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Returns PBF - In Character
Xander Morhaime:
"Coruscant, by the shortest feasible route," the dark trooper replied, having come to the cockpit to address that very same issue with the pilot. "There I can deliver my cargo, and you can see that your pet gets the treatment he deserves. Preferably by way of a blaster bolt."
Silhar:
Since shootout, Vince was withdrawn and quiet. He barely could hear, feel and understand anything happening around him. This could be suprising, but nobody knew what did he live through inside.
The shootout reminded him the incident on Endor and for half an hour he had to come through this all once again. He had seen his dead comrades instead of the ship's crew, he had heard gunshots instead of speech, his mind protested against bearing witness to this and left the body, wandering through the high spires of oblivion.
Now, it returned, tormented and full of wrath.
Oh damn. Coruscant... You are going to get your reward when I'll be free, genefucked scum., he thought, yet consciously remained seeming absent.
He discretely looked at shackles. Those looked much too solid to be broken...
Think, Vince... think...
Gargulec:
As CX and Fathima came to the cockpit, to have better view on what's happening, the pilot was starting the ship's repulsorlift drives.
'The board is all green' she muttered, grabbing the control stick. Meanwhile, Rel connected to ship's systems via the socket next to empty second pilot chair. Then, you felt as the whole ship rose above the deck. Skye looked towards you. 'If I were you, I'd rather grab something. It may shake... a bit.
Then, without a word of further warning, she pulled the yoke towards her, fully opened the throttle, and launched into open space.
Xander Morhaime:
CX-411 braced against the back of the cockpit as the shuttle took off - he was no stranger to rapid deployment of small craft, and what it feels like to be on one during the procedure. "Priorities, then - get clear of the ship, or ships... while we're at that, check if you can catch whatever attacked the Canceron on scanners. Anyway, from there, if supplies allow, it would be preferable to head directly to Coruscant. Failing that... any port in the storm, but preferably an Imperial one, or at least some neutral place, where we can arrange for supplies or further passage. I'll leave the details to you, though I'd prefer to be informed of the destination before we arrive there," the clone instructed.
Journey:
Fathima steadied herself as the ship shifted, then strapped herself into the co-pilot's seat. "I can't help you fly, but I can handle everything else for you: shields, sensors, power allocation and such, if you would prefer - just yell at me anytime what settings you'd like. Oh, and is this ship armed?" She turned to the trooper, "You look like you might have some experience with heavy weaponry, and it seems whatever's out there isn't friendly"
As she sat among the ship's controls - her mind flashed back to her old, now destroyed, ship - a droid Infiltrator that inserted and extracted her from many missions. That ship was a beauty. Fast, impossible to detect: it never let me down. She shook her thoughts away - now wasn't the time to be distracted.
She began to look at the sensor board while simultaneously reaching out with the Force, hoping to get some sense as to who the attackers were...
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