Null followed Koren into the cockpit, also fully suited in her jet black armor. She had mixed a drink with some of her Powdered liver just in case, but she still was feeling a bit of buzz. Listening to him quietly, she rested a hand on his shoulder and waited for him to finish before voicing her own opinion. "This prisoner of theirs must be a big deal if they think dealing with the empire is worth the trouble. So they must either be confident or stupid. Vercopaanir ge'hutuun, tsikador jurkadir Osi'kyr. Hope for incompetence, brace yourself to receive surprises. I don't mind a straight fight, but we'd be relying on them to be completely moronic. Plus, that ship has some massive thrusters... And alot of them. We wouldnt be able to disable them with this crates guns before taking heavy fire, And I'm assuming your homonymous friend here wants to keep his ship unscathed... But I'd be willing to bet its fast enough to stay on one side of the shaft of her. Those guns are only aligned on the topside. If this pilots as good as he thinks he is he can keep in synchronous orbit around her while we burn through her underside. We could even take our time and hit strategic points that would allow us to force their hand at a surrender..."

Corran turned, almost with as much disdain as he had when the same people talked about drinking his alcohol. "Chuckles bring up the threat assessment board." He turned to the screen as it brought up the CR90, the intel was right for a change. He stroked the stubble that had been growing on his chin ever since the Imperials caught him. He looked over his shoulder speaking as he hit a switch, switching out the Sabers transponder ID so that on any scanners they would appear as the Rising Star still far enough out for the change to be undetected by the cruiser sitting in the planets orbit. "You folks don't play much Sabaac do you?" He sighed as he pointed out the viewport at the planet, the cruiser barely visible.

"That ship won't be all they have, and even if it is the main settlement is right below it. If we make a case of trying to avoid it it has plenty of time to move and intercept us, besides that won't be all they have. A pirate that's capable of taking prisoners from the Empire, who obviously isn't just another stormtrooper despite what we're being told, isn't only going to possess a blockade runner. Especially not such a poorly armed one." He shrugged while looking out the viewport. "With any luck any bigger ships aren't poised nearby to attack any would be rescuers and are out on a raid somewhere, even then I wouldn't expect this place to be undefended. Which is why-" He turned to look at them.

"-We're going in nice and easily. We'll save the fighting for the way back out once we've got a look at their defences. I mean this is technically an official Imperial Planet despite the fact it's been over run, they could have turbolaser batteries down there. Don't worry, once we're down you can go as trigger happy as you want." He turned to Chuckles. "Set a course for the main space port, nice and easy. Bring us up to specification speed, let's not show them how heavily modified we are yet. I want to keep that one a secret for when we're bringing our way out of atmosphere." He turned to the group. "They'll start communicating with us in a couple of minutes. I'll take us down but you guys might want to get everyone else ready, and figure out what the hell you guys are going to do."

Haatyc or'arue jate'shya ori'sol aru'ike nuhaatyc. The scruffy looking pilot was right. Who knows how many enemies they couldn't see? Null was so much more used to fighting on the ground. While she was an excellent fighter pilot, that didnt take much planning to do. A ground battle was very different, and she was pretty decent at strategizing with dirt beneath her feet. She really couldnt get the hang of space combat strategy though... it was rather uncomfortable and awkward territory for her.

Therra was woken up by the sounds of a voice echoing throughout the ship, quickly throwing on her armor, and slipping on the attachments needed to turn her carbine into a long rifle she left the cabin. Things were quiet as she walked onto the bridge and found most of the crew armored and ready, looking at the other mandalorian she just shook her head and listened as they discussed battle plans. Taking up a spot next to the little astromech and using him to lean on she spoke. "I say we just take a ship from the space port, use that to get in quietly." She said, letting go of the little astromech so she could stand fully and look at everyone.

When nobody else said anything she continued. "Of course we would need to borrow this little guy." She said, nodding at chuckles and looking to the pilot hoping his answer would be a yes if albeit a slightly hesitant one, but if they were to do her plan it did hinge on the little droid piloting the ship.

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Therra was woken up by the sounds of a voice echoing throughout the ship, quickly throwing on her armor, and slipping on the attachments needed to turn her carbine into a long rifle she left the cabin. Things were quiet as she walked onto the bridge and found most of the crew armored and ready, looking at the other mandalorian she just shook her head and listened as they discussed battle plans. Taking up a spot next to the little astromech and using him to lean on she spoke. "I say we just take a ship from the space port, use that to get in quietly." She said, letting go of the little astromech so she could stand fully and look at everyone.When nobody else said anything she continued. "Of course we would need to borrow this little guy." She said, nodding at chuckles and looking to the pilot hoping his answer would be a yes if albeit a slightly hesitant one, but if they were to do her plan it did hinge on the little droid piloting the ship.

If its gonna be that small, I could pilot it actually... It'd have to be a simple ship... maybe just a transport shuttle. Therra's right, we keep them from knowing we were ever there, keep it quick and quiet, we can extract the mark and be out of there before the next rotation.

"Spaceport works too," Koren replied, his expression one of acceptance, a rare less animated look on his handsome face. "Though I doubt the pirates have much backup, you never see fleets of those scum, they all hate each other. It's always a small to medium sized ship, sometimes with fighters." He added, speaking from experience. Then the Saber zoomed forward, heading towards an actual sign of civilization on the mining world, a large city type area, the modified starship gliding over the frozen deserts below as it veered towards a landing.

The city itself was untouched, as the pirates would have been suicidal to attempt an assault on it, several imposing turrets sat around in strategically placed spots, while some smaller Imperial vessels floated around overhead. From the information they had been fed on the planet itself, this city held several million citizens, majority of which were humans, many of whom were employed as miners.

"Well, we just need to find somewhere to land. Hope there's space." Koren said to no one in particular as he looked out a window port at the city.

Mumbin woke up with a barfish belch and looked around. Everyone was gearing up so it was time to get the head in the action, he stole a swig of something someone left half finished and staggered into the cargo bay for his crate of crap. Opening the seal, he was greeted to a leather armor of his people that reeked of, well...reek. Leather armor wouldn't do spit against blaster fire, but then again he's seen stormtroopers fall over from one hit as well like duraplast crabs and he had it modified to hold all his gear without sacrificing movement so he sacrificed protection instead.

"If we go in loud, we have to go out louder, and I got a hangover so can we go nice and quiet, please?"

He winced at his own voice and dropped to his knees when the update blared over the intercom of the at-arrival data update. It felt worse than playing catch with a stun grenade, that was a bad time on Nar Shaddaa with good liquor for the effort. Well since he was on his knees anyways, might as well get changed, Soon enough he was dressed to kill and smelled like the dead.

Corran navigated them through the given flight path, despite the obvious Pirate presence they had obviously not managed to corrupt this worlds Governor, or at least not openly enough for it to be obvious upon arrival. It seemed like any other backwater though, he kicked in the repulsors as they approached a bay lowering them gently onto the ground, a soft thud as the landing gear hit dirt. He stood up leaning to look out who would approach the ship. Two men, and a Twi'lek. No obvious gang signs or tattoos and the two men looked respectable enough in their Imperial Uniforms, he wasn't as sure about the Twi'lek though. He turned to the Mandalorian who had requested Chuckles. "Not on your life sister, you got that other droid anyway somewhere aboard." He checked the setting on his blaster before standing up. "I say, we clear customs." He pointed at the men approaching the ship. "Then we do some snooping."

He looked around the group and thought off the others, a droid and a trandoshan. They weren't exactly a very coherent group, except the fact that three of them were human. He looked at Koren. "Despite what you think pirates have banded together before, have you never been to a pirate nest? You get quite a few pirates together." He shrugged. "I suppose a bounty hunter would have less experience with them than a smuggler, you tend to go against individual captains. I've seen the control of some pirates ,I've also seen what Imperials do to pirate nests-" He thought back to his time within the Imperial navy, seemingly distant for a moment before he shook out of it. "-Anyway. I say we probe around for a bit, see what we can find out and if we can get up there and aboard without a fire fight."

"I may just be the pilot but I think you'd be foolish to waste my experience with these things." He look from the Zeltron, to the stinking Gungan and the two Mandalorians. "If you guys want to go straight for the cruiser though, feel free to find yourselves another ship and someone to fly it."

"Fine, we'll see if we can figure something out here." Koren said to the pilot, folding his arms before beginning out of the ship to see what the greeting party had to say, but before he left he spoke once more. "But, we are definitely blowing something up." He added, raising a finger to let his words sink in, as a slight smirk appeared on his face. He exited the Saber, coming down the ramp and stopping before the three figures, two drapped in Imperial clothing.

"We received word that your vessel would be arriving. You have full clearence to dock here. But that does not give you an excuse to start any trouble." One of the Imperials said, giving Koren a look of seriousness. This sect of the Empire must have been briefed on some of the people onboard the Saber.

"I'll be good, don't worry your little head." Koren said, a grin appearing on his face. He felt like stomping around the spaceport a bit, see if they could figure out anything interesting, but for the moment he waited for the other members of the crew who wised to do the same to emerge from the ship.

Corran walked down the ramp, throwing a credchip at the customs official. "Docking fee, I'll have my droid zip over the manifest. No cargo, we're looking for some work." He ignored the bemused look on the official. At least now he knew without a doubt that there was a tracking device on his hull somewhere. With all the scrambling he had going on and the false transponder, not to mention that the ship wasn't exactly cosmetically different from any of the other YT-1300s in existence throughout the galaxy. He stretched, letting his joints crack as he did so. Chuckles came down the ramp and Corran cast him a glance. "Where do you think you're going?" The little droid spun his head dome and let loose several tones. "I don't think so, everytime you're there I get accused of cheating-" He paused for a second. "-More than I usually do. Get back on the ship, the new droid brain implanted by the Empire is being less than co-operative."

He took off his datapad and handed it to the droid. "I mean I know what we had going before wasn't exactly nice but it was effective. Get it sorted." He looked at Koren, and the others that were descending the ramp. "Now kids, keep out of trouble."

He tapped one of his pockets. "I'm off to play some Sabaac."