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Robbidon pops his head up out of the hatch in the floor that allowed access to the landing gear, rubbing his head and frowning. He groans and says, "You guys could have warned me we were taking off! Shavit! That hurt..." Seeing that there was no one immediately available or likely to offer sympathy, the pilot climbs out of and then secures the inner hatch, then makes his way to the ramp. "Oh. Hey, guys! How'd it go?"
Huge apologies on the MIA. Work is insane, we had a couple Covid scares over the last two weeks, and Easter snuck up on us (and this year it's also on my Birthday.) Will resume posting tomorrow. Sorry, Quen. Have just been overwhelmed.
* Back at the Ship * Robbidon, lying on his back in the cockpit, his head under the control panel as he adjusts some of the circuitry, calls out: "Hey, guys. Has anyone tried to contact the others on a comm? Are they even going to be in range?"
* Back at the Ship * Robbidon's voice crackles over the comm to the droid, "Ok, Lemm. Let's run the diagnostics on that again, real quick. Looks like it's should be fully functional, but it's slightly misaligned with the controls in here." The sound of sparks and a yelp of surprise is quickly followed by Robb's probably embarrassed and hurried words, "Nevermind. The problem's in here. I've got it. All under control."
The boards have definitely been frustrating lately.
Robbidon gives Lemm a good-natured scowl at the droid incessant humming, but otherwise seems more than happy to work on the ship. Felt like the old days, back home. It felt good to get his hands dirty. And frankly, he and the droid, along with Kol, actually seemed to make a good team.
"Sure, Lemm. That would save some time, instead of going back and forth."
As you said above, Quen, It happens. :)
Eyeing the damage on the ship's exterior, Robbidon runs fingers through his hair and replies to Lemm,"...leaving you and Kol to work on the ship alone? I dunno, Lemm. Maybe I should stay too. There's a few hours of work to do just to get her flight-worthy."
Rufus winces hard at the shearing and bumping sounds, but keeps his hands steady until the ship lurches to a stop. "I only pushed her about ten percent beyond her specs. That's not my fault." Groaning against the seat harness, Robbidon coughs, then chuckles good-naturedly, "Surrrre. Not your fault at all. 'Never crash landed while Lak and I were in charge..." Freeing himself, the Kuat scoundrel turns serious and calls back, "Is everyone ok back there? Lemm? Buddy, you ok?' Robb then turns back to the control panel and tries to get a readout of what systems might have been damaged in the rough landing.
Apologies on being MIA. Surprised by massive OT at work. Should be posting again tomorrow. Sorry.
"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?"
I'm good with that, Dreams. Good list.
1. Late to the party, but Congrats and welcome to the world, Jasper! Mommy's still doing ok? 2. Robb has a comlink, and is good with whatever you all decide. Extra energy cells would help.
Robbidon glances over at Lemm, all nice and shiny clean from his venture into the droid maintenance 'spa' and says, "We should head back to the ship and talk some things out as a group while we give her a REAL looking over. Something we couldn't do while in transit." He pauses to take a final bite of the meat on his plate, and continues while chewing, "But onceth thawts done, mmph, I'm gonna twemporarilwy claimmn one ofth thfose," he pauses to swallow, "...claim one of those state rooms on the ship to get some solid sleep."
"Ok, people. What are we thinking, here?" Robb says around bites of food, pointing his fork at various times to make points, "We need some sort of a plan, right? I mean, specifically. Do we disguises or whatnot?"
This week has been only 5, 8 hr days for me, but it's usually 6 days, 9 hour shifts. Real Life comes first, and we all understand.
"Food is good..." Robb responds, his eyebrows raised. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until the prospect had been mentioned. He follows the senator as well. "C'mon, Lemm. I'm sure we can scrounge up some lubricating oil or metal polish for ya, too..."
Next time!
Loving this banter, guys. Fun!
"I thought the whole point of this sneaky stuff, Rufus, was NOT to make them try and shoot us?" Robbidon follows the other pilot aboard, still grinning. "And if you want turn at the controls, fine by me...once we get her out of here, that is." Pause, then scowling as he approaches Lemm, "Hey! Who are you calling scruffy??"
Robb chuckles, claps Rufus on the shoulder and says with a wink, "But Arue said she didn't know how to pilot a ship..."
I did some googling and found this: The Banshee, I presume --------- Robbidon gives a low whistle of appreciation and mumbles, "Baudo-class, Star Yacht. Fancy-schmancy." Hearing Lak's comment, the scoundrel chuckles and gives the Dug a nod of confidence, and turns to their host, "If you've got someone better able than us to pilot her, Senator, I'd love to meet 'em."
Robbidon glances over at Lemm, a momentary look of surprise on his face which passes quickly, then he grins and says,"Yeah, since it's apparently settled, what WILL we be flying on this little picnic?"
"Felucia, huh?" Robbidon leans against the wall and strokes his chin in a classic 'I'm considering it' posture. He glances over at Lemm, shrugging then asks, "S'okay...you KNOW that we aren't a military unit, right? We barely even know each other..." He nods at Rufus' question about the ship, adding his voice to the request, "Yeah. What about that? What are we flying in there...and what's in it for us?"
"Whoa. She's a beauty, that's what she is..." Robbidon says, eyes widening as he looks out through the cockpit windows.
Robbidon chuckles, giving a knowning nod, "No Hutts for me. Never actually met one, to be honest. I grew up on Kuat, practially in the Shipyards. My father was a hell of a pilot and an even better engineer. Ship-builder. Had me sitting in a cockpit by the time I was ten, and I could fly a Neimoidian Shuttle before I turned twelve. Great childhood..." The Kuat native trails off, a momentarily distant look in his eyes that the dark-haired pilot visibly shakes off before he looks back down at the controls and flips on the auto-pilot function. Removing his headset, Robb heads back to the common area, running his fingers through his hair and saying, "Ok. Howsaobut some answers now, huh? Where's Maya? We really need to know what the hell is going on here, now that we've officially pissed of some Imperial types..."
"Alright then, Lak. Let's do this...everyone else, hold on to something." Robbidon calls back and then fires up the primary engines and launches the ship. Almost as an afterthought, Robb says, "Lemm. Does this bird have a name?"
Robbidon looks over his shoulder at Rufus and grins, "Oh, we're gonna be GOOD friends." Back to Lakoneous he says, "And you...let's get out of here. Mister...?"
Headset in place and checking the instrument panel in front of him, Robb glances over to where Lak is fingaling control switches with inhuman skill, and then hollars over his shoulder, "Is everyone on board? We need to lift off soon or this is gonna be a real short ride!" A pause, and then, "Lemm? How are we set back there? Talk to me, Buddy!"
Robbidon boards the ship with a sharp eye out for inhabitants, and then heads directly to the cockpit, giving the dug a nod as he slides into the pilot's seat and starts checking the dials, switches, and controls.
"Ok, pretty straight-forward...nothing too complicated. How are we on firepower in case things get rough?"
Robbidon gestures around the bay, almost comically, "Buddy, if it gets us outta whatever trouble THIS is, I'd steal a herd of tautaun and ride off into the wilderness...if there were wilderness up here, that is." The pilot holsters his blaster and looks nervously back at the blast doors then over at Lemm, "Which one IS it supposed to be, anyway? Pretty sure I can fly most of these too." This last bit is directed at Lakoneous with a nod.
His blaster still drawn, Robbidon Jaas looked from Lemm to the others, then around the room again, and then back at his droid business-partner and shrugged. "Yeah. Well...ok. But lemme tell ya...I've got a bad feeling about this..."
Exhaling in frustration, Robbidon draws his blaster and turns back towards the entrance and looking for a mechanism to close the blast doors. "Ok, well, 'Maya the Alderaanian Security Agent'. Those troopers are not going to take long to get here, and they're going to be a bad mood when they do. Can we hurry this up?"
No worries. Just teasin'.
Robbidon nods at Dreams and then chuckles at Rufus' comment as he moves towards the woman as some of the others address the protocol droid. "Lady? Miss..? What are we doing here? Who ARE you?"
As a parent of four children myself, I must apologize to you as a teacher, on behalf of all parents, especially the over-bearing, ridiculous ones. LOL
Jaas stumbles to a halt several feet into the hangar bay and gawks at the open room, gesturing. "Lady...I dunno who you are, but...this is your plan?
"WE have to..? Ahhh, not good." Robbidon groans as the canisters explode, turning toward LE-M-O7d and giving him a slight shove towards the door. "Lemm, we gotta move, buddy. Those Troopers are never gonna believe we aren't part of...whatever this is...now." Running out of the establishment behind the young woman, and knowning Lemm's sometimes hesitant nature, Robbs calls back at his droid partner, "Besides...she's wounded and needs help, right?"
No, it was free to use. Donations are accepted there, though.
Caught off guard by the stormtrooper's order, Robbidon is in mid-swig of his ale but turns slowly enough to put his back to the bar and to be able to see the room, the woman, and the Imperial soldiers (hopefully) without alarming the latter. The olive-skinned pilot winces inwardly at the Dug's bold words, and coughs away a chuckle at the man named Griller's comment. Slowly, Robb lowers his mug to the bar counter and puts on his best, friendly smile, with the back of his right elbow resting on the counter...leaving his shooting hand hanging loose, and slightly away from his blaster pistol. He then follows Lemm's comment with, "Officers. Please. No need for the hostility. We're all just minding our own business, enjoying our drinks. I'm, sure we can handle this in a civilized manner...?" Meanwhile, the Kuat native's sharp eyes are counting the number of troopers and noting their locations.
Taking a long, slow drink from his glass, Jaas allows his eyes to float over the room, not too quickly, but looking for things of importance...like how many exits there might be and so forth.
So I get one more. You too, Lak! Cool. :)
Gotcha...and properly done. :D
"Amusing as it might be to watch you try to wiggle your way into the back of a booth, it might draw a bit too much attention, buddy." the pilot chuckles. Robbidon sidles up to the bar, positioning himself a few feet from Rufus, a spot that allows a large, open area for Lemm to stand on his other side. He gives the spacer a nod, then turns to the bartender and asks, "Can I get a Clendor Ale?"
Ok, Character Sheet question. Scoundrels have three starting feats: Point Blank Shot, Proficiency: Pistols and Proficiency: Simple. Robbidon is human so he gets a bonus feat. (Precise Shot) Is he supposed to ALSO have one feat for level one besides this or no? Currently I have him only with those four feats. Just checking...
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