The Trip
'There's my big beautiful boy!' Lyla cheered as she recognised the fat turtle-like form of the Alabak's Gold. She was just glad to see it, the odd ship that had become her home and her ride. 'I guess that confirms it: an Imperial spy or two stole our ships. And we're getting them back.' she decided, resolved to try. After all, they had no other option for a getaway.
As they orbited, she closely scanned the two hangars, one wrecked, the other much too well guarded, but they couldn't let that stop them trying. 'Let's scout these, then get to our airlocks.'
OOC: Perception 20