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[IC] Two to Tango.

Posted by Evin CadeFor group 0
Evin Cade
GM, 1 post
Tue 15 May 2018
at 17:05
  • msg #1

[IC] Two to Tango

There were days Evin felt old. Really, really old. Sad part was, at thirty-five, he really wasn't all that old, all things considered. He'd just seen a lot since he was born. For ten years he'd been settled in the fringe, casually breaking a law he'd once upheld for the old Republic before Palpatine had announced its reorganization. Before that he'd served in the Republic Scouting Corps, though the last few years of that job had mostly been shuttling Jedi around from battlefield to battlefield.

He barely remembered a time before that.

These days he spent most of his time transporting goods from one place to another. He'd been lucky so far. He owed a lot of credits to Boss Oundo bu so far he'd managed to avoid borrowing from the Hutts. At least Oundo would probably limit himself to breaking his fingers and knees. Probably. Still, no matter how easy a Dynamic-class freighter was to keep space-worthy, it still cost creds. "Right, Squeegie?"

"Sir?" The droid had once been a T-series tactical droid, but after the end of the Clone War it had been repurposed - reorganized in the parlance of the Emperor - as a repair droid. Evin wasn't terribly overwhelmed by his skill in that capacity, but his long-time partner, Rev Bem, had been thrilled by his success in that department. Whatever worked, he supposed. "I'm sorry, sir. I do not follow."

"Nothin', Squeegie. Nothing. You need to take a look at that intake manifold while I'm gone. It's overheating again." Evin stood, pausing to look out at the city of Rifa.

Not much seemed to have changed in that time. CIS battle droids had been replaced by Imperial stormtroopers, and vulture droids no longer flew over the city - now it was TIE fighters. But aside from that? "Of course, sir." The droid, taller than Cade, had to bend low to peer through the viewport.

"Don't call me 'sir,' Squeegie." He'd been telling the droid that for the better part of a decade and the instructions had yet to stick. SQ-1G had quite a few idiosyncrasies that his programming wouldn't allow him to be rid of. It was frustrating in an endearing war. Or maybe endearing in a frustrating way. He wasn't sure which. "I've got a meet with a potential new partner," he reminded the droid. "If this works out, we're platinum." Pulling his blaster, he checked its charge. Not that it would do a lot of good - he was the brains of the operation, could barely hit the broad side of a star destroyer with his blaster. "If not, well," he shoved the weapon back into its place at his hip. "Let's just be ready to move, yeah?"
Ellie
player, 1 post
Mon 21 May 2018
at 03:02
  • msg #2

[IC] Two to Tango

Ellie had been on the move for as long as she could remember.

Abandoned as an infant at one of the Traveling World of Wonder’s performances, toward the end of the Clone Wars, Saoirse Elle — or Ellie as she liked to be called — was taken in by Preigo's roving circus troupe and raised as one of its own. Over the years, she'd developed an acrobatic athleticism to complement her quick reflexes and keen hand-eye coordination, all of which served her well on stage. All of which also (eventually) earned her the role not only of the circus' stunt-pilot, but also its getaway driver — needed at the helm of the carnival's Aurore-class freighter as soon as her costumed part in that night’s production was done, to make sure their ship could make a mad dash if ever shows went south and danger was afoot.

Ellie liked to think she had a charismatic stage presence too. Over time, she discovered that her true creative interests lay elsewhere — in song. With the Dug ringmaster's blessing, and having learned from her family of fellow carnival folk how to survive in a cutthroat galaxy, Ellie ventured out on her own. And for the past year or so, she had managed to eke out a living as a singer performing on the Fringe — while drawing fast and accurately on those that wanted more, then cutting-and-running before they ever came back to collect. Before any "trouble" got started.

Trouble. Well, she had avoided that kind of trouble anyway, avoided the trouble that plagued girls on their own in the galaxy. Imperial entanglements on the other hand? Well, Ellie had a few run-ins. She'd witnessed a number of acts of Imperial cruelty firsthand. That experience, in turn, began to politicize her songs and performances... putting her at odds with those who wished to remain uninvolved in the Civil War... and at odds with the Empire. Ellie had always managed to fight or fly her way out of any trouble she'd talked her way into, but the close calls were becoming far more frequent than were curtain calls. Alas.

And today... tonight, Ellie just needed to make one more clean getaway — and to keep making them. She gunned the repulsors. This stolen speeder-bike would only get her so far. Her eyes were tired and her recording gear was getting banged up, but she had to push through, all while keeping an eye out. For Imperials, and for an escape route. The spaceport up ahead just might be able to provide both. And at that prospect... she smiled.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:56, Tue 22 May 2018.
Evin Cade
GM, 2 posts
Wed 23 May 2018
at 14:48
  • msg #3

[IC] Two to Tango

Making his way down the ramp, Evin ran a hand along the metal of the exit ramp. It was still warm from re-entry. It was also pocked by micro-meteor impacts as it traveled through the spacelanes. His ship - for how long if he didn't make a decent payday, and soon? - was looking its age. "You an' me both, girl." He patted the metal. "We'll see if we can't get you a paint job," he told the ship. Then mumbled, "At least one of us might as well look decent."

He turned his attention from the vessel as he walked down the ramp.

Rifa.

His last visit to Rifa had resulted in a running three-way battle through the streets. He and a temporary partner had been making a get-away from Uvo Pol's enforcers who were, in turn, being chased by CIS droids. And the droids hadn't been terribly concerned with avoiding collateral damage. Then again, neither had Uvo's people. Or Evin and his partner. Although on Evin's part, at least, it had ben more unintentional than anything else - his skill with a blaster was... questionable. And that was being generous.

As he stepped onto the landing platform of the spaceport a squat humanoid wearing the slate grey of an Imperial bureaucrat hurried toward him. In Cade's experience there were three kinds of Imperials: the kind that took their jobs too seriously, the kind that got a kick out of being cruel to those with less power, and the kind that used it to make themselves wealthy. Spaceport administrators generally fell into the latter category, thankfully. "Captain." He offered the man a greeting as he neared.

"Mr," the humanoid looked down, "Cade? Greetings. Welcome to Rifa. Your paperwork is in order. And your docking fees...?"

Removing credits from his pocket, he held them out to the captain. "All here. Also," he offered a half-grin, "a security deposit." The phrase sounded so much better than 'bribe.'

"Of course, Mr. Cade." The Imperial slid the credits into holders - two separate holders, Evin noticed. "The Empire will ensure your vessel doesn't suffer any mishaps while docked in the city of Rifa. Thank you for visiting. And pleasant visit." He offered a saccharine smile then turned on his heel and marched toward another vessel that was making its approach to the spaceport.

Cade couldn't help but be amused at the wording. The Empire will ensure your vessel doesn't suffer any mishaps. He wondered if the captain had pulled that directly from a criminal holo-board or if the similarity to the strong-arm tactics of the Galaxy's numerous criminal syndicates was purely accidental. Rifa, he thought, the Empire's Premier Protection Racket.

He might have thought more on it but a speeder-bike's sudden appearance on the spaceport tarmac caught his attention. His hand dropped to the handle of his blaster pistol. Not that he was terribly worried. He been on Rifa long enough to annoy anyone to his knowledge, and his last visit had been years prior so anyone likely to want him dead was either dead themselves or had forgotten their anger. But it never hurt to be cautious.

OOC: Just FYI. http://d6holocron.com/wiki/ind...amic-class_Freighter
Ellie
player, 2 posts
Obsessive Songstress
Eccentric StarPilot
Sat 2 Jun 2018
at 14:29
  • msg #4

[IC] Two to Tango

Ellie's set at Riffs had been briefer than she'd hoped, but as long as she'd expected. Ellie often opened her performances by playing a swirling instrumental version of a well known interstellar musical standard: a tactic she'd learned from circuses past. Get the audience hooked with just enough of the familiar to keep them listening, keep them watching. Then hit 'em with something original — and incisive. This time, Ellie went for the slow build and the long con. It wasn't until twenty minutes into her set that she started pushing the envelope, with her most political music to date. And it was about twenty two minutes in, that she suddenly found herself on the outs — not with the crowd, but with the Imperial pilots in attendance.

Ellie had begun playing a darker, ominous version of the typically upbeat, rousing "Imperial March" recruitment theme. Immediately, people were drawn in by this subversion of Imperial propaganda, as Ellie set the melody in a menacing, minor-key. Then she dropped the hammer: she began reciting a list of war crimes that agents of the Empire had been accused of. And that did not sit well with the squadron's worth of TIE pilots at the bar. Ellie was glad her DT-29 had fit underneath her keyboard, that an innocent smile had caused security to miss the sleight of hand, and that playing political Agit-Pop kept her reflexes sharp. Some audiences were more inclined toward violence than others, after all. She regretted leaving her latest (stolen) instrument behind, but with luck, she'd managed to send a message tonight — to the Empire, and to Rifa's people as well: Fight the real enemy.

Riffs upon Rifts, the venue's full name, was known for its dim but purposeful lighting, and its modular, constantly-shifting stage and seating. Both performers and patrons alike found it flattering to be both dramatically lit and always on the move. Just enough of a glimpse to be alluring, but just elusive enough to leave an audience wanting more. Of course the stage being "elusive" came in handy for escape, and escape was too often necessary from hives of scum and villainy. Although Rifa may have borne the trappings of a loyal Imperial-occupied world, its underbelly revealed it to be anything but.

The Imps fired first, but Ellie was already gone, DT-29 in hand, exit stage-left, run right, then out of sight.

That scout trooper was off-duty and out-cold by the time Ellie had fired a fist, then fired up his speeder bike, but the action was about to get hot, if she didn't get out. Out fast. Out on that beautiful ship. Wow. An old Republic-era Dynamic-class? She didn't get a good look at their faces, but a glimpse had given plenty. Imperial customs and a captain who was already reaching for his holster, but being subtle about it.

Better start the new show as soon as possible. She killed the repulsors and swept in gracefully. Nice. Maybe she'd try to keep the bike. Ellie widened her eyes and flashed a bright smile. Time for her big entrance. Stage lights. Stage name.

"Starblazer. Saoirse Starblazer. I know I'm real early," she winked, "but what can I say, I'm also real fast."
This message was last edited by the player at 23:31, Sat 02 June 2018.
Evin Cade
GM, 3 posts
Sat 9 Jun 2018
at 14:34
  • msg #5

[IC] Two to Tango

"Fast is good," Cade agreed, one hand on his hip, the other tapping a rhythm on the thin grip of his blaster. He didn't add that there was such a thing as too fast. He hadn't been expecting to meet his new partner to meet him at the spaceport. A call, sure, but showing up out of the black? That seemed a bit too good to be true. And when things seemed too good to be true, in his experience they usually were.

That left a few questions. Who was she, really, and why was she here? He hadn't done anything recently to warrant interest by the Imperial Security Bureau - ever really, that he could recall - and she didn't seem like the type the Imps would hire anyway. She could have been a bounty hunter for Boss Oundo, but the crime lord preferred less... dainty individuals to do his dirty work. Less dainty and more muscular, usually with blasters and other harmful objects. This one Evin suspected he could take in a one-on-one unless she was much more impressive than she appeared on the surface.

Then again, maybe she was on the run from someone. As long as it wasn't the Hutts or the Empire he didn't care much - assuming she could fly, of course. He had to admit, it helped she wasn't too hard on the eyes.

"Evin Cade," the man finally introduced himself. "Owner and-" He stopped himself, offering a weak grimace of self-deprecation. "Well actually, just owner," he took the hand off his waist and patted the hull of his ship, "of the StarRider. I've got a mechanic, Squeegie. He's on board. He's..." The man hesitated, casting a quick glance over his shoulder. Clearing his throat, "Anyway," turning back to the woman, "you fly, right? Dynamic's easy to pilot, just not my specialty." Cade offered her a grin.

OOC: I thought I'd given her a name previously, but I cant find it. So henceforth, she's known as the StarRider because why not? :)

Also, that link from last time? It's a good site for d6 stuff for your game if you ever want to use it as a resource. It has everything and then some.

Ellie
player, 3 posts
Obsessive Songstress
Eccentric StarPilot
Sun 24 Jun 2018
at 18:31
  • msg #6

[IC] Two to Tango

"Lucky for both of us, piloting is my speciality," Ellie answered, returning his smile. As she dismounted the speeder-bike, she kicked her leg out in a wide stride... to distract the ship's captain. To disguise the fact that she'd just tucked a DT-29 pistol behind her back, into the belt of her snug, dark grey jumpsuit, beneath the cover provided by the spacer's jacket she was wearing, a stolen one that was *just* a shade too big.

This Cade already seemed more sincere than most people she'd met in her line of work. The wrinkles by his eyes when he smiled were... kind. She wouldn't have to shoot him — at least not yet.

"You said, fast was good? Well, I'm better. I've skydived into a T-16 skyhopper in dead-stick free-fall, woken her up and landed her without a scratch. I've flown an Aurore-class freighter through rings of fire by night, and busted through blockades by breakfast." It was all true too. Well, almost. There was no need for her to mention casualties. Not now. No time for tears anyway. Not anymore.

Ellie started to walk toward the ship, trying not to make it obvious that she was keeping an eye toward the docking bay entrance. "If I can get those sleepy Banthas to pirouette, I can make your Dynamic dance like detonite." Ellie filed away that last line to use as a future song lyric. Of course, there might not be any more lyrics in her future, if she didn't get going soon. Now.

"Good to meet you, Mister Cade." She extended her hand in the same motion as taking a few more steps toward the ship — and closer to its captain. "Is this 'Squeegie' on board? I figure I should meet all my new crewmates, huh? And with a name like that, what is he, like a... a Wookiee or a Talz, matted fur on mop-up duty?" Ellie asked.

Would a wink be laying it on too thick? Then she thought she heard engines getting closer. But she'd given the Imperials at the bar the slip, no? Just paranoia then? Maybe. And so Ellie smiled... and winked.

"She's a beaut, this StarRider. Honestly. And you run a tight ship, I can tell already. I can see it."
This message was last edited by the player at 03:31, Mon 25 June 2018.
Evin Cade
GM, 4 posts
Tue 31 Jul 2018
at 14:42
  • msg #7

[IC] Two to Tango

Evin waited until she was facing away from him before he rolled his eyes. 'You run a tight ship, I can tell already? I can see it?' He wanted to tell her she already had the job, didn't need to kiss his hoop, but he didn't feel comfortable being quite so open. Not yet. And speaking of hoops-

He paused to enjoy the movement of the woman's back side as she climbed into the ship. He'd never had a female partner, and the last time he'd spent any meaningful time with one was a Wroonian… entertainer. It had been enjoyable, and he'd have loved to spend more time with her, but she had not come cheap. But attractive as she'd been, she hadn't been- "Squeegie's aboard." His voice broke, and he had to look away from her, toward the entrance of the starport, to hide where he'd been looking. "He's... a little like a mop. Hey, Squeegie?" He raised his voice to call the droid, joining the woman just inside the ship.

A moment later the modified tactical unit trundled into view. "Master Cade, I do not see-" The droid stopped speaking as he spotted Ellie, pulling back in surprise. "Oh. Hello. I am SQ-1G."

"Squeegie," Evin supplied, pushing past Ellie - she smelled, felt, so good! - and smacked the droid's arm with the back of his hand. "And it's Cade. Not 'master.' Not 'sir.' Cade."

"Yes, sir. Of course." Cade narrowed his eyes at the droid, trying to decide whether it was mocking him or not. Finally, he spun on his heel, grinning at his new - co-pilot? Pilot? He supposed the latter was more accurate, really. Force alone knew he wasn't really qualified for the title. "Want to look around now, or wait 'til we're in hyperspace?"
Ellie
player, 4 posts
Obsessive Songstress
Eccentric StarPilot
Sun 2 Sep 2018
at 02:29
  • msg #8

[IC] Two to Tango

Ellie could feel his eyes on her — and not in a lascivious way per se, not really. She knew how those other looks felt, and this Cade didn't seem that kind of guy. In fact, he seemed... kindDon't get ahead of yourself, she thought. First things first.

As she ascended the boarding ramp, she tried to casually lead the speeder bike onboard as well. This might make up for having to ditch her instruments at the venue — and she'd rather leave a vapor trail than a trail of evidence, that's for sure.

As Cade brushed by her, she allowed her "smile" to fade for just a moment. She was aboard. Safe for now. If sirens... or worse, worked their way into her periphery, at least she knew she could jet and hard burn off-planet fast, if need be.

So, Ellie breathed an audible sigh of relief. Then she smiled more genuinely, and extended a hand to the droid. She was always fond of mechanicals. Ellie sometimes found it hard to fight her own "programming", and felt that she could relate to a droid's plight, at least in that regard.

"Saoirse Starblazer. Hello yourself! Nice to know ya, SQ-1G."

She turned to Cade and winked, "Cute." She meant the droid's nickname, but suggestive ambiguity was probably her friend in this case, with Cade.

"And either-or, really," she said in answer to having a look around, "I could definitely go for a full tour once we've jumped to lightspeed. You know, riding the stars like your ship says she can — and I'm curious. About that — and about how you came up with that name? I mean, StarRider, I get it. Don't get me wrong, it definitely works, for an old ship and her Old Republic crew, I get it. But don't you want something with a little... more... I don't know... panache. That's the word, right? Some style? Something more outlandist? I mean, outlandish...."

"No wait, I do mean Outlandist! Wow, Yes! What a name. I'll fight you on that,"
she said playfully.

"So! Maybe I should see what my office looks like in person then." She leaned to the droid jokingly, "I mean the cockpit."

"Where we headed anyway? Me? I'm up for anywhere but here, right about now...."

This message was last edited by the player at 02:31, Sun 02 Sept 2018.
Evin Cade
GM, 5 posts
Sun 9 Sep 2018
at 22:11
  • msg #9

[IC] Two to Tango

Saoirse. He mentally played her name through his head. It was a nice name. Pretty. Like her.

He turned over his shoulder as she continued, turning back to help the woman push her vehicle into the garage. It was a tight fit, especially with the droids recharge station near the rear of the space. "Name's from the previous owner. My old partner." He paused, pursing his lips. "I like the name, though. 'Outlandist.' He grinned. "Let's see what we can do about it. Well. Squeegie. I'm not exactly," he wiggled his fingers as though that explained everything.

Guiding his new pilot from the garage, he jerked a thumb to his right. "Your room'll be down there in the starboard dormitory." He shrugged. "For now, anyway. I've been the only one in the port dorm and it's ... lived in." Evin grinned at the woman again. "If ya know what I mean. We don't get many guests though," he continued as they headed toward the bridge, "but I suppose if we had any they'd be stuck in there too. So I'll try to clean up my act for you."

In point of fact the dormitory wasn't really all that dirty. But there were a few things he would have preferred to kept hidden from his new partner - not the least of which was the adult film Jedi Nights which could have seen him locked away for a good, long time in an Imperial detention center. It was hidden away true, but... But I don't know enough about her to trust her. He kept the smile on his face as he nodded forward. "Down here."

He had to bend slightly to avoid hitting his head on the bulkhead. "As for where we should go, I suppose there are a few good options. The sixth moon of Canthor's home to a guy who sometimes has," Cade hesitated, "interesting work." That was an understatement. He'd met the man after the Separatists had been defeated, and he was - odd. A collector as far as Evin could tell, though a collector of some of the most bizarre paraphernalia he'd ever had to find. "But he doesnt always. I dont much want to make the trip if I'm not sure.

"There are the Shell Hutts on Circumtore. They always have work. But, well,"
a shrug, "they're Hutts." In truth, he didn't find the Shell Hutts nearly as objectionable as their cousins. They were greedy, manipulative, selfish sadists of course, but the lacked that certain something Jabba and his ilk had.

Pausing, Cade considered his last suggestion before making it. It wasn't a thrilling option at all. "Nelzin Qef isn't as bad as the Hutts but he's always got work. Work's probably not as well-paying, but..." His smile broadened to a grin once more. "Well he won't feed you to a rancor. Probably."
Ellie
player, 5 posts
Obsessive Songstress
Eccentric StarPilot
Fri 21 Sep 2018
at 03:22
  • msg #10

[IC] Two to Tango

Elle nodded at the hand gesture and smiled lopsidedly. Although she had developed a light touch with words through song, she still sometimes found them... constrictive. Sometimes. A gesture said a lot more. Sometimes. Conveyed enough without needing an explanation that would without a doubt leave something out. Simultaneous subtext that both prosaic poetry and million-credit prose were often hard-pressed to match.  Sometimes.

"Yeah, I know," Elle answered, finally.

As she walked up toward the bridge past the cabins, and Cade made mention of messes and guests, she couldn't help but laugh aloud a bit — before trying to pass off the laughter as clearing her throat, "No need to worry about visitors, Cap. At least none for me. I'm a good girl. Always have been." Then she added with a wink, "So far."

She listened as Cade rattled off contacts and possible destinations, but her eyes were locked instead on the controls. She took a long look in fact. Despite his self-deprecation, Captain Cade had kept things in good shape — or perhaps Squeegie had and she was letting his obvious kindheartedness blunt her better, keener judgement. Still, she could tell from the well-worn grips of the flight controls, and the jury-rigging hiding here and there, that Cade was a traveller. A wanderer even.... Good.

Elle let the information sink in. Then, without turning bodily away from the controls, she let her eyes drift into a gaze out the viewport, into the skies. She raised a fist, and starting counting out, aloud.

Thumb first. "One, interesting how?" That would make a difference.

Forefinger. "Two... well, let's skip to three okay, because that guy's got a cool name, but no game. Work is work, poor-paying work in particular is... but interesting work isn't, if you know what I mean. Because dangerous, I don't mind."

Middle finger. "So... Three. As in Class Three? Not anymore, I hope. I'm guessing from the look of that new...ish Hyperdrive Motivator back there, that you and Skew here have fully upgraded this bird's Class Three to a Class One by now. Please tell me that our... Outlandist can hit x1 past lightspeed...."

Then she jumped into the pilot's station like she owned it. "Cuz Circumtore, here we come!" Finally she turned, looking over her shoulder, back at Cade. She was grinning now. "Shell Hutts, huh? I'd only ever seen the armor — and it was... let's say, it was an artist's rendering and leave it at that. Curved durasteel horns, spiked Scorpio's tail. I for one... am intrigued."
This message was last edited by the player at 03:31, Fri 21 Sept 2018.
Evin Cade
GM, 6 posts
Thu 4 Oct 2018
at 16:05
  • msg #11

[IC] Two to Tango

Evin hesitated before answering her questions and comment, taken aback someone by her leaping into the plot's seat. It's what he'd hired her for of course, but- But truth to tell, he still wasn't quite used to dealing with others. This woman was about as far from Rev Bem as a being could get. He'd been... not laid back, precisely, but less likely to put himself out there for all the world to see (so to speak).

Maybe it would be nice to have a pilot like Ellie. More forward. "Not a class one, no," he admitted as he dropped into the co-pilot's seat. "Class two. Rev Bem - the guy who used to know it, my former partner? - he wasn't really in a rush to get anywhere. Not exactly great for some things, but," Cade shrugged. "Anyway," he leaned back, wrapping his fingers behind his head and putting one leg across a knee, "it's in good shape, but I wouldn't mind getting an upgrade. There were actually quite a few things he wouldn't have complained about upgrading. The weapons and shields on the StarRider - Outlandist, he thought, nodding slightly. He was liking that name more and more - were original, and hardly good for much beyond defending against stray mynocks.

As she worked to prepare them for leaving atmosphere he contacted control and informed them of their plans to leave. He then returned to relaxing while she worked. "Marko's a collector. Artifacts. That sort of thing. Some of the things that he likes to collect are... frowned by by the Empire. Like I said: interesting." He grinned.

The vessel shivered as she lifted off. "But Circumtore it is." Evin fell silent for a brief moment. "Just keep in mind they're Hutts."
Ellie
player, 6 posts
Obsessive Songstress
Eccentric StarPilot
Mon 5 Nov 2018
at 03:31
  • msg #12

[IC] Two to Tango

As the... Outlandist shook, freeing herself from rust the ship never knew she had, the freighter felt light under Elle's hand. Lighter than she thought an Old Republic relic would feel. They were airborne and it felt... good. And once they were spaceborne, it would feel great.

As the VTOL repulsors hummed their tune, before giving way to thrusters in earnest, Elle caught a glimpse of flashing lights just outside their docking berth, out of the corner of her eye. Flashing that was suddenly fading, as she put distance between them, ASAP. Probably the Imperial patrol speeders she'd shaken before, finally catching up.

But they hadn't caught up, had they? Elle exhaled. She'd made it. They made it. Maybe it was too soon to say they, but hey. Perhaps it really was like Preigo said, in his self-proclaimed "infinite wisdom", every ringmaster needs a circus troupe, no?

"Yes!" Elle said aloud. "And no — no worries, I ain't afraid of no Hutt, and Class Two flies just fine. And not as in second-class either." Elle held up two fingers again, "And sorry, Squeegee. No offense. Talkin' only organics here. And I'm talkin' two as in 'double trouble' — as in new 'Dynanic Duo' for this Dynamic-class, know what I mean?

She winked at the droid before looking over her shoulder at Cade, calculations to Circumtore complete.

Then Elle smiled... and it was genuine.

"Watch my back, I'll watch yours, and we'll make it. This might be TMD (too much data), but to be honest, I've been singing solo for far too long now. Sometimes, to soar like an acrobat should, a flyer needs a base, am I right? But don't worry," she said quickly, cutting off Cade before he could respond, "I usually am. And right now —" Elle punched it, and together, they made the jump to lightspeed.



"I've got a really good feeling about this."



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