Star Wars: Kestryl

[PrinceOfShapeir]

Spoiler: OOC

Apologies for the long delay, shit came up.

"Don't help the Imperials, Devron." She watched them with a carefully crafted look of disdain and disgust, and waited for them to finish unloading. Once the cargo doors were closed, she nodded. "Alright, get those blasters unloaded." It didn't take long to get the cases out of storage and loaded into the back of the speeder. "Alright, let's get this done, people. Get your gear and pile in." She secured her blaster pistol and dropped into the driver's seat. "That's all of you."

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

"Alright, let's get this done, people. Get your gear and pile in."

Ian placed the last crate of blasters into the truck. "Got it." he said as he wiped a trickle of sweat from his brow. He knew Shana would probably want him on his speeder to act as both escort and recon, so he hurried back to the machine shop. He quickly reassembled the bike and grabbed his blaster rifle from his room. A few minutes later, Ian walked back into the cargo hold, bike in tow with the rifle hidden in it's bags.

 

[Athol]

"Alright, let's get this done, people. Get your gear and pile in. That's all of you."

Kao let out a huge yawn as he entered the cargo bay. "Damn...I was hoping to catch some shut-eye, but guess not." After heading back to his quarters, he returned with his jacket, carbine, and a metal flask. After making sure his weapons where secure, he dropped into a waiting seat in the mule, and took a healthy pull from the flask. "I'll be here if you need me...but try not to." He said, with a bit of a smirk. That said, and the alcohol warming him nicely, he closed his eyes and attempted to go to sleep.

 

[Fishtie]

Hinek secured the last of the blasters and slammed the door closed on the storage unit, giving it the extra thump that would actually cause it to lock and also told the others that it was secured. With that done Hinek slipped his vest back on and grabbed a few small nutrition bars off a table before scrambling up into an available seat near the back.

"Want one?" Hinek asked casually before he took a bite and offered another one of the bars to Kao trying not to smell his breath. "Empty stomach doesn't bode well."

 

[Athol]

"Want one? Empty stomach doesn't bode well."

"Hmmhp?" Kao muttered. He'd been just drifting off when Hinek spoke, and was a bit dazed. Seeing the proffered nutri-bars, he gave the Bothan an appreciative smile. "Well thanks." He said, snagging one. "Mind you I've yet to meet a pilot or helmsman who isn't powered by some combination of coffee, alcohol, and sleep deprivation."

Laughing at his own joke, he munched on the bar, and adjusted the folding-stock carbine under his left arm. Finally getting it comfortable, he once again settled back in his seat.

 

[The Harkinator]

"Yes, yes of course. I'm coming." Said Cedric, glad he had all of his equipment with him when the order came, after all, getting on Shana's bad side would do him no favours.

Instead he went to sit in his seat and get a few minutes to himself for thinking. Then again, Kao was in here too so peace and quiet were by no means guaranteed.

 

[Lefthandofgod]

Time for worry was later. There was work to be done. Hektorr loaded up the trucks with the crates of blasters. Easy work for a Wookiee. Then it was time for him to prepare. He went back to his room. Over his bed, hanging like a jewel, were his two Ryyk blades. He attached them to either side of his body, and then moved to his last weapon. A bowcaster. His bowcaster. A beautiful, powerful weapon. The edges were curved and pointed into sharpened points. He modified it to a hair trigger. It was less of a gun, more of a personal statement. He didn't bother holstering it, rather leaving it in his hand.

He hopped into the back of the truck, laid the bowcaster on his lap, and smacked the side, letting the driver know he was ready.
"Le's go run some guns!" He roared happily.