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[Lorcan]

Yep, crashing the station they'd just worked hard to get.

Did it make a whole lot of sense? To Lorcan it actually did. The station itself was something he was told to remove because it was an obstacle for one reason or another; probably because the smugglers weren't playing ball with someone he answered to, something like that. Which meant, as Tiamat said, that they didn't really receive orders with what to actually DO with the station once it stopped being a problem.

"Way I see it, we don't need it and if we leave it empty, some other group of karkheads is just gonna take it." He grinned wider, tapping his helmet where it sat atop the corpse's head, "So lets drop it on some other heads."

He grinned wider and moved over to a set of controls and started typing away. It wouldn't even take much to fling the thing down actually. Only tricky part was that it didn't actually have engines so they were going to need to get creative. Ah! If they vented the air, at such a point, they could give it a nudge with his ship as well and guide it down! He grinned wider.

"You know who I really don't like?"

He programmed the system to release the atmosphere at the right time to coincide with the station's orbit around the planet bringing it to a place of Lorcan's choosing.

"Tuskens. Never could figure out the language - too much palm movement and not enough finger-work." he declared with finality, "Kark them and their wiggly hand language."

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[Darth Tiamat]

She agreed with his point about others coming onboard to make it their own and then that would have been a wasted effort, not to mention, they would have just done the work for someone else. Tiamat was not about that whatsoever. Standing at the door, she leaned against the wall for a moment while Lorcan typed away, overriding the failsafe algorithms on the station to keep it from falling from orbit or at least make the station do what they wanted while tricking the protections from it falling apart. She hoped he knew what he was doing, so far even with the sketchy and flamboyant ideas, they seemed pretty solid.

A mental note was taken if she ever needed someone in a high risk mission, Lorcan would be at the top of her list.

He spoke again, asking possibly rhetorically about someone he does not like; Tiamat fed into the question, asking him who he does like, which she wondered how long that list was given his work. Though she was taken aback with the mention of Tusken Raiders, and his reasoning seemed just as irrational to the point where it elicited a smirk from the Sith woman.

"Wiggly hand language..." she laughed, finding the description possibly the most humorous in what felt like ages. When he was done with the positioning sequence, she headed out the door back to the hanger where they had started. She still carried a weapon at hand just in case anymore surprises sprouted their heads around the station.

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[Lorcan]

Lorcan stood by his description of the Tusken language without a single word of explanation because it didn’t matter to him if Tiamat agreed with him or if she just found it funny. To be fair, they did always look dumb as shrak standing there wiggling their hands at people and grunting. That had been the extent of his actual interaction with Tuskens though, since he usually took advantage of the opportunity that them taking a break from fighting to grunt and wave sticks around tended to make.

Seriously, who took the time to start yelling and waving a stick around in a gunfight?

People who probably deserved a little bit of genocide, that was who! Also, he vaguely recalled that they were rapists and murderers of local humans and other species. Kidnappings and the like were kind of, well, weirdly common. So kark em, right? That made them acceptable targets?

Ah who was he kidding – he didn’t give a shite about how acceptable they were.

Heading back to the hanger, he whistled a little tune of some sea-space-shanty he half remembered. Arriving back at the hanger without issue, he called out to the crew of his ship.

“Thing 1! Thing 2! Prep the ship for take off!” he commanded them imperiously, “Thing A, get the tractor beam warmed up too, we’re going to be tugging at something bigger than that short stumpy thing you call a dick today boy!”

His crew snapped into motion though one of them, a human male who’s name Lorcan didn’t care to learn, piped up.

“Boss, why are we Things? We got names.”

Lorcan tutted.

“Thing 1, you’re now demoted to Thing 2. Thing 2, you’re the new Thing 1. Make sure you don’t displease me like your predecessor.” He looked to Tiamat with a shake of his head, “Honestly, some crew members think they can back talk. I finally understand why you Sith do the, you know…”

He made a choking hand gesture.

“Used to think it was just Vader’s fetish or something.”

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[Darth Tiamat]

The station was quiet and Tiamat preferred it as so, in fact, she would have been plenty irritated if another smuggler popped up from no where on this blasted station. There was plenty of time for any survivors to leave, one had to be a complete idiot to stick around. Though it was a fact there were plenty of those in the galaxy.

Lorcan had been whistling something and Tiamat swore there had to be about 20 tunes all in a couple strings of line he was whistling. Her eyes followed between the two ship hands who seemed to be a bit dull while they questioned their titles with Lorcan. The woman shook her head, "Best just do what he says." she grumbled as she walked up the ramp of the ship, letting out a long sigh and taking off her helmet.

She found her way back to the cockpit, readying for take off and to watch the finale of their mission.

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[Lorcan]

"You see? You see?!"

Lorcan gestured to Tiamat with both hands, framing her with both hands as though she had just won some kind of prize or something similar. He was reasonably sure he'd seen a presenter of some holonet quiz gesturing like that toward prizes before when they were revealed.

"She's been on the ship with us for, like, half a day and she already knows how to make me happy. You guys need to step up your game."

Whatever.

Getting into the pilot's seat, Lorcan fired up the engines and started for the outside. Escaping a doomed space station sounded a lot cooler than just "taking off and lazily flying away" but they were the same thing in effect. Still, turning the ship around to point the nose at the space station just as it was started to trail down into the atmosphere, he nodded to Thing 2.

"Thing 2, the tractor beam!"

There was a pause where no one did anything.

"Boss... this ship doesn't have a tractor beam."

Lorcan blinked in silence a few times before sighing and instead launching every weapon he had at the station instead. It would landed roughly where they wanted it to and it would have the added bonus of being on fire.

"Shut up Thing 3..."

/End Thread?

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