Sith space, realspace
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The ship's engine rumbled as they detached from the rest of the standing fleet and headed their own way, the pilot typing in the hyperspace coordinates as Veles looked out the window. This had been an easy and safe place to meet up, and their destination was decently far, so it was nice to get some rest beforehand. What was not so nice was the fact that they'll be cutting through FWA space, even if they were going to be in hyperspace. Who knew what kind of technology fleets had nowadays? Pulling a shuttle out of hyperspace couldn't be that hard.
"Lord Veles, we are ready to engage hyperdrive." The pilot's cool, calm and collected voice buzzed in through their comms, his demeanor so intoxicatingly confident that it practically dripped out of the device. Veles had met him before they boarded, as he prefers to personally meet every single person that will be piloting him over such large distances. The guy had been snobbish and elitist about his craft, and the only reason Veles hadn't chucked him into space was because he was the only pilot available on that ship who had done this route before.
The road from Sith space on the Northern side to Sith space on the Southern side was not always easy, as was the case with such large distances. Plotting the hyperdrive course was a challenge as it was.
"Whenever you're ready, Captain." The stars out the window suddenly turned to streaks and the craft picked up speed. Once it was in hyperspace, Veles unbuckled his belt and rose from his seat to stretch.
"Caf?" he asked his new apprentice, pouring some for himself into a mug with a picture of him riding a rancor at a zoo. Underneath was the text "FUN TIMES AT CORUSCANT LEVEL 3245 ZOO" in sparkly green text. He realized only when he'd already taken a sip, and he silently shifted it so that the blank back faced Altair.
The ship rumbled slightly, sending a small splash off caf out of his cup and onto the floor, and Veles raised an eyebrow, cocking his head toward the cockpit. It rumbled again, this time hard enough to make him stumble a bit, and then suddenly the pilot's voice buzzed into the comms again.
"Sorry, hit a Mynock," he declared sheepishly.
@Sreeya