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The small sounds of tinkering filled the cargo hold of the ship as Vesper worked, content to let the autopilot cruise them into the refueling station on Kessel. If someone would’ve told Vesper even just yesterday that she’d be responsible for transporting one of the most dangerous beings alive into Jedi custody she would have cracked up laughing.. But, lo and behold, her she was doing just that. At least she had time during the flight to rig up a few things that would make her feel just a touch safer being in his presence.
The Warlord Szebat was currently laying on his back on a durasteel table that was bolted into the floor of the ship with sturdy, industrial steel bolts about two inches across at the head. His arms - his only real remaining limbs - were fastened to the table with strong, magnetically sealed clamps at the wrist, elbow and upper shoulder. His legs were the same, one on the lower nubs near his knees and one higher up on his thighs. Vesper had even taken the further precaution and placed a restraint over Szebat’s throat and forehead, too. That plus the two neural inhibitors jammed into the side’s of his scaly skull should be more than enough to keep the Warlord pacified, or at least that was Vesper’s hope.
Feeling the ship descend, Vesper assumed they must have arrived at the refueling station and begun docking. It didn’t take but a few moments for the ship to settle into its nesting area, the sound of liquid fuel being pumped into the engines somewhat soothing. They were halfway to their destination now, which meant Vesper would be getting off this freighter and putting Szebat onto a more secure, guarded vessel for final arrival in Jedi territory. She wasn’t entirely sure what they would do with the lizardman but she also didn’t really care. She wasn’t a Jedi and that wasn’t her department. The daughter of the Mandalorian prime minister had done her part in helping, the rest was up to the monks with light swords.
Standing up, Vesper took out a small belt of round, spherical looking devices and handed it to her guard droid Frasier. “If I send you the signal, I want you to activate this belt and hug that giant lizard like he was your momma.” She said to Fraizer, turning away from and making her way towards the exit of the ship. Vesper had no idea if the Sith even know that their Warlord had been captured, but in the event that they did and had managed to find her, she wanted to be prepared.
“Yes Miss Vesper.”
“You’re a good friend, Frazier. I’ll see you soon hopefully.”
“Stay safe, Miss Vesper.”
Stepping off the ship, Vesper looked around for a refreshment stand or some sort of food place. She was still wearing her armor and had her normal kit of weapons strapped to their various places, and with her wits about her it was unlikely even some stalwart assassin would get the jump on her.
Never know, though. She’d been surprised before.
@Chask274
The Warlord Szebat was currently laying on his back on a durasteel table that was bolted into the floor of the ship with sturdy, industrial steel bolts about two inches across at the head. His arms - his only real remaining limbs - were fastened to the table with strong, magnetically sealed clamps at the wrist, elbow and upper shoulder. His legs were the same, one on the lower nubs near his knees and one higher up on his thighs. Vesper had even taken the further precaution and placed a restraint over Szebat’s throat and forehead, too. That plus the two neural inhibitors jammed into the side’s of his scaly skull should be more than enough to keep the Warlord pacified, or at least that was Vesper’s hope.
Feeling the ship descend, Vesper assumed they must have arrived at the refueling station and begun docking. It didn’t take but a few moments for the ship to settle into its nesting area, the sound of liquid fuel being pumped into the engines somewhat soothing. They were halfway to their destination now, which meant Vesper would be getting off this freighter and putting Szebat onto a more secure, guarded vessel for final arrival in Jedi territory. She wasn’t entirely sure what they would do with the lizardman but she also didn’t really care. She wasn’t a Jedi and that wasn’t her department. The daughter of the Mandalorian prime minister had done her part in helping, the rest was up to the monks with light swords.
Standing up, Vesper took out a small belt of round, spherical looking devices and handed it to her guard droid Frasier. “If I send you the signal, I want you to activate this belt and hug that giant lizard like he was your momma.” She said to Fraizer, turning away from and making her way towards the exit of the ship. Vesper had no idea if the Sith even know that their Warlord had been captured, but in the event that they did and had managed to find her, she wanted to be prepared.
“Yes Miss Vesper.”
“You’re a good friend, Frazier. I’ll see you soon hopefully.”
“Stay safe, Miss Vesper.”
Stepping off the ship, Vesper looked around for a refreshment stand or some sort of food place. She was still wearing her armor and had her normal kit of weapons strapped to their various places, and with her wits about her it was unlikely even some stalwart assassin would get the jump on her.
Never know, though. She’d been surprised before.
@Chask274