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Extraordinarily Boring Interest Check [F for M]

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Aellyn held on to a grip above her as the transport left the small square heading toward the Basilisk. Fel had moved pretty quickly in the store house. The plan had gone sideways long enough and he wanted to get the job back on track. She understood that reasoning, though she should have asked more questions on the UA before she decided to take matters in her own hands. In the blink of an eye, she had her helmet back on. Following in line beside the Chiss, her mind raced with thoughts of what her plan was going to be, once on board. At least she didn’t have to deal with the kid.

The troopers in the square didn’t give them any problems. At least Fel was quick thinking, giving them answer to get them on board. Here she was, standing between the lieutenant and the med tech as the transport made its way bumpy way toward the cruiser.

"ETA three minutes to the Basilisk... so, how long you three been on LRP here?,"

Aellyn froze, was he talking to her or the group in general. Her eyes moved toward Fel but I was the Chiss that answered. She had to hand it to the guy, he was good to get out himself out of bad situation but at least he didn’t blow their cover. She would have to keep her promise about shooting him where she had no intention to keep if something does happen. As they stepped onto the ImpStar, Aellyn did what she had done up this point, make up a plan. She swiped a security pin from the Med Tech and stepped to the side. Hiding herself from plan view. Pulling out her datapad, she inserted the pin and quickly went to work. Easy enough to over ride it, this would get Fel and Jet into where ever they wanted. Hoping it wouldn’t set off any alarms. Buying them time to get whatever they came for. Tucking her pad away, she turned and passed the pin to Jet, hoping he would know what it was for.

“Hour.” She whispered to her counterparts before turning herself toward the Chiss. “Lead the way…”

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@mattmanganon

I didn’t want you to think we are ignoring you. The crew is full at the moment but we may need more later on! Thank you for the interest and will keep you in mind as we float amongst the galaxy!

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This plan was going swimmingly, just like she predicted. Hence why she took matters into her own hands, saving the lab worker and coming up with something different. However, the kid falling into the middle of their little gathering, took this plan in another direction. Even if Fel didn’t have the helmet on, his body language said it all. He was furious that his simple plan was being changed by the second. Entering the storehouse, the poor workers, scattered out the back while Fel threatened them. Yea, perfect, scare the locals, that will surely make this easier, she thought. Standing there, observing the scene, she noticed the Chiss take a seat out of the corner of her eye.

"Some town... Even if I had gotten out of that alley, I'm not sure I'd have got back to the Basilisk with all my internal organs intact……Thanks again.”

Aellyn didn’t answer the lab worker. Though a small smile formed own her lips, hearing the thanks from the Imperial. The gesture seemed genuine. She looked up toward Fel, who seemed to be staring right into her soul. He took off his helmet, which made her perk an eyebrow under her own. There goes the element of surprise, she thought. He spat off more death threats. They were really wasting time, here. As Fel, questioned her, asking her what they were going to do next. She really didn’t know. This plan was crumbling fast. She opened her mouth to speak but the Chiss started first.

Turning her head toward the Imperial, he talked like he didn’t want to die. Giving them an alternative plan so he could live. Smart, though this plan had nothing about the Admiral, she assumed and the Chiss must have thought they were rebels. Made sense.

“Let me live and I’ll forget I ever saw you.”

How many minutes past? That transport was not going to wait forever. Aellyn composed herself and lifted the helmet off her head with a twisting motion, sticking it under her arm. Her hand fixing a few strands of her hair. She had studied the lab worker, either he was a really good lier or his words were true. His manners in the alley seemed like he wasn’t a fighter, just a simple worker for the Empire, much like she was. Doing his duty.

Her attention moved to Fel as she spoke. “I was not sure how we were going to get a uniform, then I saw him in the alleyway. I took a chance. He is our ticket to get onboard. The Basilisk is one of the most highly classified ships in the fleet. Even with papers or slicing our way in, someone would notice eventually. He can buy us time.” She turned to the lab worker. “ We are not after the Admiral….We are on a smuggle job. There is something on the ship that he wants..” Aellyn gestured toward Fel.

“I’m not one to trust people I just met but I trusted you to give me passage and here I am, helping you. We are losing time. We get on the transport, I’ll take the Chiss to medical. You do what you came here for. We meet back at the transport and get off this dumb planet.”

It was the best she could come up with at the moment. Aellyn then pointed her pistol toward the Chiss. “If he thinks about double crossing me. I’ll shoot him myself. What about the kid?”

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Aellyn crossed her arms, watching as the Chiss peaked around the corner. Did he think that the junkers would come back with more of their friends? Her thoughts stopped, she didn’t consider that. Standing straighter, she stepped toward the main street as he introduced himself. Her head tilted down as he extended his hand towards her. Aellyn didn’t return the offer.

“We need to move…” She spoke matter of fact, taking him by his upper arm, shoving him forward before releasing him. They made their way back up the street,side by side, silent, until she finally approached her ‘squad’.

“Sir…” Speaking to Fel. She paused, she didn’t know what story to come up with, so she improvised. “Found the technician that needed transport back. Believe he got lost.

Aellyn just turned this plan inside out, she hoped that Fel and Jet didn’t mind the small hiccup.

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How do they see in these things? She muttered to herself as she fell behind Jet and Fel after tripping on yet another pile of junk. The armor smelled, the planet smelled, yet her moral compass landed her here. Her Empire way of thinking had come out again. Thinking she was better than this and some low level grunt could do it for her. Sighing, she adjusted the oversized helmet and hurried off to catch the crew of the UA. Aellyn wanted to see what her actions did to the galaxy, to the innocent people, like her father. If this was part of the journey, than she would suck it up and do it. Though, she would have to get dibs on the shower if they make it back to the ship.

As Fel made the called to halt, she stepped to the side of Jet, just so could see the settlement just above the rise. The helmet didn’t help much, seriously, how do they aim? She listened to the plan, the thought of just walking on seemed too easy. Even if they had papers. Maybe she should have waited with Wrench back on the ship.

“…just act like you own the place..” Fel muttered. She scoffed biting her tongue, sixty percent, her thoughts reminded her. Enough to get her to her next destination, her next check from her list.

As they entered Derrivan’s Point, Aellyn’s heart dropped. Her head turned left, then right as the realization of the Empire’s might came full circle. The dwellings were built into the massive piles of junk and scraps. The settlers using what they had around them to build some sort of life here. What life that was, she wondered. It wasn’t like anything she was use too. How could the senate let this happen?

As she was about to turn to catch up yet again to Fel and Jet, she saw, down an alleyway, a glimpse of a familiar looking uniform. Gray jacket, pants, black boots. A Chiss. All the way out here? Stopping, she figured she would take Fel’s words to heart. Act like I own the place.

Approaching the three junkers and the Chiss, she mustered up whatever courage she had and spoke directly to the Imperial. “Do we have a problem here, sir?” Her robotic, distorted voice coming through the helmet.

The twi’lek turned as well as his friends. They seemed to square up, like they wanted a fight. However, she seemed to have caught them off guard for now. Maybe this armor was useful, as awful as it smelled.

“This guy cheated in a game of Sabacc. We want our credits.”

Aellyn figured the Twi’lek thought she would bring justice to an outsider. That wasn’t the Empire’s way. “I doubt that is true. I suggest you three leave or I will arrest you. For disorderly conduct against an Imperial officer.. ” That seems like a good threat, she thought.

The twi’lek’s hand gripped the blaster on his right hip. He seemed to think on it before spitting on the ground next to his mudded boots. He turned and spoke to the Chiss. “If we see you again, let’s hope this trooper isn’t around.” He motioned to his friends as the three made their way past her, back toward the main street and more than likely the cantina to swindle more patrons.

Aellyn sighed in relief and looked back to the Chiss. New Plan, she thought. “Do you need an escort back, sir?” She had found an officer though she had hoped, she would have found a uniform to get her out of the one she was wearing.

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About a million questions started to flow inside of her head, however, she kept her mouth shut this time. The plan was going to go forward, whether she accepted it now or never. Aellyn picked up the helmet again, turning it over in her hands. If they were seen coming out of this pile of junk, no doubt they would be caught. She hoped that landing so far away would minimized that discovery. There were holes in this plan and has meticulous as she was, it hit every nerve. The thoughts lingered for mere moments. She sighed softly as she turned her attention to the mech.

“Are you really into this plan? Because honestly, this is half baked.” She spoke stepping toward the crate full of trooper uniforms. “I really hope these were sanitized before they were place in this crate..” Aellyn gave in and pulled out one of the smaller uniforms. “This smells of bantha poo-doo…” She scoffed, leaving the cargo bay and taking the few steps back to her room.

She had just finished pulling on the uniform when the ship landed. It didn’t fit quite exactly but it will do. She tucked her data pad inside the uniform and picked up the helmet. Stepping out, uncomfortable as she was, Aellyn made her want down the ramp to the junk filled planet.

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Vinoor Kara. A name she instantly recognized. Highly praised, highly regarded in the Imperial ranks. He embraced the Empire’s rule with unwavering loyalty. Every campaign, every threat was met with little to no resistance. His political gains grew with each of his victories. No one questioned his methods. Aellyn caught the helmet that Fel tossed to her. Rolling it over in her hands as she stared into the black eye holes of the troopers helmet. This had to be the dumbest plan in the history of plans, she thought. Her brain was now in overdrive. The Pilot was right, Lotho technically was a good place to hide something in plain sight. However, a Star Destroyer? The planet had to be crawling with Imps, regardless of what Wrench said. No way the Empire was going to let anyone touch its prize ship and commander. She started to wonder if fifty percent cut was worth it.

“You are both either completely blind or stupid.” Aellyn rested the helmet on a nearby crate. “You want to go raid a star destroyer? What is it that is so highly regarded that this Abelene lady wants?” She shook her head, placing her hands onto her hips as she begun to pace the cargo bay.

Just hearing about the whereabouts of the Basilisk, five months after, she set out to uncover the truth. No ship just goes missing without notifying someone. Still, this mission didn’t sit right with her. It may be a simple one but with codes changing constantly, they had no chance to get in and out.

Aellyn turned to the Pilot. “I also never said I wanted in. I said if you needed me, I wanted fifty present of the cut. Though, now thinking about this brilliant plan of yours, fifty is not enough.” Her emphasis on brilliant was nothing short of telling the Pilot how dumb this plan sounded. She sighed, running her hand over her face. If they were taken captive or worse, Wrench was not going to let her fly out of here. They might actually needed her.

“I want sixty percent and I’m not dressing as a trooper. You need an officer."

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Her jacket hung loose against her small frame while she made her toward the cargo bay. With a glance, one knew it was made for someone much larger than her. She remembered the day her father handed it to her. Right before the Empire took him away. The jacket was heavy, not in the sense but of the life and duty it had seen. It smelled of oil from the shop and memories that she had long forgotten. It was a reminder of home and of why she was here in the first place. How she wished it was a different ship.

She stepped into the cargo bay, noticing the scattered containers. Could this place be any more disorganized? Her eyebrows raised, stepping past the pilot who seemed to have an interest in one particular crate. Leaning up against a stack nearby, her ankles cross as the canister hissed open. Her eyes shot open, noticing the armor that he had just revealed.

“You told her yet, Kid?”

Aellyn stood straight, her eyes going from the mech then back to the Pilot. Questions that needed answer filled her mind as the older man made his presence known.

“What? Why would he tell me anything? I’m the detour, remember? I didn’t even know we were going to Lotho until fifteen minutes ago?

To say she was pissed was an understatement. What the heck kind of a job are they running? “Someone better fill me in quick because with that armor and the ship codes. I gotta bad feeling about this.”