Post by Kyalnick on Jun 19, 2007 14:02:20 GMT -5
((ooc: Okay, I tried this on Dwaggie's website, but it isn't taking, so I thought I'd try it here. If you don't know my rules, check the other threads I started around here. Otherwise, PM me if you want to join and I'll tell you what I have in mind for the plot.))
Tevora Baelsaan squinted against the roaring winds of a Tatooine sandstorm, violet eyes scanning the sands for a speeder she knew was there. The miriad of species running for cover payed no attention to her and three others behind her. Another cloaked figure was nothing unusual in the streets of Mos Eisley. There, a Troydarian bumped into something, cursing in its odd language before moving on. Tevora smiled to herself; her client had come through at last.
With a small signal, the four scurried out from under the shelter of someone's doorway, nearly falling over in the sudden blast of wind. Tevora's goggles protected her eyes as she reached into the seats of the speeder. Seven bags of Bothan crystals were laying right where she saw them; face down on top of several boxes. She grabbed one and hurried back to the maze of hangar bays. Her friends would take care of the rest. At docking bay 23, she dodged inside, trying to calculate how long it would be before the New Republic soldiers would notice her unauthorized entry into the bays. Her ship, the Smuggler's Pride, lay just where she left her, all warmed up and ready for a quick takeoff.
The pilot, Geod, appeared on the docking ramp. "What took you so long, Tev? Thought this was going to be a standard run." The Zabrak's smile, though friendly, was still unsettling to those who didn't know him.
"Cut the small talk, Geod." Tevora growled, lurching up the ramp under the weight of her burden. "We only have twenty minutes before we have the Rep breathing down our necks." She alone knew the high stakes of this job. If the others found out, they would panic and then mistakes would be made. Mistakes they couldn't afford.
Geod knew when she was serious and trotted back to the cockpit just as the three others burst into the bay. "Come on, come on," Tevora muttered as her fingers twitched nearer her blaster. Just as the last one made it onto the ship, red blaster fire zinged off the hull. Several soldiers bearing the New Republic insignia flowed into the hangar. "Now, Geod! Get us off this blasted rock!"
The ramp retracted just in time and Tevora felt the Pride roaring into the sky with enough speed to have torn apart any normal ship. She set herself in the co-pilot's seat as quickly as she could and was in time to see the blue sky fade into the black of space. "Are we set for the jumpt to hyperspace?"
"Sure. Where to?"
"Mustafar. Don't give me that look." Tevora warned at Geod's nervous glance. "The client said that a new station was built there just before the end of the Civil War. I didn't ask any questions after that. A job..."
"I know: ...is a job." Geod grumbled and flicked a few switches. "Okay, here goes...Correlian Corvette just appeared right above us!"
Tevora didn't know what to say as the larger ship's shadow fell over their cruiser. For once, she didn't know how she was going to get away with this.
((ooc: okay, guys. your turn!))
Tevora Baelsaan squinted against the roaring winds of a Tatooine sandstorm, violet eyes scanning the sands for a speeder she knew was there. The miriad of species running for cover payed no attention to her and three others behind her. Another cloaked figure was nothing unusual in the streets of Mos Eisley. There, a Troydarian bumped into something, cursing in its odd language before moving on. Tevora smiled to herself; her client had come through at last.
With a small signal, the four scurried out from under the shelter of someone's doorway, nearly falling over in the sudden blast of wind. Tevora's goggles protected her eyes as she reached into the seats of the speeder. Seven bags of Bothan crystals were laying right where she saw them; face down on top of several boxes. She grabbed one and hurried back to the maze of hangar bays. Her friends would take care of the rest. At docking bay 23, she dodged inside, trying to calculate how long it would be before the New Republic soldiers would notice her unauthorized entry into the bays. Her ship, the Smuggler's Pride, lay just where she left her, all warmed up and ready for a quick takeoff.
The pilot, Geod, appeared on the docking ramp. "What took you so long, Tev? Thought this was going to be a standard run." The Zabrak's smile, though friendly, was still unsettling to those who didn't know him.
"Cut the small talk, Geod." Tevora growled, lurching up the ramp under the weight of her burden. "We only have twenty minutes before we have the Rep breathing down our necks." She alone knew the high stakes of this job. If the others found out, they would panic and then mistakes would be made. Mistakes they couldn't afford.
Geod knew when she was serious and trotted back to the cockpit just as the three others burst into the bay. "Come on, come on," Tevora muttered as her fingers twitched nearer her blaster. Just as the last one made it onto the ship, red blaster fire zinged off the hull. Several soldiers bearing the New Republic insignia flowed into the hangar. "Now, Geod! Get us off this blasted rock!"
The ramp retracted just in time and Tevora felt the Pride roaring into the sky with enough speed to have torn apart any normal ship. She set herself in the co-pilot's seat as quickly as she could and was in time to see the blue sky fade into the black of space. "Are we set for the jumpt to hyperspace?"
"Sure. Where to?"
"Mustafar. Don't give me that look." Tevora warned at Geod's nervous glance. "The client said that a new station was built there just before the end of the Civil War. I didn't ask any questions after that. A job..."
"I know: ...is a job." Geod grumbled and flicked a few switches. "Okay, here goes...Correlian Corvette just appeared right above us!"
Tevora didn't know what to say as the larger ship's shadow fell over their cruiser. For once, she didn't know how she was going to get away with this.
((ooc: okay, guys. your turn!))