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... Ori'aran-class Gunship A'den be Prudii, just outside of the D'Astan Sector, Outer Rim Territories ...
Corden stepped through the hatchway and into the dimly lit confines of the ship's bridge, his helmet light filter kicking in almost immediately to compensate for the low lighting. His eyes scanning across the compact bridge from one end to the other out of habit, he made his way toward one of the two pilot stations at the far end, zeroing in on its lone occupant.
"Is it operational?" Corden queried, his voice oddly metallic as it issued through his helmet microphone and rebreather. He stopped just short of the pilot station, "That thing cost me a small fortune. It had better work or I'm paying that dealer another visit."
"No doubt." The pilot's seat spun around slowly, the armored female sitting there offering a smug grin, "It's a decent piece of hardware... and it works alright. I could have made you a better one from scratch, though... and I offer a guarantee... too late now. Who do you want to be?"
Corden considered the question, his own grin fading, "Light freighter. Origin... Ord Trasi. It's deep enough in Imperial territory that it shouldn't attract any unwanted attention. Just make sure we jump in from that direction, elek?"
"Nayc osik... and cargo?"
"It's Serenno. Be creative."
"Lingerie and luxury foodstuffs it is... I'll get to it. The others should be finishing up on the hull, by the way. The scaffolding and plates were the hard part. Keval said all that's left is placing the detonators along the welds."
"Good, let me know when everyone is back aboard."
Corden turned on his heel, his eyes locked on the faint blue light that was now steadily blinking just over the main communications terminal. He pushed a gloved finger down on a button near the corner of the control panel as he scanned over the display screen, opening a secure channel and activating the holo-reciever to accept the incoming transmission. I requested audience with Mand'alor almost four standard days ago. Now I finally get a reply. Probably from a minion, too. He's like kriffing royalty. Ha. Mandalorian royalty. Imagine that.
"This is Vencu. Go ahead."
Corden stepped through the hatchway and into the dimly lit confines of the ship's bridge, his helmet light filter kicking in almost immediately to compensate for the low lighting. His eyes scanning across the compact bridge from one end to the other out of habit, he made his way toward one of the two pilot stations at the far end, zeroing in on its lone occupant.
"Is it operational?" Corden queried, his voice oddly metallic as it issued through his helmet microphone and rebreather. He stopped just short of the pilot station, "That thing cost me a small fortune. It had better work or I'm paying that dealer another visit."
"No doubt." The pilot's seat spun around slowly, the armored female sitting there offering a smug grin, "It's a decent piece of hardware... and it works alright. I could have made you a better one from scratch, though... and I offer a guarantee... too late now. Who do you want to be?"
Corden considered the question, his own grin fading, "Light freighter. Origin... Ord Trasi. It's deep enough in Imperial territory that it shouldn't attract any unwanted attention. Just make sure we jump in from that direction, elek?"
"Nayc osik... and cargo?"
"It's Serenno. Be creative."
"Lingerie and luxury foodstuffs it is... I'll get to it. The others should be finishing up on the hull, by the way. The scaffolding and plates were the hard part. Keval said all that's left is placing the detonators along the welds."
"Good, let me know when everyone is back aboard."
Corden turned on his heel, his eyes locked on the faint blue light that was now steadily blinking just over the main communications terminal. He pushed a gloved finger down on a button near the corner of the control panel as he scanned over the display screen, opening a secure channel and activating the holo-reciever to accept the incoming transmission. I requested audience with Mand'alor almost four standard days ago. Now I finally get a reply. Probably from a minion, too. He's like kriffing royalty. Ha. Mandalorian royalty. Imagine that.
"This is Vencu. Go ahead."
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