Charging

[Kalladrrl]

They’d come aboard the ship separately and were due to depart shortly, spending their time within the ship at menial positions. Unfortunately, the handler had refused to put him in the galley, which was a shame because Kalladrrl had a fantastic palette and a real flair for cooking. They’d said his hair would get everywhere. What’d they know about food? A little hair just meant their giant chef cared about their meal. That was almost discrimination of the highest order, but among these people who made Mandalorians look like Core World schoolchildren, he understood the need to do exactly as he’d been told.

The Wookiee had been assigned to maintenance aboard the frigate, which had allowed him the opportunity to learn the footprint of the ship and where the target was, in performing the duties he’d been assigned as part of a work crew. He’d brought his share of the payload that needed delivering, slung over his back with the tools that had been part of his daily routine now. All he needed was to make contact here, with Ruelle.

No doubt she’d been fitting in well here. The Wookiee couldn’t help but smile into the shadows. They’d never see either of them coming; a Wookiee playing dumb and the pretty redhead who had an attitude to match these chumps and more.

Their meeting spot was close to the target, in the nook that lead to an unused, sealed bulkhead. Two ways in and out of this corridor, with Kalladrrl able to peer down one.

He smelled her first, all the salt and fury and fire of her. Then, her steps became louder as she joined the meeting. Kalladrrl was quick to speak in hushed tones as he picked at the elbow of the ship’s uniform he’d been provided.

"Ynnaharradannsnrf. Dookarrannynpahnharrf. Rraanrr haarrgagoofrarrongahoonlrrnrrf?"

@Dread

 

[The Eternal (Vex)]

Unlike her wookiee partner, she did end up getting hired to work in the frigate's galley but as a waitress for the most part. She was wearing a uniform that wasn't that comfortable and a little too big for her, not that she'd complain. Though she'd only recently boarded the frigate, her short stint here hadn't been that terrible. She only had to do prep work in the galley and serve the few hungry men that hadn't ate their lunch already. Even though she sassed them when they complained about the cooking and drink they all seemed to love it, having themselves a good laugh at what they probably thought was her expense. But they could laugh all they wanted, as long as she didn't have to actually accommodate their complaints.

Once she was done with them and all her prep work she headed towards their meeting spot, carrying her share of the tools they needed. Kalladrrl was already there and so she joined his side as he spoke. Though she'd never admit it, it was kind of nice to see her ally again. She was getting use to working in groups now.

A little bit of her couldn't help but giggle at the mans words. "They're kind of annoying, aren't they?" Shaking her head with a smile she looked towards the doorway as came into view—their target was just beyond it. They'd be there any second and since they blended in no one minded as they passed them by. "I don't so much mind the singing, but I'll be happy to stop speaking their annoying language," she said with a soft laugh under her breath.

 

[Kalladrrl]

"Grrallakuri rooktarr," he said with an ironic smirk directed toward the Sith as if in jest because of their linguistic headbutting of the past as they passed through a set of doors that required one of their keys to open, which Kalladrrl had been issued as part of the maintenance gang. They were greeted by thrumming machinery, well-maintained and with good reason. Carbon dioxide scrubbers, water reclamation and purification, pressurization systems, heat production, artificial gravity generation, radiation filters all buzzed about their business of keeping the frigate’s organic inhabitants safe from the ravages of hard vacuum and space travel. Their continued function was essential to the mission of the vessel and with the smell of ozone and processing chemicals tickling his noise, the Wookiee busied himself with their work.

They knew their objectives, so Kalladrrl remained silent as he removed the devices. He moved with cheerful, loping grace as the doors shut behind them, bending over and pressing the underside of the device to a cranny of the oxygen decarbonization complex, pushing down and twisting as the device engaged its hold with the powerful magnet at the base. The Wookiee and Ruelle were each to attend to a set of subsystems. After oxygen purification, he moved to the radiation filter, planting another one of the devices on its underside and twisted to engage its magnetic grip, peering around all the while but not letting paranoia distract him from the task. The last was a bulky, square machine whose almost arcane internal processes generated gravity for the ship, avoiding the need for radial design and centrifugal force that had been employed in ancient spacecraft. Twist and magnetic seal.

He nodded eagerly as to himself as the task was finished and he found the human Sith in the array of machinery, attending her in silence and keeping his eyes open and his guard up.

 

[The Eternal (Vex)]

Once they got into the room with the life-support system, Ruelle went to work. Getting out the mines they had been provided from her bag and walking over to the systems she had been assigned. She didn't keep her eyes on the door but she did extend her senses, feeling for anything or anyone that might interrupt their job. Though she didn't expect anyone to since they just looked like regular workers, but one never knew.

The mines were easy to place. With one simple twist the magnetic grip engaged and grabbed hold onto the life support systems. It was good that the ship hadn't taken off yet, she thought as she placed them. That meant it would be easier to leave once everything was done.

Only the hum of the systems filled the space between the two as they finished their assigned tasks. Ruelle looked back at the wookiee as soon as she finished, giving him a nod to let him know she was done. "Let's go," she said simply, turning around to leave the room.

 

[Kalladrrl]

The Empire had spies and operatives everywhere, and another one awaited them at the port docking bay in a shuttle that had been “regularly scheduled” to depart for resupply and refitting the ship. It would do no such thing and instead speed Kalladrrl and Ruelle to safety and the Wookiee led them away from the depths of the ship where dwelt the machinery to keep its warriors intact. This was the extent of their orders on the vessel, whose name was rendered in the harsh language of its masters. Truthfully, Kalladrrl knew they orbited a planet in the Outer Rim but he was sure which it was, and it did not matter. Ignorance would add to deniability in the event there was a reckoning later, but these two clandestine operatives of the Sith had fulfilled their duty with flying colors and they’d leave these barbarians to their doom, wheresoever and when it would find them.

The Wookiee’s stomach grumbled as they traipsed through the corridors, the Wookiee’s head held high and casual to continue giving off the appearance of belonging. It filled him with a twisted pleasure, towering high above them inconspicuously and moving among them cloaked in utter deception. Maybe Ruelle had a subtle influence on these people to make them more susceptible to their presence and ruse.

Maybe that wasn’t how the Force worked.

The doors to the bay were shut, and their contact had such clout that only one of their keycards would open the entryway during this interval, allowing them passage to the bay where droids attended their duties, blissfully unaware of the identity of the two beings that moved to the idling shuttle. His footfalls were soft up the ramp as he took a seat in the darkened shuttle, vibrating with the potential of its ion engines.

The War Master would be pleased. The Wookiee grinned murderously into the half-light as the shuttle sealed itself, lifting off and departing from the frigate.

/exit thread

 

[The Eternal (Vex)]

Ruelle followed by Kalladrrl casually. Nodding to a few of the men she had met on her way out. They smiled at her and she smiled back, but for reasons they wouldn't know. Not because she liked them.

When they made it to the shuttle she took her seat quietly. Closing her eyes and readying herself to be bored on the trip home. While it was satisfying to finish a mission it also meant there'd be a gap in time where she was doing nothing till the next one, and that upset her.

She sighed as the shuttle took off and made it's way back to their home.

/exit thread