated discrimination against aliens, but Liakazza the Wookie having the access codes to the base had seemed a little unusual. That said, the Wookie had give numerous polite assurances that the codes he had been entrusted in would be fine, and indeed, that they showed a commendable level of careful encryption and multi-layered program codes. Whoever had come up with them, in fact, might have been called a little paranoid... a minor observation the Spy kept to himself. No need to concern anyone unduly, of course.
The rest of the crew sat in the hold seats, and hearing Rika's call buckled themselves in for the landing, just in time for the U-WIng to smoothly glide the ship out of a cloud... and then abruptly roll to meet the gravitational field of the moonlet beneath them. Nobody had mentioned that this place would be so screwy, but it all seemed to look legitimate in the sense that only someone who definitely didn't want to be found would be. Plus that was definitely a pair of Rebel Y-Wings gliding out of the clouds to their left and right to escort the larger transport ship in. The ships hung back a bit, almost as if they were preparing to launch an attack on the new arrival's ship. Either these guys were nervous, or they were really, really careful...
"U-Wing, receive designate Delta 1/1, do you copy?" "Copy Y-Wing, reading your callsign as Alpha 2/1, that correct?" "That's right Delta 1/1, your codes all check out. Sending a landing flight path to you now. We'll see you inside. Watch out for the comm towers." With a distinct lack of Torpedo fire following it's aft trail, the U-Wing rolled and dived into a canyon zone that seemed to be a dead end, but for a minor cliffside opening, inside which landing lights flickered and signaled green for drop go. With a hiss of hydraulics and the thrum of repulsor systems adjusting to hanger floor density, the U-Wing came to a gentle rest. The hanger turned out to be a rather cavernous space, quite literally. A cave system held up by arcing pillars of natural rock, in between which sat Y-Wings, Z-95s, piles of equipment and fuelling stations, criss-crossing heavy duty power lines, and plenty of starship techs. As the door opened and the crew got out, they found that they had been met on the landing platform by a female Duros wearing a mechanics get-up, thoroughly stained through with use, and a serious looking young man in a featureless space operations get-up of jacket, pants and boots. Both were armed, though neither looked aggressive. That said, a few more Rebels were sat around on nearby cargo crates, all of them packing, and it was hard not to feel slightly put off by this kind of welcome. The Duros turned to the man and said "ship checks out, no trackers, and matches the details." The man nodded, and stepped forward.
"Alright, we're sorry for the... difficult welcome. But we take security pretty seriously around here, and for good reason. I'll need you all to sound off, make sure that your ID's check with what we've been given."
The man did look genuinely apologetic, but his tone and the blasters of the guys behind him didn't brook many arguments...
Striking from their secret Yavin IV base, the Rebel Alliance has managed to destroy the supremely powerful Imperial DEATH STAR, bringing the bright spark of hope to a beleaguered galaxy.
But they are not the only heroes with the courage and sacrificing will to stand up to the still terrifyingly potent Imperial military. Across dozens of systems, brave men and women gather to strike back at the Empire with all their strength.
In the Estan System, one such Rebel group inhabits the hidden STARSHADOW BASE. But their battle cannot continue alone, and with the Alliance's recent victory, they have been able to answer the base's call for new recruits with a band of varied soldiers, technicians, pilots, spies and more. Their arrival at the base is timely, for commander TYJAK MORR already has a task for them in mind...
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The space outside Rika's Cockpit windows definitely wasn't as empty as space usually was. Thick clouds of gas and dust obscured her ability to see even clear star patterns, and the clouds weren't purely visual either; the scanners were being thrown all over the shop by electromagnetic and gravitic interference. She'd have almost been impressed by this as a choice for a rebel base, except she was pretty sure that it was no good for the paint work on her beloved U-Wing. Not that the U-Wing had been flown by Rika for long at all, but if she flew it, then it was her baby. That was the rule. Oh well... "Nav system says we're one minute out, broadcasting docking codes now..."
Not that the Rebel Alliance tolerated discrimination against aliens, but Liakazza the Wookie having the access codes to the base had seemed a little unusual. That said, the Wookie had give numerous polite assurances that the codes he had been entrusted in would be fine, and indeed, that they showed a commendable level of careful encryption and multi-layered program codes. Whoever had come up with them, in fact, might have been called a little paranoid... a minor observation the Spy kept to himself. No need to concern anyone unduly, of course.
The rest of the crew sat in the hold seats, and hearing Rika's call buckled themselves in for the landing, just in time for the U-WIng to smoothly glide the ship out of a cloud... and then abruptly roll to meet the gravitational field of the moonlet beneath them. Nobody had mentioned that this place would be so screwy, but it all seemed to look legitimate in the sense that only someone who definitely didn't want to be found would be. Plus that was definitely a pair of Rebel Y-Wings gliding out of the clouds to their left and right to escort the larger transport ship in. The ships hung back a bit, almost as if they were preparing to launch an attack on the new arrival's ship. Either these guys were nervous, or they were really, really careful...
"U-Wing, receive designate Delta 1/1, do you copy?" "Copy Y-Wing, reading your callsign as Alpha 2/1, that correct?" "That's right Delta 1/1, your codes all check out. Sending a landing flight path to you now. We'll see you inside. Watch out for the comm towers." With a distinct lack of Torpedo fire following it's aft trail, the U-Wing rolled and dived into a canyon zone that seemed to be a dead end, but for a minor cliffside opening, inside which landing lights flickered and signaled green for drop go. With a hiss of hydraulics and the thrum of repulsor systems adjusting to hanger floor density, the U-Wing came to a gentle rest. The hanger turned out to be a rather cavernous space, quite literally. A cave system held up by arcing pillars of natural rock, in between which sat Y-Wings, Z-95s, piles of equipment and fuelling stations, criss-crossing heavy duty power lines, and plenty of starship techs. As the door opened and the crew got out, they found that they had been met on the landing platform by a female Duros wearing a mechanics get-up, thoroughly stained through with use, and a serious looking young man in a featureless space operations get-up of jacket, pants and boots. Both were armed, though neither looked aggressive. That said, a few more Rebels were sat around on nearby cargo crates, all of them packing, and it was hard not to feel slightly put off by this kind of welcome. The Duros turned to the man and said "ship checks out, no trackers, and matches the details." The man nodded, and stepped forward.
"Alright, we're sorry for the... difficult welcome. But we take security pretty seriously around here, and for good reason. I'll need you all to sound off, make sure that your ID's check with what we've been given."
The man did look genuinely apologetic, but his tone and the blasters of the guys behind him didn't brook many arguments...
This is basically a chance for you guys to describe your appearances, give your names and duties, make observations about the situation and the arrival etc.
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"Rika Flynn, you new Ace pilot, glad you brought my fanclub out to greet me, didn't realise I had them out in the boonies," she commented. Stepping forwards towards the armed rebels on the crates and shoving her backpack into one of their arms. Looking at the shocked man even as she demanded "you look keen, why don't you show me my room and where to get food and I'll get back to blue, dark and handsome when I wake up from my twelve hour beauty coma, I'm sure Rehma can brief you on the ships state," standing there and looking at the young rebel expectantly.
Her compound eyes began to adjust to the surroundings, and she briefly fiddled with her breathing apparatus during the while. She patted down her slightly flowing jacket - the concession she made to her traditional clothing of robes. Everything was in place. She soon regained her measured composure, and stood in file with the others. She began to confirm her ID when Rika made her own introduction. A moment or two after, she stepped forward. "This one i...my name is Kornay. I am happy to be of assistance however I can be." She stepped back into line, making a mental note that she needed to get the new pronouns down better.
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In addition to the pistol she was wearing fairly standard rim-world garb in tans and light browns with shirt and vest festooned with pockets and pouches for carrying small items, money, and equipment. She responded to the question of the one who had confronted the group in Rodese, "I'm Caldwee Norwa. I'm supposed to help you sort out some of your supply issues and help get you more of the equipment and gear you need."
He pretended to be busy as Rika approached and shoved her backpack at one of the other rebels hanging around. Ak-Jabb chuckled softly at Rika's demand, commenting to the young trooper "This one has spirit. You'd best do as she says."
The Gand and Rodian were strangers, but she greeted them the same way as they introduced themselves. This wasn't the roughest group she had seen in the Alliance, but certainly one of the more diverse. She spared a glance at the lieutenant next to her, trying to gauge his reaction.
Why was it so bright? Because you're a good guy now. The thought turns his stomach, he searches for pack for a pack of death sticks in his many pockets and compartments out of nervous habit before he remembers he quit. He exhales in disappointed growl.
It's weird being on team he thought, yawning and scratching under his chin with his claws. He'd always been a contractor before. After brushing the facial fur back away from the face It's important they see your face, he introduces himself with a roar and slight bow.
Fairly tall, with attractive features (for a human, anyway) and shoulder length hair the colour of lilacs from Naboo (not that she had ever seen one). She strides across the deck with long limbs encased in a matte black, form fitting combat jumpsuit and high boots. Caryse turns heads and draws stares, but its not clear if she ignores them, or is ignorant of them. She looks primed and ready to action, almost eager for it. With the badass confidence that all SpecForce troopers have. Keen observers will note, however, that the only wear and tear on her gear came from sitting in a jumpseat for hours.
"Caryse Mahan, SpecForce Commando...Sniper Specialist, reporting for duty!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. My name is Lieutenant Rho. I'm the intelligence and security officer on this base, and that means that if you want in our or out of this base, it's at my say so. This is nothing personal, simply a case of safety. When security gets screwed up, people die, and I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen." He stopped himself, and frowned a little. "...not that we're expecting anything like that in this situation. Everything has been cleared, which is just as well. The Commander already has a job for you, something that'll take a few different skillsets. Follow me, please."
The Lieutenant led them all through the cavern, moving around the rough, purplish grey rock and between clouds of ship hydraulic gases, stepping over various pieces of equipment. That this base was relatively well supplied was clear from the squadron of starfighters and shuttles, but they had clearly seen plenty of action. Blaster burns and lasers markings were clear on the plating of the Y-Wings the recruits walked under. This was definitely a front line posting.
Heading into a smaller tunnel with metal stairs, the Lieutenant took them into the main base. "You will be shown around following the briefing. I know you've had a long flight, but the Commander likes to keep his people kept up to speed on things asap. Stops anyone from working against a plan they don't know about." The base itself seemed to be quite extensive, if a little large for it's personnel. Despite that, it clearly had the look of a temporary structure erected on a long term basis, with exposed wiring to the lamp systems and basic door shutters. At the end of a dimly lit corridor, the team encountered a solid security door, which opened when Rho put a code into the pad with a smooth hiss. The room inside was plain and dark, with little furniture except for a large, flat holo-table in the middle, behind which sat three more individuals. Rho indicated that the team enter and sit.
The man opposite them was in his mid to late thirties, with short dark hair. He sat straight backed and eyed them all with a level gaze. This could only be commander Morr. Next to him was a Xexto male, fingers intwined in a complex mesh, leaning forward in his chair with a fiercely intelligent and scrutinising look in his eyes, more like a razor minded teacher than the pilot his flightsuit clearly showed. One the other side, a woman sat reading from a datapad. Her long hair was tied back in a businesslike bun, and beneath her tough work clothes she was fit and athletic. Her eyes flicked up to look at the team as they entered. The Commander smiled.
"Welcome to Starshadow base. I am Commander Morr, and I trust that you are all here of your own volition, fighters for the cause. But I'd be interested to know your opinions as to why you, specifically, are here..."
Feel free to speak to the Commander relatively openly. The Rebel Alliance has a somewhat loose attitude to command structure and the Commander has asked you for your opinion, insinuating how much knowledge you have about their situation in general
She realized then how clinical that sounded, and looked pensive for a second. "People I have met often tell me that I am too smart for my own good. They also follow me into danger willingly. I do not see reason to question their decisions." She then stepped back into line, giving someone else a spot on the floor.
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Following Kornay's introduction, he remained in his spot and let out a gruff "Finally caught a close up look at how the Empire operates. Don't much care for it, and I know my way around a fight."
(Generally assume Caldwee is speaking Rodese unless I specify otherwise)
"I am Caldwee Norwa as I told the man who met us off the ship. I am a procurer of goods and supplies, skilled as both a buyer and a seller of arms, equipment and many other things that might bring a profit or, as is the case now, will help the Rebellion. I am curious, when they sent me here I assumed you were having supply issues but your base so far seems fairly well stocked, all things considered. Of course every military operation is always looking to increase their supply lines and stocks of vital equipment especially the Rebellion, but I'm curious if there were a more pressing need for a new Quartermaster here than is immediately obvious."
She glanced back over her shoulder in the direction of the hanger before turning back to face the trio at the table. "From the looks of things, I'd say I'm here because you needed someone like me."
Upon meeting Commander Morr, she snaps off a salute and then stands at a loose parade rest. She turns her gaze towards the Commander and the Lt., trying to observe any behaviors that are notable...a habit she picked up in her youth, useful when selecting marks for cons or robbery.
"Caryse Mahan, reporting for duty, ma'am. Why am I here? I assume you requested a crack shot from Alliance High Command. They sent me. All I need is a target."
"I need my estimation, based on research on my compatriots histories..." One of you might note you never really GAVE Liakkazza files on your histories. "I'm here to make sure these muscle heads don't leave a breadcrumb trail back to the honeypot."
"I learned in the Shadowlands when you hunt beasts and serpents of it's not enough to strike fast and hard. One must also take care to walk lightly and leave no trace."
"Oh, is this round two of the meet and greet? I'm Rika Flynn, I won multiple racing championships and then some corrupt Empire goon locked my family up on trumped up charges for not throwing a race, at least I think that was why, regardless I'm here now, on the good guys team, with our fabulous taste in jackets and terrible taste in cooks," she said glibbly. Eyes darting for a second to see if she got a reaction from anyone before settling down again. Honestly not caring if anyone found her funny or not. She was the best they could muster in raw talent, anything else was secondary and she knew it.
Komay sees that the troops here seem enthusiastic and energised at their jobs. This place is informal and a bit messy, but the people move with a purpose when they are ordered and seem to display initiative. No further benefits or disadvantages, you just get a feel for the psychological state of the place
Rehma sees that the base has is pretty simple in terms of equipment, mostly carved rock with the occasional gantry, metal stair frame and so on. It seems to be as well maintained as possible, but you definitely think with your triumph that there's a sense of a lack of base technical staff. The important stuff is looked after and the other stuff basically has to wait, with a bit of a mess caused from things piling up. Your one threat marker means that you're at a single black dice for the next mechanical roll you make to use base equipment, as you find their inventory bewildering and messy. Your triumph, however, means two blue boost dice for a roll to try and re-inventorise, take some time to learn how things are laid out, which will have it's own benefits and mitigate that black dice.
Ak-Jabb hasn't seen enough of the base to determine whether it is good against enemy assault. It's a large facility and so far, he's not seen enough. But he does get an advantage, which means you can tell that it's definitely been laid out to be hidden rather than protected against heavy bombardment. When you were coming in you saw terrain which would provide more protection, but leave the base more exposed to detection. Whether it's good against a direct ground assault, though, you don't know.
Caldwee is successful, and I'll add that into the conversation below.
Caryse notes that the base seems to have a number of aliens you've never seen before here. These aliens are short, perhaps four feet tall, furred rodents with large eyes and clever hands. They seem to be working with other personnel and are relatively numerous compared to the other aliens you've seen around, which are present but are heavily outnumbered by humans. You can tell these aliens seem very energetic and focused on their task, which they are taking to with great gusto, and that they seem to speak basic, albeit poorly. Their demeanour is helpful and enthusiastic to all, could be useful if you need help in the future with things. She also notices that the base has a number of Y-Wings and Z-95s, the latter being an older version of the X-Wing, essentially. These guys are definitely not flying the most modern of starfighters right now, which is unusual.
She also successfully cases Rho. His stance reminds her of nothing so much as an Imperial Officer cadre from the inner system, and his short cropped hair and neat if plain uniform suggest much the same. There's a lot about this guy which reminds you of any Imperial Officer you might seem, in fact, and he almost seems to deliberately suppress it. He also seems to be very careful and aware, sitting with his back to the wall and holding his datapad in such a way that nobody can see it. Unfortunately, he seems to notice you casing him out. Whether this is a good or bad thing in the future you don't know, but it does make you feel a little nervous as he now seems to exude a quietly dangerous air. Take two black dice to your next check involving him, and also preventing you noticing anything about the others.
Liakazza successfully deceives Rho. I can't really think of a downside to this, anything come to mind?
Morr leant forward, and cracked a smile. "Interesting answers, but good ones as far as I'm concerned. I don't mind why you fight, so long as you do.
Well, the truth is that this is somewhat of a test. Less of yourselves, and more the Alliance in general. See, I never really trusted that the Alliance was safe to deal with. Oh, Mon Mothma and Organa were definitely well meaning, don't get me wrong. But there's well meaning and there's secure, and the two don't always overlap. A lot of leaks. Lot of dead agents. We..." he frowned, and glanced at the Xexto next to him, who's expressive eyes sharpened somewhat aggressively. "...well, we had dealings in the past. They didn't always go great. I'm hoping with recent successes, though, things have changed. The whole Death Star situation took some impressive work even before the starfighters flew in, and the acquisition of those plans was an intelligence masterstroke." Morr stood up, stretching his shoulders. "Point is, I want us to get closer to the Alliance and you're how that'll happen. There's a lot we can offer each other."
Caldwee made a slight movement of the hand, and Morr nodded at the Rodian to speak. "Commander, this is all well and good, but I do see why you requested us in particular. Our skills are varied and complex, but do not necessarily correspond to your operations." The man sat back down. "You're right, but that's not why you're here. We need people who can take unusual selections of skills and forge them together into a squad that can be more than the sum of it's parts. Do all the parts of a job, and get out successfully. Fly, discover, trade, deal, fight, steal... a team that can handle any mission, given some time and resources. The war is changing, and the Rebel Alliance needs groups like that to really hit the Imperials while they're reeling, and give the rest of us the chance to hit them again, twice as hard."
Tugging his shirt sleeves a little in what seemed like a habitual quirk, the commander finished his little speech. "And there's the pep talk for you all. I'm going to pass you all onto the Lieutenants here now. We've got a juicy new mission to welcome you in with." He paused. "Unless you have any questions before we go on?"
Caryse asks the question of Morr, but still keeps her eye on Rho. That one bears some watching, she thinks...
I believe in their language they are the Chik."
He growls.
"We are to expect no reinforcements or rescues if our plans fail, then? That is what I am taking from your address."
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He rubbed his eyes with his hand, and suddenly looked very tired. "The thing is, slaving operations have been stepped up all across the region. We're losing our ability to make a significant dent on things like starship production, bacta extration processes on Thyferra, that sort of thing. We need new people, but we've got to be careful. If we expand without thinking, then we'll get caught out and this base will be flooded with Stormtroopers. Can't help anyone if we're rotting in some Imperial detention cell. Jobs like the reorganisation of our inventory have been left to long, and by the way, feel free to take a look at that, but not at the cost of our operation security."
The commander looked up then, over his own hand, with eyes that had quickly sharpened. "...Which is probably something worth mentioning. You all knew what you were in for when you joined the Alliance, and this isn't a soft posting. Fighting the Empire is a long career choice and there's no backing out this far in. Especially when you've seen our base, it's location and operations. I won't be throwing you out there without the support I can give, where I can give it, but a the same time, welcome to the real fight kids. You don't like it, then you'd best get tough and quick. As your quartermaster here says, there are few dull careers around this base."
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"I can get started on that reorganization immediately."
The Lieutenant tapped his datapad, and the room lights dimmed as the holo-table in front of them lit up, showing a technical readout of an elegant, blade-shaped starfighter.
"The main duties of this base often centre around starfighter attack and air superiority. We strike Imperial shipyards, disable slave vessels and rescue those on boards, attack convoys and such. Of course, this places a heavy burden on our Starfighter Pilots, who need all the help they can get. In the past, we've been forced to rely on Y-Wings and modified Z-95 Headhunters to do this job. There are downsides to staying out in the cold, and one of them is a lack of more advanced, modern fighters. We do have the plans for building X-Wings now, and we'd like to do that as soon as possible, but it's expensive and we don't nearly have the facilities to get started right now. Y-Wings and Z-95s just aren't cutting it against the increased force protection squadrons we've been seeing." The Xexto laughed, interrupting for the first time. "Victims of our own damned success eh Rho? My pilots are the best, we've well and truly kicked their bloody nest with our hits!" He laughed again, seemingly unconcerned by the implication of his own words.
Rho coughed. "...Err, quite. As the Flight Leftenant said, we can take a degree of satisfaction in forcing this change of Imperial doctrine on a local level. But it doesn't make our lives easier. We need faster, more deadly Starfighters. Now, looking forward and building the newest models is one answer, but it has come to our attention we may have other options." He gestured at the hologram. "This is the Aethersprite 7B Starfighter. Clone War tech, used specifically by the Jedi Order as well as elite Republic pilots. Two decades old, but cutting edge then and still top of the curve now, especially with a few modifications. They were too expensive to put into general production and so remained pretty rare throughout the wars." He tapped the pad again, showing a blocky transport ship with a serial number clearly stamped on the prow.
"This is the transport vessel designate Republic TV/SC-14591. Towards the end of the Clone Wars, it was loaded with 12 new model Aethersprites on the way to outer rim territories in order to provide reinforcements to a Republic Battlegroup operating in the Galactic South. It left Corellia with a small escort, taking the latest designs for field testing with a full hold of spare parts, Astromech Droids designed for specialist integration, everything needed to run a full squadron in field test operations against a live-fire enemy. Except it never made it. Records show that the Escorts were discovered derelict, systems scrubbed, no crew and signs of battle damage when they arrived in the Sullust System, but TV/SC-14591 disappeared without a trace. It was assumed lost to pirate activity or enemy sabotage, but Republic Intelligence closed their files on the matter. Things of other importance were happening, after all."
A third tap, showing a grainy image of the inside of a massive ground hanger with open sides, beyond with a rocky desert stretched to the horizon. In the far corner sat a large vessel, with a tarpaulin tied down over it, which was slightly pulled back, revealing TV/SC-14 in faded letters, with the rest obscured. "This is vid footage taken from a contracted vessel we captured a galactic month ago running Bacta from the Thyferra system to an ISB black operations base in the Outer Rim. It seems the Captain was dealing with all manner of unsavoury individuals in the Sector and kept his sensors running at all times to make sure his back was protected. When we grabbed the ship, the crew abandoned and they scrubbed the drives. All we could recover was this, with a timestamp we estimate to be in the last twelve month. No connecting nav data."
The holo-table dimmed and the lights in the room re-restored. Rho turned to the team. "To be clear, there is a two decade old Republic Military Transport ship sat in the hanger of some sort of outer rim crime lord, which seems to match the designation of a vessel that went missing with a hold full of top-end Interceptors and all the relevant gear. This is potentially exactly the asset we need, and Flight Leftenant Gennik here-" The Xexto slammed his hand down on the table, cutting the Lieutenant short again "those Aethersprites are damn good ships. Damn good! And we can make them even better! With one of those under me I could blast half the damn Imperial Starfighter corps to the Unknown Regions and back again before I even had breakfast, never mind a whole squadron! I want them, and you're going to get them for us." Rho rolled his eyes again, and continued. "Yes, thank you Gennik." We thing we have a contact who was aware of the operations of the Silent Entrepreneur, that's the ship we captured. Your mission is to identify and meet the contact, verify the data, find out where this ship is, determine if the Aethersprites are on board still, and if they are, steal the whole lot any way you can." His face broke into a smile, the first they'd seen on his handsome young features. "Sound exciting enough for you?"
Secondly: Let us assume that the ship and its cargo are intact, and we reach it. Can we adequately pilot and maneuver a ship of that size without specialists? I freely admit that the intricacies of flying anything larger than a snubfighter are out of my skill set, but I would appreciate clarification."
She straightened her back for a minute. "Regardless of the answers, I volunteer for the assignment."
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"Either way, if these fighter are as important to this group as you say, I'm in as well."
"I do believe our good commander, proposes...."
*The wookie's eyes widens with child like glee*
He pounds the desk and roars, "A heist!" With overly dramatic flourish
She nodded her understanding to the Lt. and waited to be dismissed.
He waited a moment to let his concerns sink in, but continued before anyone could respond. "That said, if you want us to check it out, we'll check it out."
He slid a pad across the table. On it was a young man, his handsome face somewhat tough and beaten in demeanour, though there was still a spark of defiance to his dark Corellian eyes.
"This man is Daro Kesyk, a smuggler who once worked as a crewman on the Ruthless Edge, that's the slave ship we boarded. Seems like he needed to pay some debts, but dropped off the roster because he didn't like the business he was in. It was this guy we originally got the tip from, led us to the strike and the information, but I think he caught a bit of backwash from that and now he's not responding to any of our contact's calls. He's on Estan III, looks like he's recently acquired a ship and is looking for work. Find him, get anything you can about the Ruthless Edge, see if he can put any kind of location on this image."
Across the table, the woman spoke for the first time. "Kesyk is a bit nervous about dealing with us, but he's not a bad man. There's something in him that wants to help us, so I suggest you try playing on that. He isn't an incompetent smuggler, and he does have a ship from what I hear. We could use a guy like that. But when you're in the field, you do what you feel is best to get that info."
The briefing essentially over, the officers all stood up to leave. "You guys should take some time to bunk in, get to know the base, plan your operation. But the sooner we get this looked into the better. There's no reason to think anyone else knows about this, but at the same time, doesn't hurt to make sure we're first in line." Rho nodded "especially as the capturing of the Ruthless Edge could make whoever it was dealing with nervous. Any questions?"
"If that's all sir?" she asked, hoping to finally be able to get a the first real period of rest since she got here.
Once out, Caryse makes an effort to get to know her new teammates better, whether its a meal or general chit-chat about their new base and mission. She also makes sure to check out her new quarters and stash her meagre, non mission critical gear. She also makes it a point to find the range, and whatever facilities Starshadow base has for supplies and weapon maintenance/fiddling.
When it comes time to plan for the mission, Caryse has a bit of history with roaming the streets of a major starport but will defer to the less respectable members of her team in that area.
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Taking after Ak-Jabb, she also grabbed a (smaller) drink and joined him at the table before turning to Kornay with an expectant look on her face after the Gand's announcement.