Brains of an Engineer are the Needs of the Universe

[Rev]

((Posting order once we get to Coruscant: Myself, Crimson, Synlidwirh, Kassa, Spartan, Dduron, Samara))

Traask had for the first time been called in for necessity by the Empire. It would be his first experience working with the famed faction, and he hoped it wouldn't be his last. He relaxed into the pilot seat of his famed ship, the Siryn's Call, playing with a few dials and system diagnostics before coming out of hyperspace. Reaching up the the would-be dashboard he grabbed his widely brimmed hat, plopping its well broken in shape on his head. The ship broke from autopilot and he took hold of the yoke, maneuvering the ship around a few asteroids before Bastion finally came into view.

The atmosphere built the planet into a glowing gem. The mixture of rich bright colors from yellow, orange, to a dark red caught his eye; it'd been his first time on the planet; but he somehow felt he knew it well. The coordinates for the meeting point began to fill his navi-computer and the ship began to do it's own work for the landing process. It wouldn't be long and he'd be landing on the former Imperial Remnant's capital world. The ships navi-computer would chime out and the landing ramp would begin it's lowering process. He was to meet with a Captain within the Empire; Mistal was the only name given to him. That was only found out after a long hour of decyphering the message back to it's owner; the Empire were still as secret and willing to hide knowledge as they'd ever been. Squeezing the duster around his body a little tighter as he exited the ship he went through his usual routine of closing it up. He was to meet at the neck of the mountain range that was before him to exchange the bounty information. Minutes would pass and he'd find himself at the bottleneck, he didn't like waiting; but Imperial pay was worth it.

 

[Syn]

Mistral sat on his speeder as he waited looking out and then when he was told the ship had appeared and got up as he dusted himself off and placed a hand on his swords hilt with the other on his belt as his finger was hooked and he relaxed looking for the private he was sending on the mission. He didn't know much and he didn't need to, the man would preform his duties to the best he could. That was all he could ask and he would be there the entire time to make sure in case something went wrong. They had to act as bounty hunters and so he had told the man to ditch standard issues and go for rugged as he checked his side arm and spoke into a comlink. "Private where are you? The ship is here."

 

[Rev]

Traask stared into the distance, unable to come to a conclusion as to the Sith Captain's whereabouts. Perhaps he got the information wrong.. Huffing in a breath of the Bastion air he started walking towards his own ship before spotting a speeder parked in the distance. Exhaling in frustration he began his long walk to the parked vehicle, minutes later he'd come up to it's side, both of his blasters drawn and pointed at the Captain within.

"Mistral.."

His voice was direct and cold, if he hinted at a different answer his fingers which lightly pulled on the triggers would fulfill their job. At this range either blast would be a kill shot, and at the man's answer he'd holster them both.

"..I dont like waiting, time is credits; Captain."

He'd think a man of his rank would know such a thing. However, he knew complications were known to arise at times. Pulling the brim of his hat up some to reveal his face to the Sith he gave him a slight nod.

"Traak Nadill, at your service."

 

[Syn]

Mistral turned and looked at the man as he spoke with a grin and looked at the guns. "Sorry, a complication arose, it looks like it will be just you and me for this mission. So shall we go as you have said time is credits." Slowly Mistral moved as he went towards his speeder to load it into the ship for the mission as he grinned. "When we get there your mission to to make a decent distraction for me to work on grabbing the target."

 

[Rev]

Traask assisted in the loading of the speeder into his ship, it was almost too large, but fit perfectly. As his listened to Mistral speak his body language almost forced him to shake his head at the Captain.

"I think it would be best if I led the target back to my ship for 'repairs.' You can grab her then."

He remembered reading in the file sent over she was an Alliance supporter and regarded the Sith as enemies. At least the Captain was smart enough to not wear his uniform to even more alert the woman to his affiliation.

"Here.."

He led the Captain to the cockpit, pointing at the co-pilot chair which acted as little more than a seat. It could be a useful position if they needed it and Traask activated the systems to the rarely used position.

"I'd think it best if we draw as little attention to the mark as possible. She works with the Alliance and might know how the Empire works. If we can get her into the ship; she wont get off it."

He jerked his head in the direction of two assault drones that hovered past the cockpit, tucking into the cargo hold before going dark. They knew the ship better than Traask, and he designed it.

 

[Syn]

Mistral grinned as he sat down and didn't touch down as he spoke looking at the screens and made sure his swords were secured as he took out a detonator that wasn't armed and stripped it until all that worked was the light and slid it under his vest as he spoke. "A back up plan if we need too, I don't want an incident to make the Alliance suspect anything. So I hope your as good as your boasting cause my superiors aren't nice like I am and it will be both our hides on the line."

 

[Michael Scott]

"Wait!" Roger yelled as he jumped off his speeder, "hang on!"

Roger finally made it after being held up after his shift. It was non-essential information, but his Lieutenant thought it was necessary to inform the guards of all incoming manifests. Roger actually stole a speeder after taking the time to change into civilian attire and left an unopened envelope of 1,000,000 credits in it's place. He had another ten million waiting for the bounty hunter, who would most likely be irritated at him; but Roger feared nothing except for his Sith commander. He knocked twice on the hull and announced himself, finally he found the bounty hunter finish packing and pulled out the envelope that would be responsible for changing the entire galaxy.

"I hope this will be sufficient," Roger took a deep breath and threw his pack on the ground, "there will be way more where that came from if the mission succeeds. I trust the Captain briefed you about our target, where can I sit?"

(((Sorry for late post, I was called in for a surprise work meeting and tried to post on my android but it didn't work and I didn't feel like using the voice to text))).

 

[Rev]

Traask looked over at Mistral and smirked, if he wasn't as good as he boasted, he was in the wrong profession. Looking to the yoke he began to prime the systems to get his ship off the ground, it was at that instant he saw a man running towards Siryn's Call.

"Friend of yours?"

His waving hand almost made the smuggler want to take off, he was late, and he wasn't one to play games. Having an extra hand aboard for this one didn't make much sense to him, it was a quick snatch and go kind of mission; bodies meant slowing things down. Sighing at the thought he lowered the ramp and allowed the man on board, the envelope he procured was unexpected.

"Hmm?"

Looking over at Mistral he wondered what the Captain would have paid him in. Shaking his head he motioned for the Private to take a seat, the ship was open to them assuming they would play around with anything. It was lavish to say the least, he had made it comfortable to live in for weeks, his cargo hold more than able to supply a ration for the three to survive for days.

"Well lets get off this rock and pick up our target."

Looking at the envelope he was surprised to see the sum, more than he'd ever received for a kill. Perhaps he had been working for the wrong side for far too long. Stashing the credits away as the ship chimed in that they were ready for take off he began the quick process of getting the ship into space. It wouldn't be long before his navi-computer was getting the charting coordinates to jump to Coruscant.. It'd be a few hours, but they'd get there faster than any other ship could guarantee.

 

[Syn]

Mistral looked back at the private as he stood up and spoke raising an eyebrow at the man. "Private your late, any longer and we would have left you. Now take a seat and get ready, the plan is simple but if anything goes wrong I want you ready with a stunner and make sure all Imperial items are gone from your person. Understood!" Quickly Mistral sat back down as he took out a datapad and sent a report before he stood back up and went to a table and opened a bag he brought on his speeder and began to make a mold of a bomb as he painted it. He wasn't in the business of killing and so this was more of a decoy that would flash and beep and draw attention away from the ship as he grinned and over the course of time it would take them to travel slowly assembled a few more leaving them to dry.

 

[Michael Scott]

"Yes Captain," Roger replied as he followed his captain, "I'll need about one hour and a half to complete my mission, if I don't arrive after that, just assume that I'm dead. I brought a few demo charges and a two blaster rifles in case you needed to use one. Oh yeah one last thing sir, I payed for your ticket as well." Roger left the cockpit and began checking his equipment as if he were an expert infantryman, maybe he wasn't too old after all.

 

[Rev]

Traask watched and listened to the twos exchange from his seat. Taking off his hat for a moment he plopped it down on it's usual place near the throttle. He couldn't be a part of an operation where he had to address someone by their title, wasn't in his blood.. He was his own being, owned his own life, made his own choices.. How others did it, he never quite understood.

"Jumping in 3..."

He turned to the navi-computer and hit in a few commands before continuing with his countdown.

"2...1..."

With a push of the throttle the ship jumped, feeling as if they were in a free fall before jolting with life. The hum of the hyperdrive sounded out through the confines of the small freighter. Then it shot like a blaster through space, only faster. The stars that once dotted the sky turned to lines before finally fading into the entrapment that was a hyperspace tunnel; they were officially in route to Coruscant. He'd look over at Mistral asking a question to him that would either make sense or be over the man's head.

"Ever been there?"

He pointed at the tunnel, hinting at Coruscant, but in truth testing the mans intelligence. If he was worthy of the title of Captain he'd quickly answer it, if he couldn't, he'd have his doubts in the Empire winning this war.

 

[Kassa]

Grace Uuagrick had been having a pretty good day so far. A couple of weapons sold, notably some pistols for defense in the ever bustling city of Coruscant. At the moment, she was in the hangar area, supervising her droids as they cleaned up the remainders (spilled oil, grease, etc.) of the last ship she had fixed.

Her hands grappled in her aprons. The variety of weapons she had hidden in her pockets made her sigh lightly, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. As she left the hangar, which she dubbed Hangar A-01 to keep everything organized, she went towards Hangar C-08, C-09, and C-10, which was the base level that contained her home above.

The large house doubled as a lounge, a waiting room, and her personal garage. In her living quarters, servant droids bustled about, making dough and tea to store inside themselves to keep the ones in the waiting room for tomorrow.

As she passed into her house to grab a gun or two to put in the display case for the waiting room (the previous couple had been sold), her eight legged cat brushed against her leg and offered a meow.

Giving the cat a smile, Grace continued down towards the waiting room, which housed the stairway into her house. Ironically, the waiting room was all white and regal. Couches, furs, everything seemed modern contemporary. Placing the guns in the case, she started going towards the TIE Interceptor junker she had purchased for parts. She began to take it apart, the hangar being labeled H-12.

 

[n2crimson]

“NOW LOOK HERE DROID THIS IS MY SHIP AND I SAY WE ARE LANDING RIGHT NOW!” Gideon was not having a good day, he had blown a fuel converter after entering hyperdrive and had to sell some of his stock in order to replace the cell and now one of his droids was arguing with him, he didn’t even know why he bothered with the tin can of a protocol droid anyway now that he had that fur ball, Kazz, on his ship. Speaking of fur balls where was that Wookie anyway?

Gideon angrily landed the ship in the hangar which was oddly labeled A-01. It looked like a good place to land, not many people around, and he needed to buy a new blaster for his collection anyway. He strode out of the ship suavely as he patted his two guns. As he was exiting he tripped and quickly looked around to see if anyone saw, relaxing when he realized the place was almost empty.

He kept walking as he heard the odd sound droids make when they laugh until he reached to doorway. Turning he saw the protocol droid in the hatch of his ship laughing. Trembling with anger he quickly pulled out his gun and shot both of the droids hands off, “TAKE THAT YOU FRAKING PIECE OF NERF DUNG!”

He turned to the door and entered what looked like a shop, still steaming mad…

 

[Syn]

Mistral perked up and looked at the bounty hunter as he spoke. "Coruscant no never had a reason to go, I am more of a on the ground kind of guy. Only reason i am coming is because they wanted to send a private to do a high level extraction and I have to make sure we leave no trace back to the Empire. Is that clear private?" With a look Mistral turned up as he wondered how long and made sure everything was in order as he stood up and secured his belt on his waist. As he checked his equipment and kissed his pendent going towards the cockpit.

 

[Michael Scott]

"Sir," Roger said after he was addressed, "I understand your frustration with me, but I don't see what's going to happen if there are jedi at the target's location; can't you guys sense each other? I'm more worried about this than you are but don't worry, I'm ready for this."

Roger went back to his seat but paused before sitting down, he went over his backpack and began donning his disguise that resembled an Alliance Security Guard, this would aid both his and the Sith's plan. After all, why would the Empire want one person alive over an entire warship that belonged to the Alliance? Only time and a few dead would tell.

 

[Kassa]

With the hurting of the man's droid which was mistaken as one of Grace's own, it had mistakenly giggled, which was more or less due to the piece of scrap metal that landed before them. In record time, medical/engineer droids rushed to the man's droid to assist them in fixing themselves. After all of the commotion, Grace emerged from her hangar, and started towards Hangar A-01.

"What's going on?..." the Ugnaught snarled, watching as her droids were carefully fixed. Two servant droids, known as Satin and Silk followed close behind her. They were here favored droids, which immediately began offering the man sweet-sand cookies and Tarine tea.

Casting a glance outside, she noticed the smoking ship and chuckled lightly. "Hit an asteroid or two?" she asks.

 

[spartan 094]

Kazz woke up to a sound of a blaster being fired. Damn Gideon, What did he shoot now? Hopefully not something I need to fix. Kazz got up from his seat in the cockpit room. Is he even on this ship and where the hell are we? He went to the entrance of the ship to see that one of their droids was missing their hands and was just staring at them. Oh great I have to fix something, Hmm maybe later. Kazz took the droid and his hands and threw it into a closet and closed the door. He then went to the front of the ship and tried to get a hold of his Captain with a transmitter. "Where are we now and what are you doing, oh and also why is PD-23 missing his hands. I know he does not need them but that just seems barbaric. Thank god we don’t have pets."

(( Sorry for the wait. I had things to do and no time to post. But im all good now))

 

[Rev]

The ship came to a soft rumble before slipping out of hyperspace. Then there it sat, Coruscant, a grey and orange blinking with life. You could nearly see the life from space if you stared long enough. Traask took command of the ship and began the descent towards Grace's shop. Scanning the planet he found the name: "Uuagrick's Pen" near the hemisphere. Tapping in the coordinates he allowed the ship go into auto-pilot before turning to the two Imperials.

"I'mma make this simple. Stay on the ship unless I call for you. No need to make this harder than it should be. Once she's on the ship stun her, and we're outta here."

He turned to face his comlink then hesitated for only an instant. Reaching up to a different panel he flipped a few switches, the ships serial number and corresponding name. He read the number and name that came up and read it off to whomever the transmission went to with the shop.

[READING]"...105053321810729018822199632...

....Battered Rancor..."[READING]

"This is the captain of the Battered Rancor we caught an overload on the hyperdrive coming out of Dathomir.. Could use it checked out and might be interested in an upgrade... Also have a personal need to request in the engineering department if Uuagrick would have any in stock I'd rather ask in person..."

He awaited a response lowering his ship towards the shop before spotting an open hanger. He'd wait for them to answer his request before pulling in; she was bound to accept another customer.

 

[Kassa]

A droid's voice filled the ship's communication panels that was requesting to land. It was Satin's voice, and it's child-like demeanor rang out over the ship.

"Life Scan now in progress. ....Three life forms detected. Please pull over to Hangar B-9. Refreshments will arrive for you all shortly. Miss Uuagrick would look over your ship in the next hour or so. Please remain patient. In the mean time, you said you wished for an upgrade and to talk about personal needs. Please alert me what kind of upgrade and the 'need' you require, and I will see to it that she is-"

An obnoxious snarl could be heard from Grace as she talks into the droid's communication unit.

"No need to listen to the droid. Tis only protocol. Come, come, come, come, come. Hangar B-9 is fine for you to dock in. I will be over shortly, so long as the ship I'm dismantling doesn't spontaneously combust. I'm the only one allowed to make things spontaneously combust around here, but if the fuel tank implodes one more time... I will send my servant droids to your side shortly. I'm with a customer,"

Turning to look at the man before her who had a Wookie's gurgles and growls echoing out of his comlink, she chuckled lightly. "Make sure you didn't injure your droid's fragile circuitry. His repairs are on the house. In fact, the droid looks rather familiar. Now then, come with me and we'll find you a nice blaster. Or a grenade. Or perhaps a Caller that makes that droid obey you,"

The woman begins walking back toward the mansion-like structure on top of her hangars. Pressing a button on the remote, several new cabinets, drawers, and shelves emerged from the waiting room walls. Leading the man into her domain, she waved her hands about. "Take a pick, and we'll get to haggling."

 

[Syn]

Mistral looked at the bounty hunter as he raised an eyebrow and nodded seeing and hearing the target as he sat down on a chair looking at the airlock and relaxed putting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward as he put his hands under his chin looking at the private. "Now sith down private, we'll wait and if everything goes as planned well then you'll like what is coming."