[b][/b][quote=@Zoie Hart][color=AE91B8] “Are you really into this plan? Because honestly, this is half baked.” [/color][/quote]
Jet stood there, his mind racing through the contours of their newly hatched plan. It wasn’t their best plan, but then again, had any of their schemes ever truly been? As he parted his lips to speak, a flicker of hesitation entered his mind. He didn’t want to betray any uncertainty, yet he also couldn’t bring himself to feign unwavering confidence.

[quote=@Zoie Hart][color=AE91B8] “I really hope these were sanitized before they were place in this crate..” [/color] Aellyn gave in and pulled out one of the smaller uniforms. [color=AE91B8] “This smells of bantha poo-doo…” [/color][/quote]

Jet’s lips curved into a sardonic grin. [color=ff0000][b]“Ha!”[/b][/color] he blurted out, almost involuntarily. [color=ff0000][b]“I wouldn’t count on it, princess.”[/b][/color] His fingers snaked toward the helmet, precariously hanging from his pouch, and with a deft flick, he tossed it into the air. The helmet spun, catching the dim light before landing securely in his other hand. [color=ff0000][b]“Just about as sanitized as they are legal,”[/b][/color] he added, the smirk deepening. It was a small rebellion, but Jet relished every opportunity to stick it to the empire—even if it amounted to a mere few hundred credits’ worth of missing uniforms.

As Aellyn glided toward the exit, Jet followed suit, snagging the scumbag suit that seemed tailor-made for him. Back in his bunk, he retrieved his datapad, its screen flickering to life with his latest scribblings about the hyperdrive and power plant. They’d be planetside soon, and Jet knew he’d have to keep an eye out for spare parts. If any place wouldn’t miss a few stray components, it was this backwater world.

He tossed the datapad onto his bed, wincing as he twisted his neck to one side, eliciting a satisfying crack. Then, like a silent prayer, he traced his thumb across the holopicture on the shelf. The ritual had lost its original meaning, reduced to habit, but Jet clung to it nonetheless.

Fully clad in the stormy outfit, he strode purposefully toward the ramp, where the rest of the crew awaited. His voice cut through the tension. [color=ff0000][b]“Ready to get this one over with.”[/b][/color]