You can go ahead and shop for what you need if your conversations are done.
Rufus rejoins the group after some time, his clothes rumpled and a little makeup smeared on his collar. He claps his hands together. "So, what'd I miss? I figure the choices are going in guns a-blazing or trying to sneak our way in. What did you decide?"
Well, we were just hashing out a list of things that might come in useful while we are there.
Dreams takes the list.
Anyone want to accompany me to bring this gear back?
He heads out for the shopping area with the list and handful of credits.
Turning it's cycloptic eye from Dreams to Robb, Lemm gives a human like shrug. "Master Robb, with your permission I will stay here and give the Banshee a good once over. To familiarize myself with her systems." It then heads back to the engine room to give the ship a good once over.
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sounds good. It finds a good ship.
I'll stay back and do a once over on the ship pilot systems so I am familiar with them when we take off. I will be co-piloting after all. The Dug says lazily.
"Sure, Lemm. Check out her nooks and crannies. See what we can use and what we can do without if need-be. Might have to clear some room for some weapons or maybe some smuggling compartments." Robb grins at Lak as he says this last, then turns to the rest of the group, "Well, then. I guess I'll tag along for the shopping. Who's got the list?"
Nodding its head, Lemm continues familiarizing himself with the ship. "Will do Master Robb." Pondering for a moment, "We could put a false bottom in the swimming pool. Or hide contraband under the beds. I'm sure no one would look their."
When Robb asks who has the shopping list, Lemm points to "Dream" announcing proudly. "Master Dream has agreed to acquire a stun baton with an energy pack for me."
Lak goes room to room examining everything in detail and looking for places that could be modified later or jury rigged if the need arises. Taking the bed out of there would leave room for us to port in the nav back up easier....hmmm what else.
Is everybody about ready to start the next part
Lemm, seeing the group return from their purchasing, calls out an eccentric phrase it knew from an opera in Old Corellian exclaimed by a minor character introduced in the third act which happened to be a freighter captain. "Let's kick this Pig!"
Bout time you returned. Lem states as he pulls himself off the bench on which he was relaxing. Forget the pig, tin top. Let's skin a womprat.
Rufus takes whatever chance presents itself to familiarize himself with the controls of the Banshee, but doesn't force himself into the pilot's chair when it comes time for takeoff. He knew he'd get his chance.
The stated plans to rip out all the luxurious finery of the ship is met with a scowl, though Rufus does appreciate the idea of a smuggler's compartment beneath the pool. "Come on. Let's not be too hasty in tearing all this out! What's more suspicious than a space yacht that's stripped down and bare bones?"
After strapping in, Kol wondered what they would inevitably in the future discover to have forgotten...
Dreams ties their meager amount of gear down in the cargo bay and then returns to his room that he claimed.
He then plugs in his recharger, and ensures his cells are all charged.
What will everyone's roles on the ship be?
What will everyone's roles on the ship be?
I have Vechicular Combat and Pilot +8, but so do a lot of people here.
I have Mechanics +13, so probably engineering.
After everyone is ready and has what supplies they believe that they will need for this mission, a servant from the Senator arrives and gives the group the coordinates to Felucia.
The ship is very easily able to enter hyperspace.
As the Banshee emerges from hyperspace you realize thattheir trajectory was perfect and that they are approaching in a
vector that will take them to the Imperial prison facility. Almost
instantaneously, the sensor board lights up with contacts—Imperial
contacts. The massive, dagger-shaped visage of a Victory-class Star
Destroyer looms above the planet, and within seconds the flickering
sensor board indicates that the capital ship has turned to intercept the
Banshee/
Lak calls over his shoulder to Rufus..You might want to get up here and show what you got. And then he slips out of the seat once Rufus arrives.
Rufus takes the helm without hesitation. He plots a course for one of Felucia's large fungal jungles near the prison and begins the descent. He focuses on flying casually despite the presence of the star destroyer.
"Everyone strap yourselves in. I'm going to try the direct approach first," he says before keying on the comms.
"Hi there," he says in a cheery voice. "May we have permission to land?"
Having kept it's magnetic servos on the entirety of the journey, when Rufus takes the helm and tells everyone to 'strap in' Lemm begins to explain. "Master Rufus, one of my seven factory modifications are magnetic servos they permit me to..." Seeing the glare several of the humanoids give it, Lemm stops talking and begins nervously humming a Corellian opera.
Well, this ride definitely got un fun.
Dreams heads to the seats in the lounge, and straps himself down on a seat.
Maybe an escape pod would have been better
The comm opens up. State your name and purpose in this sector. Please provide your landing codes
"It never hurts to ask nicely," Rufus says before switching the comms back on. "This is the research vessel Spengler. We're here to collect spores, molds and fungus for the Ithorian Xeno-botanical Institute. Over."
Christon quickly gets Rufus's attempt. He comments some random trivia on fungi and their possible applications, so whatever Rufus says sounds scientific enough that an expert might believe it's true.
Thank you for sharing your purpose, now your clearance codes,Spengler the voice on the other line states.
"Sure thing," Rufus says, purposefully sounding bored. "Fair warning, we just got the clearance approved the day before back on Chandrila. The I-X-I was so anxious for this expedition that we were sent out right away, even though I told them that you might not have the updates all the way out here on the Rim. So, fingers crossed, huh?"
The voice on the other end thanks you for giving your codes. Thank you for these allow us to run them
Within a few minutes you can tell that the ship is moving. It begins to move in your direction. Your scanners indicate that their weapons begin to charge.
,Spengler, prepare to be boarded
"You don't understand. The great spoor migration is happening now! These xeno-botanists don't want to miss it!"
He turns to everyone. "Plan C?"
Rufus ignites the sublight engines and punches it toward the surface.
Can we flee the Star Destroyer? - asks Arue, not sure on the capabilities of the current ship - We could definitely deal with a boarding party, but not sure about the big flying girl pointing cannons at us.
Slammed back into the seat by the sudden acceleration, Dreams grunts out an answer.
We would only hold for so long. The victory carries lots of troops, our best chance as much as it pains me, is to run right now.
Fight another day or atleast when in a bigger ship. the dug says as he straps in and the acceleration pushes him into the cushioning of the seat.