Tadia had claimed a room as soon as she was aboard, she wasn't sharing. That was for sure. After that she took her time walking around the ship, it had similarities with many Corellian Models. The upgrades obvious, even she could spot the smuggling traps. The boards had a different colouration and if you stood on them (and they didn't collapse due to poor craftmanship, as she had seen someone do) there was a distinctly different sound. How Imperials were ever fooled by these traps she wasn't sure, they must all be idiots.

After walking around she moved into the weapons room and again stood near the door. "It's an all right ship. Though I have two questions. Why the Drifter four? And where'd you steal it? I've been meaning to get my own ride. It's so inconveinant having to smuggle yourself all the time or having to pay." She shrugged, "Also, I guess this is thirdly. Where's the alcohol?"

Raresk looked around the vessel they would be using and smiled and nodded his approval. It was a relatively nice ship, better then the ones that he usually traveled on. Much more room. He found himself walking around as he looked at his new surroundings and thought about where he would most likely be sleeping. He knew from a few hunts that he had undertaken with others that he sometimes made made somewhat loud noises when he slept. Something to try and avoid if at all possible.

He found himself approaching the cargobay and took a quick look around and smiled. This would be where he would sleep. Not to mention maybe he could take a look at what they had to work with once they arrived at the objective.

Hidan walked into the ship, sharp grey eyes scanning the freighter. It was quite a big thing, not as big as a Star Destroyer of course but it was quite large for a mere freighter. He explored, looking into the rooms to see where everything was. His steel boots clanked against the floor, his heavy breathing robotised by the mask. The Yakamura finally found his quarters, the few essentials to classify it as a bedroom organised neatly. He laid his pack and weapons down, the table groaning under the weight. His hand shook with nervousness and uncertainty.

'Don't screw yourself over it Hidan.' Hidan scolded himself 'The meeting is over and now there is nothing that you can do about it. Your mental health is your own damn business.' Though Hidan seemed strong, he was worrying in the inside. He would have to let Assassin or Scourge out for the fighting and though he had learned over the years to trust them not to hurt their bodies, he didn't trust them to protect the others in the missions to come. 'They can't know, they'll shun me from the group, maybe even ask the employer to kick me off.'

'Except for that Trazi girl, huh? Damn fine ass, I must say. Did you see her glare at you. Feisty.' Scourge smirked. Even though they had made a pack to never hurt their body on purpose, it didn't mean that he couldn't screw with Hidan. He's already tried with Assassin.... That never ended very well. Usually a kick to the gonads.

'Be quiet Scourge of I'll sic Assassin on you.' The annoyance immediately shut it, a mental image of Assassin barring his teeth at Scourge making Hidan chuckle. Trazi..... That was a problem. He had told her about his mental "sickness", and if she started spouting off at the others or if the others made her drunk enough to tell them, she'll become a problem.

'A problem that would need to be dealt with. I can deal with her for you' offered Assassin. The Yakamura grimaced. If Assassin said "deal with her", Hidan knew what he meant. He mentally shook his head and Assassin silenced himself, blending in with the shadows of his scarred and treacherous mind. During his thoughts, Hidan was unconsciously took his helmet off and started to clean his weapons.

'No Assassin, I'll deal with her. And don't you dare switch with me, I can just talk to her.' Hidan paused, his hands unconsciously grabbing the white cloth he's using to clean the shotgun. 'Maybe later though. After the mission. Maybe.' The Yakamura didn't see Assassin shake his head in disappointment. Hidan just laughed at the scene, shouting out 'Hey Assassin! I didn't know that you were Hidan's *****!' He also didn't see Scourge getting his eye burned out by Assassin's cigarette, only feeling a twitch in his right eye.

Hidan checked the silencer on his Assault Rifle, looking for any discrepancies. Seeing none, he attached it back on his Rifle. While not being able to fight as well as Assassin or Scourge, he can still clean his slugthrowers well. They were his babies, the only thing holding him back from naming them was Assassin's lessons about getting attached to such things as weapons which can be discarded. 'Well, it didn't stop me from naming my baby sword, huh Kubikiribōchō?' Assassin whipped his head towards Hidan with a quizzical look before shrugging and going back to backhanding Scourge.

He finished cleaning his Assault Rifle and his Shotgun before mag-clamping it on his back. He looked at Kubikiribōchō and the sharpener. He knew from past experience that sharpening it took a long time and it was really loud. To save his precious ears, he decided to do in the empty Engineering Bay.

Hidan walked out into the corridors and looped around the centre, following the path until reaching the engineering bay. He stepped into the Bay only to see Trazi in there. "Um, hello." He did not expect for Trazi to be there, especially because the last time he checked, the Bay was empty. "Sorry for interrupting, I just needed to sharpen my sabre." He indicated to his sword and then rubbed the back of neck. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean for Scourge to pop out like that." He stared into her eyes for a few seconds, her deep blue eyes stare at him back. He turned away, sat down next to her and started sharpening his sword. The schlick sound of his sword eased the awkward silence.

Scourge hooted and wolf whistled. 'And then your gonna bang her in the Engineering Bay! Wow, I didn't take you as a exhibitionist Hid-urk!' Assassin burrowed his fist in Scourge's gut and proceeded to kick him in the face. Hidan's face turned a faint red before returning to focusing on sharpening Kubikiribōchō.

Being that she had little else to do, Sirka followed Sai to the cargo hold. Compared to the other rooms she saw, it had a bit more in the way of living space, so she might actually prefer it. Of course, the beds would still be annoyingly small, but that was to be expected at this point. If this employer did end up offering them multiple jobs after this, then that would be something she would deal with. Until then, she wouldn't even need a room of her own. After all, it wasn't going to be long before they reached their destination.

Sirka joined Sai in the weapons control room around the same time as Tadia arrived. There wasn't much use in discussing their plans for the ground attack until the rest of the team was present, so, like Tadia, she intended to just pass the time with less important questions. "Since it is somewhat large enough, I think I'll take the cargo bay if we get to a point where we actually need our own rooms. Just make sure to give me my privacy...or not, doesn't really matter to me. But, if you barge in, you do it at your own risk." She commented.

Almost as soon as she had sat down, Sai hopped back up from her seat. She was notably more tense than she had been at all before, and her fists were clenched. She took a couple steps towards Tadia before beginning her tirade.

"Drifter IV is not 'all right.' Drifter IV is a heavily modified YV-560 and she is the best damn modified YV-560 exploration freighter in the galaxy. I turned a kriffing science freighter into one of the fastest, most maneuverable smuggling ships around, and in my hands, she dances. I kid you not. She dances. So show some damn respect."

Sai took a deep breath, took a moment to compose herself, and sat back down again. "She's Drifter IV because the first three were destroyed. The first one got EMP'd by this blabbering Gungan, some laserbrain caught his hand in Drifter II's boarding ramp and decided to bomb the ship, and Drifter III... well, let's just say she lost the will to live. Anyways, I'm not really one for drinking, but there should be some alcohol in the ceiling panel by the port docking ring. You'll find it, it's not hard to spot," Sai rattled off nonchalantly, swiveling around in her seat to face the targeting computer and avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room.

Tadia got ready, waiting for if it came to blows. She wouldn't seriously harm the pilot, but she'd throw a punch back if the pilot went for it. She listened to the rant. "Fair enough, many ships have been through the bends before the pilot has a ship he or she is happy with. I merely said it was alright as I have yet to see it fly, though I presumed it to be impressive or it would not have warranted our employers attention." Tadia merely shrugged before having a moment of wisdom, she figured that she'd be with this group for long enough that she could drop the facade at least once. "We all grow in our own ways, some through loss and some through pain. The point is that you've grown." With that she stretched and let out a sigh, whispering into her helmet sometimes you lose too much. With that she turned out of the room.

"I'm going to put some of the alcohol to cool for once we get back after a successful mission."

Trazi walked around for a moment when she heard Sai tell her to be careful when walking. She simply smirked and nodded, though she hoped that she was light enough that she wouldn't fall through. Seeing no one that she really wanted to talk to she went back to the Engineering Bay.

Sitting down once again on the floor she crossed her legs and meditated for a bit. She focused on her breathing and slowing her heart rate. These were exercises the Blokere had her learn in order to help her be a better killer. Even though she hated her old master, some of the things he had her learn came in handy. She could hear someone coming and opened her eyes to see Hidan.

She lifted an eyebrow when he talked about his sabre and how he was sorry for what happened earlier. She didn't move or say anything when he sat next to her. She simply watched him as he sharpened his sword. She wondered if he was having a conversation with the other voices in his head. He must of been as she could see his eye twice slightly and his face went slightly pink. She couldn't help wondering what the voices were saying.

"So.... is there a reason why you left out your little problem when you introduced yourself?" She asked in a soft voice that wasn't condemning, as she was curious. Though the dark part of her could use that card of knowledge to her advantage. She hated how she thought it but it was trained into her.

She did hope though that the other two in his head wouldn't come out when she asked the question. The wild one seemed like the one she could seduce, the other she wasn't too sure about. But regardless she hoped to remain talking to Hidan.

Hidan closed his eyes, hands gripping the handle of his sword. schlick schlick. His knuckles were white, the sword sending sparks everywhere. The sword was made out of a special alloy, a mix between metal and crystal. The sword had a special Mercury core so when heated, the sabre emits a blinding light. Of course, being a sabre, it was also flexible and used for slashing rather than stabbing. Hidan opened his eyes, the schlick of the sword calming his nerves.

"I have met many people. The lowest of scum, rapists, child molesters, slavers and Hutts. Every single one of them I have killed. And none of them compare to what is inside me." Hidan paused, eyes glazing over as he ran through Scourge's and Assassin's memories. Assassin and Scourge were silent, watching the conversation with interest. This was the farthest Hidan has ever told anyone anything about his mental health. Hidan paused over one and opened his mouth.

"I cannot tell you how many times I have been scarred from what they have done. The only thing they have in common with me is that they share my body. That is it. One of them wanted to have his way with you while the other wanted to kill you." Silence reigned around the room, Hidan's knuckles turning white. "If any of them came out right now, I wouldn't be able to stop them. I am only the Diplomat. The Scribe. I cannot kill anything, I cannot do anything that they have done. On the battlefield, I would be absolutely slaughtered. I have to rely on the monster inside of me to keep me alive."

Hidan turned to look into Trazi's eyes. "I survive through my monster. Through the monster, I prosper. This demon is my saviour, my last line of defence. I do not know who I am anymore. I am not Hidan Yakamura." He pointed at his chest and made a circle around his heart. "We are Hidan Yakamura. I live my demon. And I bet you the world that no one else in this whole ship lives their demon like me. For they are a part of me."

Hidan paused, letting his words sink in. He rubbed the bacon of his head. "Sorry about that." He turned around and went back to sharpening his sword. "I say too much."

"No shit" Assassin couldn't help but agree.

It did not take too long for the destroyer to reach their destination, or at least, as close as it was taking them. The ship had to stop outside the planet's sensor range, else the planet's defenses would go on alert. They had managed to get through a quick meeting to detail their plans for retrieving their target. Sirka had not been listening too closely at the part leading up to the landing, as there wasn't much she could do about that. If there were turrets to man or something, one of the others would be better for that job, since they could actually fit in the chairs. Once they were on the ground, however, it would be Sirka's time to shine. Sai was going to try to find a landing zone as close as possible to the caves, but she had to find somewhere out of the way to hide the ship, so they still might have to hoof it for a while. As such, Sirka was bringing all of her weaponry. Even if the electronics couldn't be used in the caves, they would still be useful above ground if they ran into trouble.

Sirka was in the main hold of the Drifter, fully armed and ready. She was tempted to head to the cockpit to take a look at the action once it started, but it probably wasn't a good idea to bother their pilot while she was doing her thing. All she could do at the moment was wait, repeater in hand, for the moment she would finally get something to shoot.

Sai took a deep breath. The plan seemed straightforward enough, but any good smuggler knew that a plan lasted as long as a man did in bed. Pre-flight checklist looked good, as expected; Sai kept Drifter IV in top shape. Hopefully everybody in the back was settled in, since Sai expected this to be a bit of a bumpy ride. "Hangar Control, this is Drifter IV. We're out of here." Silence on the other end. What the hell? She just wanted permission to depart. "Hangar Control? I'm taking off. I'd like to not be crushed by the hangar shields, thanks," Sai shot into the comm.

A grunt on the other end. Kriffing idiot was taking a nap, Sai realized. "Uh, yeah, you're, uh, good to go," Hangar Control reported back. Sai swore to punch that laserbrain in the face when they came back. She gently pulled Drifter IV into the air and out of the hangar. She took it slowly, waiting for the Providence-class to begin firing on the Imperial Destroyers. That would be Sai's cue to book it towards the planet surface. Until then, Drifter IV was caught floating around with its figurative pants down.

It was only a few seconds, but those seconds feel like hours when you're waiting to start a battle between two destroyers right over your head. As soon as Drifter IV registered the first shots from the Providence-class' weapons, Sai began accelerating her freighter towards the planet's surface.

There was a trick to this kind of planetary approach, especially when there was a kriffing Star Destroyer waiting to blast you out of the sky - sure, you wanted to go in fast and hard, but you never went in a straight line. Sai had learned the hard way that you were just about broadcasting your flight projection to anyone that wanted to target you. The serpentine maneuver, while made popular by many holovids, was just as predictable, as Sai found that just about every pilot serpentined in an almost perfect sine curve. No, years of experience taught Sai that you wanted to break up your flight pattern as randomly and hectic as you could make it. Of course, that made flying itself a little uncomfortable, but it was a lot better than being spaced.

So Sai did just that - in as irregular a way as she could, Sai shot around in just about every direction towards the hole, avoiding any kind of weapons lock. Fortunately, the irregularity of her flight only had to last as long as Drifter IV was at risk of being fired upon.

Wait - something on her console started beeping. Sai glanced at the beeping for a split second, before shouting behind her, "TIE Squadron! Someone get on those laser cannons and keep them off of us! Evasive maneuvers only work so well when I'm trying to avoid a blasted lock from a Star Destroyer."

"TIE Squadron! Someone get on those laser cannons and keep them off of us! Evasive maneuvers only work so well when I'm trying to avoid a blasted lock from a Star Destroyer."

Raresk heard the voice of one of his new traveling companions echo through the ship and got to his feet and nearly fell on his rear as the ship took evasive actions. "Raresk will head to the gun turrets! This one will get them off us!" He shouted as he ran towards the turrets and arrived after a few moments. He strapped himself into the gunner's seat and smiled savagely.

Imperial ships are simply another form of prey. They are fast but they are fragile. Almost like Gizka. He thought as he began firing the lasers at the pursuing imperial TIE fighters. The smile on his face widened as he managed to clip one of the TIE fighters on it's solar panel which caused it to lose control for a moment and he chuckled slightly as laser fire caught on of the other TIE fighters slightly above the cockpit.

Scorekeeper watch over me. He thought as he continued to fire at the TIE fighters.

Tadia ran to the control room, seeing one of the seats already occupied. She sat in one of the ones nearby without so much as a word to the Trandoshan. While he felt it time to shout and smirk, it was simply time to strap in. Yes if there were more turrets spaced throughout the ship, or it was a ground objective calling out what you were doing did make an element of sense however in this case if all the seats were taken nobody had anywhere to go anyway. However she couldn't keep herself from retorting; "You aren't going to keep them off us yourself laser brain. Now stop grinning like a inbred gungan and focus." With that she released a four shot volley at the incoming TIE fighters, she managed to clip one, however it continued. She grimaced slightly, this wasn't exactly her area of expertise however this team did seem very ground mission orientated. She would just have to do.

She hit the button to comm into the cockpit, not really finding it necessary to shout when there was a handy intercom already aboard the ship. What kind of half baked crew would just shout at eachother? "They're just going to keep throwing TIEs at us, don't you have anymore tricks up your sleeve? I'm picking up the automated transport and it's fast approaching our way in. If it gets through and the shield closes before we get there I doubt our employer will stick arou-" As she was in the middle of speaking the Providence, that had been dealing blows (and taking them) with the Imperial fleet, jumped into hyperspace.

So now they were one freighter, all alone.

"-Yeah our way backs home. It's make it or break it time."

Hidan groaned, kicking himself out of the seat. "Let me out already you stupid boy!" The man looked at Hidan with a dry look before switching out with Assassin. His face immediately changed. His eyes diluted before returning to normal. Well, normal isn't really the right word. They were cold, calculating, jaded eyes that were very much different to Hidan's warmer eyes. These were the eyes of a killer, someone who has killed many people. His stance changed, turning into a battle ready stance.

"Oh **** you Hidan! I was supposed to be up you stupid ****! Assassin took no heed to the arguments in his head before sprinting off towards the turret controls. When Hidan was walking around the ship, the assassination specialist of the group had remembered the layout of the ship. The man was a blur, pushing his, no more like their, body to the limits. He ran into the control room, seeing two seats preoccupied. Spending no time to greet them, he spun the chair around, landed and spun it back with his momentum.

Assassin watched as their only ticket home jumped into hyperspace. He assessed the situation. They had no way back and their are waves and waves of TIE fighters coming at them. Only one positive to this, because Assassin is so good at accuracy, he can kill the clumped up TIE fighters with ease.

Assassin released a three shot volley, hitting one right in the cockpit. It quickly became a game. A game of death. PEW PEW PEW. Dead. PEW PEW PEW. Dead. PEW PEW PEW. Dead. This is what Assassin was made for. To be good at killing. Sure Scourge was a better ground fighter but the machine like man was born to be accurate.

As expected, several of the others rushed to man the turrets, which was probably for the best. Even with computer assistance, the others would probably be better at it. Sirka was much more practiced when it came to shooting actual blasters with her own hands, instead of through a computer monitor. She wasn't a sharpshooter by any means, but she was a good enough shot in a normal fight. Since her vision wasn't as sharp as that of the average species, her effectiveness at long range was limited, but a good enough rate of fire could make up for some imprecision. In this situation, however, she was stuck in the middle of a fight with nothing she could actually do. It was a situation she had been stuck in before, of course, but it still never ceased to frustrate her.

Sirka just stood in the main hold, grasping her repeater tightly and baring her many sharp teeth at nothing in particular. Pretty much anything else she could do would just end up distracting someone. All there was for her to do was wait, and listen to their pilot. That, and look for a decent place to stand if things suddenly went very wrong.

What Hidan said was interesting, especially the part about one half wanting to kill her and the other wanting to have his way with her. She could deal with the latter but the first one she would have trouble with, so she hoped that one she wouldn't have to see. But she noticed how he didn't really answer her question, sure he told her about his problem with a bit more detail but he didn't explain why he left it out completely from the others. She was going to ask but instead she remained silent and just listened to the sound of Hidan sharpening his sword.

It wasn't long until she felt the ship come to life. She felt her stomach knot for a moment as she realised that she couldn't back out now. She strapped herself into a chair before shutting her eyes and praying to what ever cosmic force was out there. She prayed mostly prayed that no one die and that everything goes smoothly.

Before Trazi knew it they were in at the planet, but she knew that it wasn't going to be a straight shot to their destination. This was the part she hated the most, the evasive flying. She could feel Sia taking her ship practiced moves that only a skilled pilot could do. But this made her stomach knot, her head light and made her want to vomit. Oh she hated flying like this, in small ships that could pull moves like the ones their were currently pulling.

In the middle of her queezy haze she heard Sia yell out about TIE fighters. She knew she was no good at the large stuff, sure it might of been a simple point and shoot. But she rather not risk screwing up the ship or the mission by doing something she wasn't sure about. She could hear the running feet of the others as they answered the call to get to the cannons.

Trazi didn't feel useful, but she knew that she would have her moment soon enough. She would just let her "crew mates" do what they were good at. Once on the planet she hoped to be of more use, seeing as she relied on more than just blasters. Both her and the giant lizard were kind of useless on the ship, or at that very moment anyway.

Oh please let us make back for the money. She thought as she tried not to get sick.

Planetside

The droid ship, undetterred was heading towards what many inhabitants of the planet called the Keyhole. Rising up from the ground it got closer and closer, automated systems and poor spending meant it completely ignored the battle going on outside or the freighter rapidly approaching on the other side of the shield. As it got within a couple of hundred metres the shield dropped.

Tara

Tara looked at the screen as she heard the beep of an alert with something going on. She noticed the hole in the shield, the easily noticable droid ship flying through the hole. This was their chance, if that ship made it past the line before they got through the mission would be a bust and likely some very unhappy Imperials would blow them out of the sky, or if she was unlucky would capture the ship torture them and then put them in a spice mine, or somewhere more unpleasant.

"Hey Pilot! Doors open, you might want to hurry it up-" The ship shuddered as she let off another volley towards the incoming TIE fighters. "fierfiek" She couldn't help but swear when the TIE fighters dodged her attacks, this wasn't her forté. "And can someone else hop on these last turrets? It doesn't take a bloody expert to shoot at something." Though hopefully it wouldn't matter for much longer, if this ship was as fast as had been promised they would be through the shield in no time...

"And can someone else hop on these last turrets? It doesn't take a bloody expert to shoot at something."

Raresk hissed angrily at her from his position in the turret. "Raresk is shooting as best he can under the circumstances." He said loudly as he finally managed to nail one of the TIE fighters dead center and it seemingly erupted into a ball of debris that forced the other nearby remaining TIE fighters to scatter for a moment.

Scorekeeper watch over me. He thought as he continued firing at the enemy fighters as the ship headed for the planet. He checked the targeting computer and noticed that two of the TIE fighters were splitting up and heading towards the ship in what appeared to be in an attack formation that he was familiar with.

"Warm-blood!" He shouted to Tara. "Raresk thinks the fighters are going to attempt to destroy the turrets! Try and blast them before they get a clear shot!" He let a soft growl as he tried to anticipate the fighter's moves and unleashed a salvo of blaster fire on where he thought it would be.