[IC] The fallen order

[Sharidi37495]

Caimeag looks up when she sees a ship, and she pulls her hood up and goes to investigate. She cloaks her own ship.

[Sanity43217]

"Did you see that?" Zir asked his droid co-pilot. The droid shaking its head. "I could have sworn something was just there and no nothing." He said pointing at the sensor readout. "Might be a bug, but I can't have a stealth cruiser coming up and nailing us in the ass. Run a diagnostic on the sensors, and recalibrate them for stygium crystal radiation." He commanded his little mechanical partner. He doubted he would find anything as most cloaking devices manage to hide their own stygium radiation, but he wanted to play it safe. He didn't survive the Clone Wars by ignoring things like this. He brought his ship around to get another sensor sweep of the anomaly.

[Sharidi37495]

Zir wouldn't sense anything, especially as Caimeag double-checks all of her devices and sensory controls. She glances up and steps out of her ship, still watching the sky. She crosses her arms, prepared to question.

[Sanity43217]

Some chirping from his droid. "So, everything is fine," He said, his voice a little disappointed. "Well, I'm gonna land right on top of where the anomaly was, and get out and look." Some somewhat angry chirps from the astromech. "Of course it's a bad idea. What do you expect me to do? This is how you find new and interesting people." A defeated couple of beeps from Zir's travelling companion. "Well, maybe, but not necessarily. You do know me well, old friend but I'm just not in the killing mood at the moment." He spun in his chair to face the droid. The ship began its descent. "Mind you though, if something happens, I want this ship in the air, quickly. I'll get to you."

[Sharidi37495]

Caimeag's eyes widen when she realizes that the ship was lowering onto hers. She squeezes her eyes shut, and she moves the new ship to the side and away from her ship. "What are they thinking?" she mutters with a sigh of relief.

[Sanity43217]

As his ship shuddered to the side he cracked a smirk beneath his rebreather. "Hold it here double D. Spin us towards where we were going to land." He got up out of his chair and restoked the thermal detonators on his belt, as well as grabbing a gas grenade. The one he grabbed was simply loaded with a sedative. He was wishing he hadn't used the last of his FEX-M3 nerve gas grenades on the Star Destroyer. Grabbing a slugthrower, he made his way to the loading ramp. As it lowered, he saw a person standing on what he assumed was cloaked ship. "Morning," He called out, resting the slug thrower over his shoulder, and using the hand that held the gas grenade to support himself, hiding the grenade behind the support strut. "Lovely day for it, isn't it?" He asked, without referring to what 'it' actually was.

[Sharidi37495]

Caimeag descends from her ship, and she turns toward the man speaking to her. "Who are you, and what do you want?" She barks, her voice disguised, hood up.

[Sanity43217]

"I'm a poacher." He said. It wasn't technically a lie. "There's a market on Zeltros that pays good credits for Accipiptero Leather." Not technically a lie either. Zir Go did know a guy on Zeltros that would pay good money for Accipiptero leather. Zir Go was being careful with his words and thoughts. He knew this person was Force-sensitive and didn't want to give anything away. "What about you? What brings a stealth ship out this side of the galaxy." He gestured to the cloaked ship she just climbed down from, with his slugthrower.

[Sharidi37495]

"Not mine. It was a spare from an old friend." True, true, lie. The people Caimeag works for and who had lent her the last-minute extra are no friends of hers, that's for sure. "And me? Well, I'm checking up on a few people I know out here." True, but would she fully admit it? No.

[Sanity43217]

"You see, I'd almost believe you.." He said gesturing to emphasis his point. "If you hadn't just moved my ship." He said. Emotions hard to read on the Kel Dor's face and voice. "Your kind is being hunted and killed, and you just decide to borrow a stealth ship to check up on a friend?" The question was very evident. The implied question wasn't what they were doing, but why. Were they hunting or hiding?

[Jasper19]

Blaine slips away as zir and caimeag speak glad to get away

[Sharidi37495]

Caimeag shrugs. “What can i say? It’s complicated.”

[Sanity43217]

“You know, it always seems that way.” Zir was getting suspicious. Cloaked ship, moved his ship, and won’t elaborate their motivations was never a sign someone was a good guy. “But it never really is.” He took a few steps away from us ship. Stepping down onto the ground. The gas grenade in his hand clearly visible. “Are you working with the Empire to hunt Jedi, or are you helping them stay alive?” He asked rather plainly.

[Sharidi37495]

Caimeag simply grins and shrugs. “Why can’t I do both?” She uses the force to rustle leaves behind her to cover her voice should people be listening in.

[Sanity43217]

“Because without picking a side, you’ll get killed by both.” He said as he took a step back up onto his ships loading ramp. “If you ever decide that Jedi deserve to live, find a way to contact me.” Zir Go turned and went back inside. So much for a meaningful encounter, if all she was going to do was be a fucking dipshit.

[Shadow Dragon]

Having finished his report, he walks back to his ship, and begins flying out of the destroyer.

[Sharidi37495]

“Wait, hold on a minute. I’ve never killed a Jedi! I’ve let all of them go.” She sighs and turns away, wondering why she cares what he thinks of her.

[Jasper19]

Blaine ventures deeper into dagobah

[Sanity43217]

Zir Go stopped when she said to wait. "Odd that you have to clarify Jedi. So, who have you killed?" The little gyro wheel astromech rolled up to Zir and beeped at him. He bent over to speak to it. "What do you mean the grav plate shifted when she moved our ship?" Some more beeps and chirps. "I mean gravity isn't super important..." He was cut off by a string of beeps. "Right, YOU need gravity to move around." He corrected himself. He turned to the woman who had seemingly misaligned his grav plating. "Your friend you're visiting doesn't happen to be a mechanic, does he?" The problem with grav plating was really less to do with comfort, but he would have to rewrite the hyperspace calculations to account for it, which he didn't really want to do.

[Sharidi37495]

Caimeag smiles faintly and tosses back her hood. "He is a mechanic." She tilts her head and examines the droid, then she grins. "Quite the droid you've got there."