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It was a day like any other day. There was crime to be done, Shyra's quote by the way. Laying on a stack of boxes, feet up in the air on one of the higher ones the dark haired Underlord enjoyed a well earned nap, while Retrade Enforcers and Laymen loaded some other boxes. He'd woken up at around 0530 hours and spent several hours arranging smuggling shipments and handling the initial work around the Base. With Jack and him agreeing that it would be brought back to 100% there was little time to be wasted, and Shyra wasn't there so it was up to him to help out.

The VAB was a cool spot, but truth be told Yuri didn't spend that much time on it, mostly in passing nowadays. Recently he spent a lot of time on Corellia and the Daedalus, setting up his company and everything, business trips here and there. But now that he had been told that Shyra was on a job he stepped up, and with MOSAIC's help, ran the base.

Right now, well in the afternoon by Coruscant time, as he was waiting for lunch to be delivered the man who recently won some pocket change in an arena on Tatooine enjoyed a quick 15, maybe a 20, minute nap. With his trusty droid on top of things him slacking of a bit wasn't that big of an issue. Also since Yuri was Yuri, a few of the younger guys figured they wouldn't disturb him with news that an old friend was gonna show up.

So he simply enjoyed the short break while Krix loaded some ammo crates in to the Copperhead, armor piercing rounds for the the L.A.W.S rifle Yuri used. Speaking of which the rugged man that was Commander Sharp had some important meetings coming up, launching a few new swoop models was on the agenda. Though it wasn't a terribly important issue, he could attend via holo as well. What was important on Corellia however were two things, the Reapers and his little project...
 

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The large hangar was more than big enough for the Haranov-class gunship to idle in. That being said, it managed to take up a healthy portion of the main area of the hangar, an area typically reserved for short-term drop-offs. The gentle whock whock whock of the engines died down, settling onto the durasteel deck. The repulsors alone kicked up a gentle breeze in the hangar, most likely enough to wake Yuri from his nap upon the crates.

The forward airlock opened, and the ship's crew exited, one of them shouting in Yuri's direction, "Oi! Sharp! This one's yours!"

Moments later the whirr of engines and the gentle mechanical buzzing of one Basilisk War Droid screamed into the hangar, skidding to a halt. It's claws skidding noisily on the hangar bay deck. Astride its shoulder joint was a Mandalorian Warrior, female made clear by her chest plate. Her black and orange armour made only all the more impressive by the manner in which she stepped off the hulking droid. Gently tapping on its haunch, Shyra smiled as she hooked her thumb underneath her helmet and lifted it off, grinning smugly at Yuri.

"Staring at something, Sharp?"
 

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Hearing all the commotion Yuri's eyes barely opened, after all he was pretty used to sleeping in loud places so this didn't bother his that much, though it certainly woke him up. And what a sight he was greeted with, a Mandalorian ship that he was previously looking at, during his brief stay on Mandalor. One of Shyra's crew members addressed the still drowsy Sharp who blinked a few times, and required a few seconds to fully compute what the man was saying, that ship was his now? Where, what, how? Wait wait wait, his ship?

Pushing against the crates he tried to stand up, and just as he was getting comfortable, the man rose to a sitting position and allowed himself a long yawn, arms stretching out as he woke up. Casually, still half asleep, he observed the badass looking Mandalorian spacecraft. He certainly liked it. What followed next however certainly surprised the big guy. With a lot of noise something that Yuri had only heard about entered the hangar. Blinking while he stared at it Yuri wasn't sure what to think.

A Basilisk War Droid, and a woman was piloting it. As she removed her helmet and revealed her identity Yuri blinked a few times, staring at the woman, but not saying anything. His eyes shifted from left to right, from Basilisk War Droid to Shyra, when suddenly Yuri's eyes widened in shock, his finger pointing at Shyra. Clearly a little bit of acting was involved here, reminiscent of Joey Tribiani from friends. "You didn't!?!"

To add to the dramatic effect the man pulled away from Shyra just a tiny bit before he sat back down and awaited a reply. What in the blue hell had happened. How long was he asleep?
 

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"I did," Shyra laughed, patting the leg of her droid and then pointed to a corner of the hangar. Obediently, the droid walked over towards the door, lying down next to it, as though a cat, bored and waiting for something interesting to do. Meanwhile Shyra walked over to Yuri. It was abundant she had received something, training, gifts from on-high, and disproportionally good luck, as shown by her beskar'gam, rifle tucked under her cape, held in place by magnetic locks between her shoulder blades. Perhaps the pistol fixed into a leather holster low on her thigh. Either way, it was abundantly clear that Shyra had spent her past few weeks being a busy girl.

"Let's just say, if you fly a Mandalorian gunship like this," Shyra nodded to the Haranov-class gunship, "through a space dock at eighty percent thrust without clearance, you turn heads..."

"So what've you been doing? Being useless, as always?"
 

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"Of course I'm being useless! Haha, just preparing for a few little jobs. You know, racing, beating up people. Expanding this little thing you and I joined." In reality Yuri was sort of telling the truth, he would be participating in the IGRC, also he'd participate in the Grand Tournament on Corellia... but most importantly he'd be looking to nab some big time property from the Galactic Alliance for himself and the Retrade very soon. After all even if some people didn't want to admit it, the Alliance was doomed. And in no small part due to the Ona'bak Retrade.

So as he stood up and approached the Mandalorian Warrior that was Shyra Dervish Yuri walked beside her and gave her a hug. "I gotta go though. Seems like I got a new ship. Need to christen it... RFV Dervish, yeah sounds about right. See ya around partner..." With those words the man continued forward, walking towards the Haranov-class gunship of MandalMotors that was being prepped for him, while his Copperhead and the Hansa awaited orders for take-of. It was time to say goodbye to a good and old friend. But perhaps this one wasn't forever.
 
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