A Haven for the Wayward
Illum- G-7, originally stationed close to Illum but moved by the First Order. Teams sent to find it must attempt to find out where the First Order moved it to by slicing into the mainframe of a First Order Star Destroyer that was half-blown to smithereens and left floating in the void.
Illum- G-7, originally stationed close to Illum but moved by the First Order. Teams sent to find it must attempt to find out where the First Order moved it to by slicing into the mainframe of a First Order Star Destroyer that was half-blown to smithereens and left floating in the void.
Poet wasn't really good at finding stuff.
Well, he was selling himself short there but the truth was he simply had no patience for search and retrieve ops. The half-Morellian preferred blasting his way through a raid and the like, anything that would get adrenaline pumping through his veins but the current task he found himself in at the present offered nothing of the sort.
But he really shouldn't be dismissive of the mission he was currently undertaking. Finding and restoring a missing Haven-Class Medical Station for future use would be beneficial for anyone who deserved medical attention, and with the extisting threats posed by the Sith Order was something that could raise the rate of casualties as the combined efforts of the Jedi, the Sector Rangers, and other alliances like the FWA and the growing ISC fought against those evil space wizards.
Evil space wizards. Maker, he sounded like Muse just now. She would have already been a Padawan if she wasn't killed on Ajan Kloss, wouldn't she?
Speaking of Padawan, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward at having a teenager work with him in this task. He had nothing against working with strong, independent, teenagers but this one wasn't just any other teenager. This guy was Lt. Aran's kid, and Poet could already imagine himself getting his backside handed to him (or possibly murdered) by an angry mom for having her child get into any form of harm while he was under the young Ranger's watch. Poet had seen the legendary Sith Slayer and her equally legendary abs, and he would very much like to keep himself off her hit list, thank you very much.
And so he found himself on Illum, the Dream Walker making its approach towards a First Order Star Destroyer that looked like it had once been a gigantic eldritch abomination's chew toy until said gigantic eldritch abomination had had enough of it's toy and left it floating in the void.
Originally meant to keep an eye on the Jedi, Poet found it annoying that he was primarily intended to babysit (kriff's sakes, the Padawan's eighteen already! Or was he?) so the Rnger – in a small act of not really a rebellion – determined that he would help Crix Aran throughout this particular mission. That was what they're supposed to do after all, wasn't it? Help other sentients do good and all that jazz? Other Rangers might have an issue working with Forcies, but kriff them. His Dad and sister were Jedi; might as well literally spit on Poet's face for being suspicious towards the benevolent space monks.
Rolling up to his side on the pilot seat, Skippy beeped rather merrily at its owner for having a Force-user in his ship. The astromech had been with Poet for quite a while now and would often stay by its owner's side whenever he wasn't on a job. As such, it was used to hearing other Rangers' sentiments about the Jedi – and while it was accustomed to some shite talking Skippy was also aware that its master had Force-sensitive family members.
"Yeah, buddy, I know we have a Jedi in the ship," he told the droid with a light frown. The half-Morellian maneuvered the Dream Walker closer to the Star Destroyer, finding the nearest starboard hangar entrance that was partly caved in.
"Is there anything else your Council wants to look for in this Star Destroyer's mainframe other than the data about the missing Haven?" Poet then asked Crix as the Dream Walker slipped through the hangar entrance before landing within the hangar itself with a quiet groan.
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Well, he was selling himself short there but the truth was he simply had no patience for search and retrieve ops. The half-Morellian preferred blasting his way through a raid and the like, anything that would get adrenaline pumping through his veins but the current task he found himself in at the present offered nothing of the sort.
But he really shouldn't be dismissive of the mission he was currently undertaking. Finding and restoring a missing Haven-Class Medical Station for future use would be beneficial for anyone who deserved medical attention, and with the extisting threats posed by the Sith Order was something that could raise the rate of casualties as the combined efforts of the Jedi, the Sector Rangers, and other alliances like the FWA and the growing ISC fought against those evil space wizards.
Evil space wizards. Maker, he sounded like Muse just now. She would have already been a Padawan if she wasn't killed on Ajan Kloss, wouldn't she?
Speaking of Padawan, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward at having a teenager work with him in this task. He had nothing against working with strong, independent, teenagers but this one wasn't just any other teenager. This guy was Lt. Aran's kid, and Poet could already imagine himself getting his backside handed to him (or possibly murdered) by an angry mom for having her child get into any form of harm while he was under the young Ranger's watch. Poet had seen the legendary Sith Slayer and her equally legendary abs, and he would very much like to keep himself off her hit list, thank you very much.
And so he found himself on Illum, the Dream Walker making its approach towards a First Order Star Destroyer that looked like it had once been a gigantic eldritch abomination's chew toy until said gigantic eldritch abomination had had enough of it's toy and left it floating in the void.
Originally meant to keep an eye on the Jedi, Poet found it annoying that he was primarily intended to babysit (kriff's sakes, the Padawan's eighteen already! Or was he?) so the Rnger – in a small act of not really a rebellion – determined that he would help Crix Aran throughout this particular mission. That was what they're supposed to do after all, wasn't it? Help other sentients do good and all that jazz? Other Rangers might have an issue working with Forcies, but kriff them. His Dad and sister were Jedi; might as well literally spit on Poet's face for being suspicious towards the benevolent space monks.
Rolling up to his side on the pilot seat, Skippy beeped rather merrily at its owner for having a Force-user in his ship. The astromech had been with Poet for quite a while now and would often stay by its owner's side whenever he wasn't on a job. As such, it was used to hearing other Rangers' sentiments about the Jedi – and while it was accustomed to some shite talking Skippy was also aware that its master had Force-sensitive family members.
"Yeah, buddy, I know we have a Jedi in the ship," he told the droid with a light frown. The half-Morellian maneuvered the Dream Walker closer to the Star Destroyer, finding the nearest starboard hangar entrance that was partly caved in.
"Is there anything else your Council wants to look for in this Star Destroyer's mainframe other than the data about the missing Haven?" Poet then asked Crix as the Dream Walker slipped through the hangar entrance before landing within the hangar itself with a quiet groan.
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