Jet caught the helmet Fel tossed his way, fingers tracing the dents and scratches. It had seen better days, just like the galaxy—a bitter reminder of how far they’d fallen. Once a symbol of peace, it now signified fear, a heavy weight on his shoulders.

He listened to Fel as he explained the plan to Aellyn. Nothing he hadn’t already known, albeit delivered in a more rushed manner than when he’d first heard it. Still, it was nice to have a mission objective recap—nostalgic, almost, like the old days.

[quote=@Zoie Hart] [color=AE91B8] “You are both either completely blind or stupid.” [/color] Aellyn rested the helmet on a nearby crate. [color=AE91B8] “You want to go raid a star destroyer? What is it that is so highly regarded that this Abelene lady wants?” [/color] She shook her head, placing her hands onto her hips as she began to pace the cargo bay. [/quote]
Jet couldn’t help but smirk at Aellyn’s bluntness. Of course, she wasn’t wrong. This mission wasn’t exactly a cakewalk. They’d been through tougher ordeals—jobs that practically guaranteed getting shot at or worse. But at least with this plan, they aimed to [i]not[/i] get shot at. A small victory, perhaps, in the grand scheme of things.

[quote=@Zoie Hart] [color=AE91B8] “I want sixty percent and I’m not dressing as a trooper. You need an officer." [/color] [/quote]
Jet’s eyebrow arched as he considered Aellyn's request—or whatever it was. [color=ff0000][b]"An officer?"[/b][/color] His concern etched into the lines of his face. [color=ff0000][b]"I mean… Officers tend to stick out like sore thumbs, but they’re also less likely to get hassled by the cannon fodder out there…"[/b][/color] He nonchalantly hung his helmet off a pouch on his belt, then raised his cybernetic hand to his chin, rubbing the rough beard in thought. [color=ff0000][b]"Not the worst plan, but it’s damn short notice. And the change of cut? Eh, doesn’t bother me much. What about you, kid?"[/b][/color] His smirk was subtle, but he knew Fel would catch it.