Time of Thrawn Options

[Lady Door]

Startled by Daylin's voice, Hal jumps slightly.
Oh well, yes. I knew that... I mean, I needed you to stay on the bridge... is what I meant... obviously. Heh. Stop looking at me like that.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin does indeed sit on the bridge, keying up the mic at the bay door for receive only so that he can listen to the exchange with the wookie. Thinking about it a bit, he also starts scanning the ship's computers for anything that might be able to translate the "ggrrrrss" for him.

Multitaksing, he also plays with the sensors to see if there is any way to boost their power to extend their range. After all, they are supposed to sense objects in the vastness of space. Perhaps diverting some energy from the shields...

[mom-on-the-run]

Facing Hal and lowering her blaster rifle, Kolbacca (thru her translator droid) says Excuse me Captain, I am looking for someone by the name of Ma'nosh. I know that he was here recently. Do you have any information that might help me find him?

Holding up a data pad, she shows Hal a picture of Ma'nosh.

[ludomastro]

O'olan is struck by a vision of blaster fire near the spaceport surrounding Kolbacca and people he doesn't know. He then sees Kolbacca, himself, and these same three people in an unfamiliar ship escaping from a large capital ship pursuing them.

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@ Everyone

Alarms begin sounding around the spaceport as the wind begins increasing in ferocity. The subject of the wing is soon revealed as a large transport ship.

The loudspeaker at the spaceport crackles to life with a frantic voice Attention, the Imperials have arrive, the Imperials have arrived.

[fistandantilus4....]

DAMNIT ! I knew down time was too good to be true!

Keying up the comm again, as he starts the ships engines Daylin shouts CAPTAIN! We've got Imps incoming! Move your keister up here!

Without waiting for a response, Daylin immediately brings up the ship's systems, including prepping the shields, and brings up the astrogation charts to help speed along the jump to hyperspace once the break orbit.

[Lady Door]

Hal barely has time to process the Wookie's question before the ear-splitting klaxons begin to blare.
No, never seen 'em. Sorry... Well, thanks for dropping by. Have to go now. Good luck with things. Hal starts to close the cabin door before pausing a moment.
On second thought, if you're looking for someone... seems to me you could maybe use a ship and a crew. I happen to have both. For a small, trivial transportation fee we could come to a reasonably beneficial arrangement. Of course, you have about... oh, three seconds to decide. Hal smiles and taps her fingers impatiently on the door, looking over the Wookie and out into the skies.
Sooo... what do you say?


*edit: Sorry, forgot about the not posting with signature enabled... *blush*

[Ophis]

Oh drek, definitely time to leave this rock.

Rand turns and runs retracing his steps, covering the tankfully not to long distance to his swoop.

He checks it over, just in case

Perception test 16Alter the next bit based on what he sees. Repulsor lift Op. 19

Rand fires his swoop into life and gains some height zipping towards the Starport. He Spots a likely looking freighter and drops the swoop down quickly beside it, putting on his best friendly face.

[mom-on-the-run]

Kolbacca says to Hal OK I'll go with you, but we have to wait for O'olan. I cannot leave without him. Can we discuss your fee after we are in hyperspace?

[Lady Door]

Oo'la... who? Who is that? Can they get here in the next three seconds? Cause I don't know if you noticed Hal waves her hands around, indication the blaring klaxons and general ruckus but all hell is kind of breaking loose outside. I mean, we can wait... but pricing will be adjusted according to percieved danger level. Hal frowns as the ships sensors blare again. Sooo... ?

*edit: Accidentally posted under Ben's handle. Oops*

[ludomastro]

Rand arrive at Hal's ship.

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There is the sound repulsorlifts and a troop carrier flies over head spewing stromtroopers and regulars alike down ropes. A loadspeaker engages from somewhere on the ship, Please remain calm. The Empire is here to claim this planet. After a routine check of identification you will be allowed to go about your business.

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O'olan is being pushed by the crowd toward the spaceport.

[fistandantilus4....]

Hal we need to GO!

[Ophis]

Sorry to interrupt, but this looks like an exit party. Any chance I could join? I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. Goods wise it's just me and my swoop here.

[ludomastro]

Spotting O'olan in the crowd, Kolbacca's translator heads out. Forgive me my impertinence, master; however, master O'olan needs our help. Surprisingly deft for a droid, the WT-7, dives into the crowd and grabs the Gand, dragging him back to the ship.

The troops begin opening fire, above the crowd while the dropship external speaker continues to blare, Remain calm and submit to an ID check.

Madam Captain, I believe that we are all here now, states the droid in a decent imitation of a human who is out of breath.

[Ophis]

Ladies, Gentleman and droids. I think it may be time to come to some sort of basic arrangement and get out of here. I here Dantooine is nice this time of year.

Rand finishes his quick speech and reaches beneath his jacket and removing the catch from his blasters holster. He glances up trying to get some sort of idea of time.

[fistandantilus4....]

Hal,who the hell do you have down there!?! This thing is no life raft! And tell that damn kid to put that blaster away! The last thing the Imps need is a reason to chase us!

Moving away from the screen, Daylin checks the engie temps, making sure they're warmed up, checks the shields, and sets power to be ready to divert to the cannon's systems. No point in actually "drawing" the weapon up, so that the Star Destroyer's sensors note it.

How the hell did this happen!? Gotta go gotta go gotta go!

Frantically moving about the cabin, he makes sure the ship's systmes are all a go before heading for the astrogation charts.

[Lady Door]

Hal sighs and throws up her hands at the sudden confusion on deck.
You.. she points to the droid holding the Gand and then to the bank of seats along one wall. put him over there. You, Wookie... I assume that Gand is with you? Good. We'll negotiate price later. Wonder if I could get away with charging more for the droid? Hmm... ... and you, whatever your name is... Hal gestures towards Rand I'd be happy to talk pricing, transportation and our weapons policy. Stow your blaster, have a seat and welcome to the Centurion Hawk. Hal smiles briefly and then curses as she's tossed by another gust of wind slamming into the hull. Scrambling to her feet, Hal yells up the causeway to the control room:
D! Why are we not gone yet?

[fistandantilus4....]

!?! "Why are we...!" I outta! ...

Daylin hits the switch for the ramp, trusting that everyone will get theri tails inside, and closes the cargo hatch, swoop or no swoop. He twirls the chair, slapping keys to bring the engines to life, hitting the repulsors, and bringing the ship up in to the air.

Hal I need you up here! I can't fly and put the coordinates in for hyperspace at the same time!

Where the hell are we going anyways?!?

[Ophis]

Rand pauses for a moment, uncertain if he wants to leave his Swoop. He reaches a decision. He takes his hand from the blaster and with a flick of a switch on the swoop lifts it from the ground slightly and runs it straight up the boarding ramp. Once in he hits another switch detaching the guidance vanes on the front, the shifting them to sit ontop of th main body, so it takes up a bit less room.

He grins broadly, Nice to meet you. Name's rand.

[ludomastro]

As the Centurion Hawk begins to lift off, a second dropship moves to intercept and a warning begins to blare, Unidentified vessel, halt! Land immediately and prepare for boarding!

[fistandantilus4....]

The hell with this ...

Daylin sets the forward shields at full, and aims the Centurion Hawk right at the drop ship.

Hal will kill me if we live through this.

[ludomastro]

Halt! Halt! The dropship veers to the side to avoid the Centurion Hawk as it rushes forward. It circles around back but is out of range to fire. As the Centurion Hawk gets close to the atmosphere, the sensors begin wailing as a capital ship comes into view. The ship communication crackles to life. An extremely calm voice begins speaking: Unidentified ship, you are under arrest. Stand down and prepare to be boarded or you will be destroyed.

[fistandantilus4....]

Keying up the comm, Daylin answers quickly Sir it's a .... *crackle* been boarded! They're storming *crackle* Asssitance! dead comm.

Switch the shields to the rear area, and floor it . Heading for low orbit, skating the atmo, to use the planet as an obstruction so the capitol ship can't fire on us.

Yelling to the back of the ship Could use some help up here!

[Lady Door]

Screaming curses that would make a mercenary blush, Hal somersaults end over end as the ship abruptly begins its ascent.
I'll kill him if we live through this!! Finally managing to get to her feet, Hal nods to the other passengers, trying her best to look dignified.
You may have noticed some slight turbulence. Nothing to worry about, we'll be fine... now, if you'll excuse me I need to assist my mechanic.
Trying her best to remain upright, Hal stalks out of the room and into the cockpit.
What in the hell is going on here?! Hal slides into her seat, taking over the main controls and then snapping the switch that quiets the comm system. Looking over at Daylin she shrugs.
That guy's voice was driving me nuts.

[fistandantilus4....]

There's an Imp Deuce there, and Vic there, and an assault crraft there, and I'm tryign to get us there! But I sitll odn't have any hyperspace coordinates, and they're about to start shooting! Where the hell are we even going Hal!?

Already working the secondary controls, Daylin is watching the sensors while pulling up star systems on the astrogation system.

[Lady Door]

Hal's face blanches for a moment before she responds quickly....
We'll head to Dantooine. I hear it's nice this time of year... get me all the power you can. We're going to need it to get outta here.