”We’re approaching the refinery now, you two,” the pilot hollered back, unaware that Nova was merely feet away from him. ”The sun is still a few hours from rising so you’ll at least have the cover of night to get you in there… Can’t say I envy you, though,”
”This is not a job for cowards, boy. Perhaps this is why you’ve only been assigned to fly the ship,” Nova growled in his gruff voice as he continued to stare ahead at the ship’s descent. It was never the Cathar’s intent to be rude but it always seemed to come naturally to the man; a trait he had acquired from his years of mercenary work before joining the Order. ”How close can you get us?”
”Farther, now,” the pilot joked with resentment of Nova’s previous comment. ”No, I’ll get you within a klick but I can’t risk coming in too close. The last thing anyone wants is those Pyke bastards flipping on their AA guns around all that coaxium,”
”Perhaps…” Nova stated plainly. ”I have high doubts that the Pykes would want to blow themselves to one of Kessel’s moons, either,” Turning from the pilot, the Cathar nodded to the partner he had been assigned from the FWA, Bast Emblai. He didn’t know much of the woman but she seemed an alright sort from the description he had been given. She was no stranger to serving alongside Jedi and was an accomplished detective before receiving a life altering injury. Nova, however, knew it was unwise to judge someone by their past and any type of disabilities they might have. After all, she would have faced and triumphed over hardships that many other’s would succumb too. ”I trust you are prepared for what is to come, girl?” Nova queried as he removed the brown cloak from his shoulders, dropping it at his feet. ”I am curious to see what the best of the Alliance has to offer,” Curling his black lips into a smirk, the Cathar placed his hand on the activation panel to drop the boarding ramp as the shuttle soared above the rocky surface below.
@Kestrel