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for_everyone) wrote2019-04-09 09:12 pm
for_everyone) wrote2019-04-09 09:12 pm
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The ship does land in one piece. As she'd suspected from the moment she saw it, the stolen ship is a rare Imperial shuttle made for stealth. She leans easily into these controls, quietly whipping through space, even after it became apparent that the patrolling TIEs had been ordered to find the ship's escaped prisoners. Hera had dodged among them, evading their scopes and radars, as she flew the shuttle far out enough to make the jump to hyperspace. In the end, it was only one unfortunate fighter that managed to catch sight of her.
The shuttle's weapons systems are nothing special, she learned. But they did the job.
The jump to Batuu was only about three hours, even with the slightly roundabout route Hera decided to take. The girls, fortunately, seem to be accustomed to space travel. Occasionally they whisper to each other, but otherwise, they tend to stay quiet unless Hera speaks to them. About an hour in, Hera recommends that they get some sleep, and the girls don't object.
It's midafternoon at Black Spire when they reach the planet. Hera is careful on her approach, avoiding likely lanes of traffic – she doesn't want to run into questions about the stolen shuttle she's flying. But then, most who visit Batuu aren't the type to ask questions. But she still chooses to land the shuttle in a clearing, surrounded by dense forest, about five kliks downriver of the outpost.
As the shuttle touches down, she turns to the girls. "Are you all right?"
The shuttle's weapons systems are nothing special, she learned. But they did the job.
The jump to Batuu was only about three hours, even with the slightly roundabout route Hera decided to take. The girls, fortunately, seem to be accustomed to space travel. Occasionally they whisper to each other, but otherwise, they tend to stay quiet unless Hera speaks to them. About an hour in, Hera recommends that they get some sleep, and the girls don't object.
It's midafternoon at Black Spire when they reach the planet. Hera is careful on her approach, avoiding likely lanes of traffic – she doesn't want to run into questions about the stolen shuttle she's flying. But then, most who visit Batuu aren't the type to ask questions. But she still chooses to land the shuttle in a clearing, surrounded by dense forest, about five kliks downriver of the outpost.
As the shuttle touches down, she turns to the girls. "Are you all right?"
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Hera's planning a proper debrief either way, but she'd rather wait until they're in a less crowded place.
She finishes what's left of the Bloody Rancor, and then reaches for the juice. "So, how far is our ride out?"
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"And, uh. It's maybe not as far away as you'd pick? But, uh. It's a quick speeder ride south. Or an hour long walk, depending."
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Which, Hera doesn't have one on her at the moment. She drinks a little more of the juice, and does another survey of the bar.
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"Or call for a pick-up. Chop's missed you."
Sabine, too.
(And everybody, really.)
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After another sip. "If you've got the coveralls, maybe I'll visit the refresher."
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"I'll keep our spot warm?"
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She takes the bundle, and rises from the barstool, clapping his shoulder as she goes. "I'll be right back."
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Except, you know, he's not a fool.
(And Hera definitely just came out of a lot of trouble. So.)