Ask Shit Happens

[Isaac Beaumont]

Once more the Sith have returned to operating out of the shadows and had to adapt to their circumstances. Isaac was, annoingly, involved in those growing pains of "his" Order out of necessity. Tucked away in the cargo hold of a cargo frieghter, he was to guard and help transport a set of artifacts back to Umbara and specifically the Academy. The entire crew of the ship had been bribed a good enough amount that they wouldn't turn tail and run upon the first sign of trouble but that was also the primary reason he was there, to ensure their loyalty.

The ship came to an abrupt halt, the entire skeleton of the frieghter given a sharp jolt. Isaac opened his eyes as he pushed off a stack of crates, his arms unfolding slowly as he glanced around his surroundings. His ears flicked outward, catching the faint sound of other ships and metal clanging against each other. In the hold, there was no angle that allowed him to see what was happening outside, his reliance was on the crew informing him of their progress. While he could have chosen anywhere on the ship to reside, he chose the cargo hold because it truthfully gave him the most space for his frame.

Before he could ponder any further, a gruff voice came through his comm-piece, "Docked at a refueling station. Only a few minutes."

Isaac stood his ground only for a moment before eventually leaning back against the stack of crates he set up earlier. His arms crossed over his chest once again as he softly grunted out, "Hmmm," to himself. For now, he waited.

@Sreeya

 

[Z'Kair]

Kai often only traveled with his pirate crew these days. However, every now and then he disappeared to pick up a side gig. Flexo and Blue were off doing their thing, and Kai decided to use this opportunity to pick up a Crimson Dawn job. He had gotten a signal tracer of a cargo ship carrying a hefty amount of Sith artifacts that would be worth quite a bit to the syndicate.

He tracked it to a refueling station, observing from a distance. Kai knew the crew was bought and not entirely married to the job. There weren’t enough Sith to protect their assets, so he doubted there was a Sith anywhere on the ship. The Fiani observed quietly as one of the men stepped out to do the refueling, leaving one of the ramp doors open.

Kai had a complicated plan, but he came up with it while blitzed, so he could only hope it didn’t fall apart. While the crew member scratched his nether regions and wandered off to grab a canned soda, Kai slinked in towards the ship. He hoisted himself and climbed atop a wing, quietly creeping towards a valve door. Kai opened it easily enough, climbing down into an engine compartment of the ship. Since nothing was running for now, it was safe for him to be here.

The Fiani squeezed through a tight shaft, pushing out into a corridor. He relied on his ears and didn’t hear anything yet. Kai’s goal was to get to a particular button that would set off klaxons. It would cause many of the crew members to exit the ship fearing some sort of explosion, but really Kai would just fly off with the ship.

Best plan ever. Bulletproof. He smiled at his own brilliance, his bloodshot single eye bright with glee. He smelled strongly of spice and there was a 50/50 chance he forgot what he was doing and just took a nap in the cargo bay.

@Orbit

 

[Isaac Beaumont]

Isaac actually counted every second that ticked by, a small trick he made himself to occupy his mind and distract him from painful sounds. His ears constantly flicked back and fourth in irritation, the loud ships and machinary outside practically screaming at him through the hold's walls. But each second he managed to pass was a reminder that his body would follow his mind, as long as his resolve remained resolute. Even though a hard line formed across his angled face, he stood in place against his stack of crates.

After a brief few minutes, the Sephi's comm would cackle on cue as the same voice from earlier said, "We're finished. We'll be in the air soon." Both Z'Kair and Isaac would be able to hear the clamps outside disengage while the engine slowly came back to life.

A response was given by Isaac, a simple, "Now." The fact they already made a stop made him aggitated enough as they were off schedule too. From nobility to pirates and a cargo crew, his father and brother's laugh were easy to imagine in his head.

For Z'Kair, the ship would rumble underneath his feet but remain in the same spot for now. Being blitzed helped create the masterplan but wouldn't help his time-management. As the ship began its deep rumble, it would only be a matter of time before they departed from the station.