It'd been ages since the old Ranger had left the claustro confines of Coruscant. Finally cleared for duty, pilot's license reinstated, all the obligations she could do... and though there was political mud-slinging left and right, there was one thing she could do to better the galaxy that didn't involve the damn Force-using menaces, and help her fellow Rangers.
Blasting pirates out of their stronghold.
The Blackfin Blastboat Jaws commed in to her fellow Rangers, a rough, bitter woman's voice pinging clear through to them as she elegantly maneuvered the craft through the asteroid field. This wasn't gonna be a simple in and out deal; they had to cut out these bad boys for good, so no time to waste on small talk or smart comments.
"This is Coulter, on Jaws standing by. How do you two read?"
And then a pause.
"Got a set plan?"
Couldn't hurt, they would be in striking distance soon, and had to be careful how to address in case of listening ears. You never knew in unallied space what chuckleheads could be blabbing away on the comms.
@Rhogar @Nommie
Blasting pirates out of their stronghold.
The Blackfin Blastboat Jaws commed in to her fellow Rangers, a rough, bitter woman's voice pinging clear through to them as she elegantly maneuvered the craft through the asteroid field. This wasn't gonna be a simple in and out deal; they had to cut out these bad boys for good, so no time to waste on small talk or smart comments.
"This is Coulter, on Jaws standing by. How do you two read?"
And then a pause.
"Got a set plan?"
Couldn't hurt, they would be in striking distance soon, and had to be careful how to address in case of listening ears. You never knew in unallied space what chuckleheads could be blabbing away on the comms.
@Rhogar @Nommie