The Tigris was not the worst ship in the Galaxy but Max would be the first to admit that he kept it out of sentiment rather than for it’s technical brilliance. It could hold it’s own in a fight to be sure but he held no illusions that it would be able to take down a squadron of the fighters he had specifically ordered for the Jedi because they were so good. And the chances that it would be able to defeat the pirates with them?
Even if they didn’t use the new ships, there was a chance that what they’d used to capture the ships would be more than he could tank with his lovely little tiger. So fighting them head first wasn’t an option and he lacked the ship-based abilities to be stealthy about it either.
So if his ship couldn’t fight them and win and it couldn’t remain unseen either – he just had to do it himself.
His still unnamed astromech ally whistled at him and Max could hear the doubt in the machine’s little burst of binary. Rolling his eyes a little bit, Max reclined against the side of the ship’s cargo hold as he waited. It would be a stretch to say he was meditating because, really, he wasn’t. He was just waiting for the next stage of the plan.
“Look buddy, you know the plan will work. Just… relax.” He told his astromech with a smile, closing his eye and resting the back of his head against the side of the ship, “The plan worked the last time we were tracking pirates.”
A begrudging series of beeps.
Max snorted in amusement.
“Yeah, ‘sometimes I know what I am doing’ – cheeky nameless little blighter.” He raised a hand, “And NO I am still not ‘giving’ you a name. You’re not a slave or a child so you think of your own name – we are not having this argument with company present.”
Indy was along for the ride with them. Rather than fighting the pirates/gang who had stolen their shipment, Max had instead caused some minor faults in his own ship to make it list in the void without direction. The emergency beacon was active, announcing loudly to anyone using the shipping lanes around here that they were stranded in space with a shipment of cortosis and they were in need of rescue.
No way any criminal worth is salt would pass up such an opportunity.
But they were in a transporter of fighter ships themselves so they were, in a word, slow. Yeah, they were bringing the ships to them but they were doing so at a very luxuriating pace. He blew some air out his nose.
“Anyone want to play cards while we wait?” he grimaced at the beeps, “Hey, I only cheated once. Never let me live it down…”
@Killa Ree