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((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.
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.
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