- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Messages
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- Reaction score
- 208
Making her way through the corridors of the Hurricane, the dark haired Jedi came to a halt as the ship's technicians rushed past her, clearly in a rush to carry out some emergency repair works and damage control to the ship. The Hurricane had taken a bit of a light battering from the pirate's fighter ships, although the sudden strike upon the pirate convoy had caught them off guard allowing them to cripple the ship, they had to contend with an organised fighter escort. The fire support of the fighters had proven to be more than a handful, although they were in effect easy to take out, their numbers had been the deciding factor.
Once the enemy fighters had been neutralised and the area deemed safe, the dark haired Jedi took her leave from the cockpit, leaving the pure blood pilot to manoeuvre the Hurricane into position to dock with the stricken Brig. Whilst she retreated to her allotted quarters to ready herself, carrying out a check of her weapons and ensuring that any unnecessary articles were stowed away. Once the Jedi's preparation for the boarding party had been concluded, Eisa then made her way down towards docking port of the Hurricane.
As she rounded the corner to the docking port, the dark haired Jedi turned her gaze over towards the entrance, Eisa scrutinised the sight before her, a small grouping of the ship's crew were standing ready to secure the docking port to ensure that none of the pirates were able to make their way onto the ship and capture it. The last thing this venture needed was for the Hurricane be subject to a counter attack and the pirates seize the ship that attacked it, a sobering thought. The fact that despite the intentions of capturing the needed supplies for the rebellion, from the pirates that were more than likely carrying the very goods that had been stolen from the Rebellion's on freighter shipments.
Stepping through the Airlock, the dark haired Jedi came to a standstill, leaning against the bulkhead as she waited for the pure blood Sith for hire to make his way down to the docking port. Eisa reached down to her weapons holster and retrieved her blaster pistol, giving it a final check over to ensure that the power pack was fully charged. Her gaze moving away from her blaster and past the assembled security detail as the sight of a towering crimson skinned figure came into view stalking his way through the hallway. A light sigh escaping the Jedi's lips as she holstered her secondary weapon, it was now only a matter of time until the airlock would be breached and the pair would be clearing the ship of pirates.
Once the enemy fighters had been neutralised and the area deemed safe, the dark haired Jedi took her leave from the cockpit, leaving the pure blood pilot to manoeuvre the Hurricane into position to dock with the stricken Brig. Whilst she retreated to her allotted quarters to ready herself, carrying out a check of her weapons and ensuring that any unnecessary articles were stowed away. Once the Jedi's preparation for the boarding party had been concluded, Eisa then made her way down towards docking port of the Hurricane.
As she rounded the corner to the docking port, the dark haired Jedi turned her gaze over towards the entrance, Eisa scrutinised the sight before her, a small grouping of the ship's crew were standing ready to secure the docking port to ensure that none of the pirates were able to make their way onto the ship and capture it. The last thing this venture needed was for the Hurricane be subject to a counter attack and the pirates seize the ship that attacked it, a sobering thought. The fact that despite the intentions of capturing the needed supplies for the rebellion, from the pirates that were more than likely carrying the very goods that had been stolen from the Rebellion's on freighter shipments.
Stepping through the Airlock, the dark haired Jedi came to a standstill, leaning against the bulkhead as she waited for the pure blood Sith for hire to make his way down to the docking port. Eisa reached down to her weapons holster and retrieved her blaster pistol, giving it a final check over to ensure that the power pack was fully charged. Her gaze moving away from her blaster and past the assembled security detail as the sight of a towering crimson skinned figure came into view stalking his way through the hallway. A light sigh escaping the Jedi's lips as she holstered her secondary weapon, it was now only a matter of time until the airlock would be breached and the pair would be clearing the ship of pirates.