♣ THEME ♣ "An than we wuz poppin outta hyperspace. We appened on soom bloody ol empire fools an some republica dopes before they ad united. They wuz fightin right there in the hangar bay. So ya know what I did? I'll tell ya wot I did. I flew into the hangar bay an blasted the shields keepin the whole hangar bay pressurized. ZOOOP out they went inta tha void. Bunch a dumbarse karkin force users wavin there dang glow sticks." A laugh from the two fellow crewmates echoed over the inner ship communication link. It was a true story and a hilarious one since the three mandos, Reyna, Daz and Burkhart had all been hungover as an anchor on a wet ship. It had been this very ship that he had done those things. The Effervescent, his pride and joy. Patting the dashboard with a gloved hand he took a deep breath letting his personal beviinir armor stretch over his large frame. The rest of his crew was similarly equiped for the time being though they had a spare change of flight suits. "Thar's always anothar memory ta be made luv." He whispered to the vessel knowing there was always more to achieve, more adventures to have. In the standard transition, Burkhart came out of hyperspace in high orbit over Serenno. As an entrepreneur dabbling in the covert transport of high valued items, also known as smuggling, he had acquired an advanced IFF spoofer to not attract attention to himself. "Nuf lollygaggin lads. Look sharp, we're in enemy territree." His thick rolled cigara rolled in between his canine teeth as he chewed the slowly smoking vice.