With the thrumming engine and the subtle vibrating 'woosh' of hyperspace being drowned out by bass-heavy synth music and the smoke of a freshly lit Cigara careening through the cockpit air, Hannibal pored over the collection of files he had gathered related to the task at hand. He and his new companion, a fellow with a name that evoked images of some kind of tragic vampire-related romantic comedy, were off to retrieve old and valuable artifacts half-buried beneath what used to be museums. With the severe earthquakes shattering the city's infrastructure, the Jedi Order had almost literally jumped at the chance to assist the people. The Force did tend to multiply the effectiveness of a person at doing things, after all. The young Jedi Knight had gotten as much information about the area around the museum as well as the location itself, even going so far as to download digital brochures. He liked to be very familiar with any area he was to be working in beforehand, knowing from experience and the thousand tales his mother told him that plans rarely survive first contact with much at all.
He was wearing yet another unusual outfit today, something that almost seemed dredged up from an artist's rendering of someone who thought he saw a Jedi, the green jacket currently slung around the back of the chair allowing the tattoos along his arms to sit open in the dim cockpit lighting, sleeveless undertunic mostly concealing a tailored blast vest beneath it. The same chair was leaned back, his sturdy black leather boots propped up on an unused control panel next to his blaster pistol, a portable computer, and a series of tools that made sitting a pain when clipped to his belt. Humming to himself, completely different from the sound blasting it's way through the cockpit, he wondered privately to himself if the Council was playing a joke on the two Knights. Ash seemed a very serious sort of person from the vibe he gave off, and Hannibal was absolutely the kind of person to make joke at any given opportunity, with the chances increasing the more serious the situation was supposed to be.
This was bound to be interesting, at the very least.
The Catspaw let out a series of beeps, indicating they would reach their destination within ten minutes, so Hannibal said as much over the ship's intercom. Hopefully he wouldn't startle the other Jedi in the middle of practicing his grumpy face or something. The thought made him chuckle to himself, also briefly transmitted without context through the speakers. Ideally one should be seated somewhere that wasn't the cargo area full of relief supply crates when dropping out of hyperspace, after all. Wouldn't want to start the mission by pancaking the other Jedi against a bulkhead somewhere.
@Shax
He was wearing yet another unusual outfit today, something that almost seemed dredged up from an artist's rendering of someone who thought he saw a Jedi, the green jacket currently slung around the back of the chair allowing the tattoos along his arms to sit open in the dim cockpit lighting, sleeveless undertunic mostly concealing a tailored blast vest beneath it. The same chair was leaned back, his sturdy black leather boots propped up on an unused control panel next to his blaster pistol, a portable computer, and a series of tools that made sitting a pain when clipped to his belt. Humming to himself, completely different from the sound blasting it's way through the cockpit, he wondered privately to himself if the Council was playing a joke on the two Knights. Ash seemed a very serious sort of person from the vibe he gave off, and Hannibal was absolutely the kind of person to make joke at any given opportunity, with the chances increasing the more serious the situation was supposed to be.
This was bound to be interesting, at the very least.
The Catspaw let out a series of beeps, indicating they would reach their destination within ten minutes, so Hannibal said as much over the ship's intercom. Hopefully he wouldn't startle the other Jedi in the middle of practicing his grumpy face or something. The thought made him chuckle to himself, also briefly transmitted without context through the speakers. Ideally one should be seated somewhere that wasn't the cargo area full of relief supply crates when dropping out of hyperspace, after all. Wouldn't want to start the mission by pancaking the other Jedi against a bulkhead somewhere.
@Shax
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