Jorhan Caelli Merced
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The Bi-Vane Starfighter Jorhan had picked up for this job, exited hyperspace a few clicks out from the refuelling station controlled by the so-called 'Old Empire'. Hanging in the dead of with little more than a skeleton of starfighters to protect it, the station was ripe pickings for the duo - the second of their number, some Jedi that had brought Jorhan along for the ride.
"The moneys good," he shrugged inside his cockpit as he performed a few checks "..so what ain't to like?" Jorhan asked nobody in particular. Bringing up his hyperspace screen, he began the calculations for the exit jump - always good to have a backup in case the attack went south to fast - a quick jump to the next system, and then slipping away into one of the many shipping lanes there - would be ideal.
"Ready when you are. I say we go in from the east," he used the standard galactic directional compass they both would have set their comms to "...I torp tank one, you take tank four, and we let the chain reaction do the rest." he began to position his fighter for the attac run "...see if we can get out of here before they call for backup, or scramble fighters?" he asked his compatriot, pulling down his pilots visor, and taking a few deep breaths.
"The moneys good," he shrugged inside his cockpit as he performed a few checks "..so what ain't to like?" Jorhan asked nobody in particular. Bringing up his hyperspace screen, he began the calculations for the exit jump - always good to have a backup in case the attack went south to fast - a quick jump to the next system, and then slipping away into one of the many shipping lanes there - would be ideal.
"Ready when you are. I say we go in from the east," he used the standard galactic directional compass they both would have set their comms to "...I torp tank one, you take tank four, and we let the chain reaction do the rest." he began to position his fighter for the attac run "...see if we can get out of here before they call for backup, or scramble fighters?" he asked his compatriot, pulling down his pilots visor, and taking a few deep breaths.
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