There had always been something special about hyperspace, which Rav had never quite been able to put his finger on. Here, sat in his command chair onboard the Corsair he briefly found himself lost in the magic of it once again, before a high-pitched beeping interrupted his daydreaming. "Gan ohk tlonheh ho Sirki, Vikesio. Gan mtan ohk o'ela fekalahkita li'ki." the shrill voice of his Twi'leki navigations officer chimed in over the beeping noise signalling their location was near.
Snapping back into the present, the pirate rose from his command chair and turned to face the motley gang of unsavoury types he had assembled for today's daring mission.
"Today, shall be a profitable one indeed my friends. Under my command, we shall exit hyperspace above Manda, a planet just off the hyperspace lane, held by the perfidious IS_" what were they called again? Independent Sattan Constraint? Individual Star Conglomerate? These Governments, such stupidly complex names they had! "...people here. We shall enter the main transit lane down to Manda, and hold a course as any other transportation ship would. Our target is the ISC Hipori, an Action VI transport, which our information broker says is carrying a cargo of AMS vaccines! We get close, zoom, pow! SLAM!" he made jabbing actions with his fists "We board the vessel, we take the cargo, dispose of the crew and hop back over here and zoom - into hyperspace and mountains of credits"
Rav paused in front of the viewport, looking at his reflection and smiled.
Truly, a fine figure of a man.
"It is genius. If you have bought starfighters stowed in the hanger, get to them - otherwise, get to the boarding tubes! Navigator, when we exit hyperspace, get to work on the jump calculations for a quick exit." he laughed, waving over his droid and pouring out shots of spotchka. Handing a glass to each one of his fellow raiders, he raised the glass and toasted "To victory! And to profits!"
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