Ask Plot Lasers and Blasters and Batteries, Oh My!

[Eisa Wex]

Well this was to be somewhat expected, well perhaps not the double cross coming from the Squibs. After all the Ugors were the ones with the reputation for being opportunistic whilst the Squibs were just ones who liked a good haggle - seemed that the 'Verse still had a few surprises up it's sleeve! Still the double cross had reared its ugly head, making it clear that it wasn't just one being opportunistic but an all out ambush that had been orchestrated whilst the two Jedi had brokered the deal between the gangs. There was every temptation for calling out I told you so! to the two Jedi, but she figured perhaps now was not the time.

Quickly breaking away from the cover that the insectoid Jedi had created and subsequently hid behind along with her Padawan, Isel. Accompanied by the Ugors who had made a quick bee line for the safety of the improvised cover. Eisa moved in the opposite direction from the other's electing to move into the centre of the fire fight, moving off to the flank so to put some space away from gangers as well as the docked freighter.

The Spacer's gaze narrowed as she disappeared into the haze created by the kicked up dust storm, a shrill wine emanating from her blaster pistol as she charged up it's heavy burst, before raising and pointing the muzzle of the weapon up towards the dorsal hull mounted turret atop of the freighter. With another squeeze of the trigger, an overcharged blast of plasma was unleashed towards the turret, the molten green streak of energy connecting hard with the turret's exposed cannons, the weight of burning plasma making short work of the metal plating of the external pre-fire chamber, burning through and rendering the turret useless - well to a degree, if the Squibs were to use the turret they'd blow themselves up in the process.

Step two complete! All that was needed, was for the familiar roar of her baby's engines to be heard as it made it's approach - providing of course that her crew had taken note of the activation of Eisa's transponder, rather than chasing each other around the ship or arguing over something or the other. Until then, Eisa ducked herself down into a knelt prone position, readying up her heavy blaster rifle and proceeding to return fire in the direction of where the squibs were attacking from, using the traces of the blaster fire as a marker for the ambushing squib's locations.

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[Minerva Wren]

Sitting alone in the pilot’s chair with her booted feet on top of the panel Minerva taking a nap. She had the door shut and locked to keep Curse out for the time being. Of course could the little metal monster hack her way in, but the merc would certainly hear it. The last few hours had been quite boring for her save for that incident where she caught Curse trying to tamper with her helmet.

Leading to some shouting and chasing the bot while throwing things at the latter that lasted for several minutes.

“Demon droid.” The mandalorian muttered to herself. It was at that moment the Eisa’s transponder rang out from the computer. Eyes wide opened, Minerva sat up. Subsequently a fierce grin from her lips.

“Showtime.”

Putting on the helmet, and with the switch of the controls, the door slid open behind her. “Red in trouble again, we’re moving out.” She called out to Curse while activating the ship. The Rim Hopper came to life with the whine of engines and ascended from its hiding place.

Then the small vessel flew forth past a wrecked Venator class cruiser. Following the transporter’s singal Minerva navigated through the scrap yard until she spotted the blaster fire. Quickly she recognized the laser shots from Eisa’s heavy rifle, firing at a group of Squibs.

Good I been wanting to shoot something today.

With that in mind Minerva increased thrusters and dived toward the small warzone for a strafing run. Squeezing down the trigger, she unleashed a furious barrage upon the blue furred hostiles.

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[Izel Thral]

"I suppose I'm lucky we didn't take bets," Izel replied to her Padawan's snarky remark as she deflected an incoming blaster bolt. She then turned her gaze toward the Ugor. "Tell your men to watch their fire. We still need those batteries and they could be in any one of the crates-" She was then interrupted by the Rim Hopper swooping in for a strafing run, killing several of their enemies as well as blowing up a good number of their supplies.

"You've got to be kidding me..." She groaned as she watched the crates go up in flames. That was it. This nonsense had to stop now. Taking a moment to reach out with her Force sense Izel identified each and every one of the Squibs outside the freighter. She then reached out with both hands and called upon the Force. The dust cloud swarmed over them, filling their eyes with dirt and rushing down their throats as well. As the Squibs paused in their firing to cough or rub their eyes the Vratix climbed up atop a pile of crates to get a clear view of them all. The firefight and the Rim Hopper's support had thinned their numbers significantly, so this wouldn't be too difficult. Reaching out with the Force again she strained to lift all of the little aliens up in the air together and then slam them forcefully back down into the dirt, knocking most of them senseless. A few squirmed and started to get up, but she lifted these ones in the air and slammed them down again, rendering the last of them unconscious.

Left exhausted by so much use of the Force Izel slid down from the crates and slumped to the ground. "Damn... Scavengers..." She huffed between heavy breaths. Even with her attack the job still wasn't finished. What was left of the Squib gang had retreated into the freighter and were firing up the engines. It was an old and ponderous craft, but it was slowly starting to lift into the air. IF they managed to escape they might take the batteries with them.

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[Isen Ramm]

Isen growled a little under his breath. What was left of the Squibs was about to fly away with the batteries they needed. "This is probably going to be a stupid thing to do." Isen, once again reacting and not thinking, took to a dead sprint toward the craft as it was trying to slowly lift off the ground. The ramp itself was raising even slower than the ship itself. Isen Force jumped and was able to barrel roll onto the ramp before it clamped shut. He just hoped like heck that the Mando was smart enough not to shoot down the ship with the batteries in it.

He could feel the panic in the ship. The remaining Squibs were arguing about the failed double-cross of the Jedi. Apparently, not everyone was on board. Either way, they were trying to blast off and leave the Jedi in the dust that was left. Isen didn't really know what to do at this point. He had not given this part of the plan much thought. What to do once he actually got inside the ship? Well, now he was here, and he was at a loss.

The Squibs were scurrying around the freighter, partly in panic and partly to get the ship off the ground. Isen reached out and grabbed one by the nape of the neck, pulled him into loading room of the ship, and held up a finger. The Squib complied with his silence. Isen asked him, "What's the easiest and quickest way for me to land this ship?"

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[Eisa Wex]

Lunging off over to the side to avoid the barrage of blaster fire that had been shot in response to the latest burst of heavy blaster rifle fire that Eisa had snapped off towards the Squibs, making the most of the dissipating dust cloud to obscure her position. But the haze was starting to thin out, and would soon leave her exposed to the naked eye. That was until her ears perked up at the sound of an all to distinct engine, coming in and rapidly growing louder. A broad grin crossed her features as she could hear the engines roar with a sudden influx of fuel and power the approaching ship accelerated before letting out a high pitched whine as it dropped into rapid descent.

"There's my girl" the fiery haired spacer spoke out as her eyes settled on the bright orange and yellow fuselage of the Rim Hopper as it levelled off it's descent and proceeded to tear over head on a strafing run, unleashing a barrage of laser turret fire into everything beneath it's path, cutting down the double crossing Squibs and the barricades that they had ducked under. A wide grin crossing her features as the back up tore a path of destruction into the Squib ranks. We're sure a bunch of misfits, but we've definitely got each others backs, the spacer mused as she turned off her transponder, before her attention turned away from the fly past of her Crewmates in the Rim Hopper, and over towards the Squib's line, eyes narrowing as she watched those that seemed to have evaded the strafing run make a beeline for the Squib's freighter.

Eisa's narrowed gaze flitted between the freighter and where the Ugors and the Jedi had been holed up, watching as Izel dropped out of sight behind the barricades, before her eyebrow arched inquisitively as she caught sight of the Padawan making a break for the freighter. Clearly he was about to do something stupid and reckless, that was not going to be something she was not going to get involved in! - After all stupid and reckless was much more fun!

Digging deep and channelling the Force into her, the fiery haired spacer made a break for the freighter. Coming at first into a sprint before using the pooled Force energy to jump, not into the boarding ramp like Isel had done, but onto the fuselage of the Freighter as it gradually tried to lift itself off the ground. Scrambling over onto the hull around the exposed cockpit, the fiery haired spacer reeled her cybernetic arm back, before thrusting it forwards with a heavy series of punches, the metallic balled fist smashing against the transparisteel view port, until it started to crack and fracture before breaking a hole though the the view port.

The hole being large enough to point her blaster pistol through the aperture, as she charged up another overpowered shot. Levelling the muzzle of the weapon at the pilot. "You've got till three to put this rig down.... One......"

 

[Minerva Wren]

“Pere!”

Minerva declared in the old tongue as the Squibs’ defenses exploded. She pulled the freighter and turned around for another pass. Upon doing so she noted the unexpected dust storm swarming the target area below. Jedi and their magic tricks. Subsequently the merc at the controls, noted the surviving hostiles fleeing into their ship and turning on the engines.

A predatory grin surfaced on Minerva’s face. Where are you scum going? The party was just starting. She dived toward it, locking the ascending vessel, on target specifically toward the engines once they lifted off. However, the Mandalorian noted a Jedi figure that made it on the ramp.

A frustrated grunt came out through the helmet. “Stupid Jedi, spoiling my fun.” She muttered to herself. Of course if the enemy ship gets off the ground she will open fire to disable it not destroy.

Then as she was about to turn out from the dive Minerva spotted Eisa using the force to climb onto the vessel and go after the cockpit. Laughing and a bit envious the merc shouted. “That’s right Red cut off the sarlacc‘s head!”

Saying that Minerva maneuvered into a third pass, to get behind the target in case Eisa and the Jedi don’t force it down in time.

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[Izel Thral]

With the situation on the ground dying down Izel coughed and tried to catch her breath, looking around to try and spot her Padawan. Much to her horror the young Kiffar was making a break for the fleeing freighter. "Isen!" She desperately tried to call him off, only for Eisa to jump on right after him. The Vratix tried to get up but collapsed again, still dizzy from the previous exertion. For the moment all she could do was watch.

Onboard as Isen grabbed the Squib and pulled him aside he was quick to put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, easy..." He replied nervously to the apprentice. "Best way to get the ship back on the ground is taking control of the cockpit or sabotaging the engine room. Either way you're gonna need to do some fighting..." He explained, and nodded towards the other still very clearly armed Squibs running about the cargo hold.

In the cockpit itself the pilot did not respond well to Eisa bludgeoning her way through the transparisteel. The little creature growled defiantly as she pointed her blaster at him and started her countdown, then violently jerked the controls to the side. The freighter likewise made a sharp turning movement, threatening to throw the spacer off if she didn't hold on.

Back in the cargo hold the Squib being held hostage took the sudden evasive maneuver as an opportunity to break free of Isen's grip and run back out to where his comrades could see him. "Here!" He shouted frantically, waving his arms in the air. "One of them's over here!"

Outside Izel saw the freighter trying to flee the area, picking up speed as it blasted away from the camp. "No no no!" She shouted, stumbling forward and dropping her pike as she reached up with both hands. Lashing out with the Force once more she used every ounce of strength she had to try and stop the ship. With all the effort it slowed somewhat, the engines having to burn harder to keep it moving. Despite her efforts to plant her feet the Vratix started sliding forwards as the freighter kept moving steadily away, with the Ugors rushing up to grab onto the insectoid in a vain effort to hold her in place. Soon enough there was a rather comedic scene of the entire group being dragged along the dusty ground.

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[Eisa Wex]

Well seems that the Squibs were't exactly going to make things easy, despite having given the pilot the choice to surrender and try to salvage a peaceful end to the Squib's attempts to double cross the Jedi. The answer being given by the ship suddenly jerking to the side, the sudden movement throwing the fiery haired spacer off to the side, her body rolling along the view port briefly as if she was about to fall from the ship. The only saving grace was her cybernetic arm that had managed to clamp down on a railing, but at the cost that she had to sacrifice her hold of her blaster that went tumbling onto the ground below.

"Well, tried it the easy way" Eisa grunted, as she scrambled to get a firmer hold on the ship, as the pilot continued to rock the ship as much as possible to shake off it's external boarder. Her gaze narrowing as she tried to gather her thoughts and cobble together a way around the latest development. What would Curse do? the words running through the fiery haired spacer's thoughts, if there ever was a time for the little buzzdroid to shine and stop a ship from escaping, this would be it.

But unfortunately Curse was on the Rim Hopper and not running riot with the freighter as it attempted to escape. So the Fiery haired spacer's only option was to try and put her mind into the droids logic processors and think of the easiest way to prevent the ship from escaping without destroying it. Her mind recalling the events of Ryloth and the calculated means in which Curse had planed out the most effective way of crippling the Star Destroyer - take out the bridge.

Looking over the hull panelling around her, the spacer's gaze settled on a bolted up maintenance hatch, a wild grin crossing her features, as she readjusted herself so that she was holding onto the ship's railing with her other arm -freeing up her cybernetic limb to apply brute force to the access panel. Closing her eyes as she continued to punch and breach away the panel, the spacer attempted to reach out with the Force towards the other Jedi, knowing that she wouldn't be able to telepathically speak into their minds - Eisa projected her intent to suddenly have the ship drop out of the air, even though it was a good twenty maybe thirty feet of the ground. The impact wasn't going to destroy the ship, but it sure as Kriff was going to knock the contents about for six. If Isen at least could sense her intent then he would have the opportunity to brace himself for the sudden drop.

With the access panel sufficiently buckled, the spacer tore away the panel revealing a manual override leaver. "Well here goes" Eisa muttered to herself, before pulling the leaver and activating the cockpit eject sequence. As soon as the leaver had been pulled the spacer held on as tightly as possible to the outer railings of the freighter's hull, as the cockpit was ejected from the front of the freighter's fuselage and was propelled skywards. The ejection sequence, enabling the ships safety systems and powering the entire craft down, giving all those onboard a brief moment of weightlessness before gravity took its hold on the ship once again and brought the disabled freighter down to the ground with a deafening thud.

 

[Isen Ramm]

The young Padawan braced himself as the ship jerked to one side. Unfortunately, he lost his grip on the Squib and alerted others to his presence. "Here! One of them's over here!"

All Isen could really do is sigh and prepare himself for a barrage of blaster fire. He stepped out into the larger hallway to provide himself more room to maneuver. He would also be able to prevent the return of the bolts from killing some Squibs. In close quarters, almost certainly there would be collateral damage. Seven squib squatted in the hall and started to fire on the Jedi, but the young Kiffar repelled them, directing them closer and closer to their location until their nervousness got to them and the started to slowly retreat at first, but finally a full-fledged route as the disappeared around the corner. Isen turned to the Squib that alerted the others and glared at him.

"I...I....I....I'm sorry, Jedi!" he shouted at him.

Isen shook his head and said, "Save it. Take me to the cockpit so I can bring this bird down."

The squib reluctantly agreed, and started walking in the direction, Isen supposed, in the direction of the cockpit. Only a few steps into their trip, Isen felt a ripple in the force. This ship was going to go down, and it was going to going down hot and fast. Isen snatched the Squib and lept to grab a rail that ran along the ceiling. The crash sent dust and small objects flying. Alarms and red lights starting flashing all over the ship. Isen dropped down and put the Squib down on the floor. The furry creature looked up at Isen and said, "Thanks. Why'd you save me?"

"Because I need you. The ship's down. Take me to the cargo hold. I want to put my eyes on the batteries."

The Squib deflated and nodded. "Follow me."

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[Izel Thral]

Izel watched in surprise as the freighter suddenly fell out of the sky, and looked at her hands confusedly. But she quickly shook her head and put it out of her mind, calling her pike back to her hand with the Force and quickly making her way towards the downed ship. It was more important she made sure her Padawan was safe. Hopefully the batteries hadn't been destroyed in the crash either... Ah yes, and there was Eisa as well, she had to make sure the spacer hadn't been harmed either.

The Ugors followed behind her like her own squad of improvised soldiers as she made her way to the wreck. Thankfully they found the ship intact for the most part. The fall hadn't been very far after all. On Izel's word the Ugors took up defensive positions around the cargo ramp, blasters at the ready. Then the Vratix stepped forward and shouted, trying to get the attention of whoever was inside.

"You have nowhere to run now!" She called. Although she tried to sound diplomatic she couldn't keep the annoyance out of her voice. Not to mention the anger over threatening her and her apprentice. "Come out now and throw down your weapons. I give you my word you will not be harmed. Which is worth far more than yours." That last addition was probably unnecessary, but she was getting fed up with these scavengers. "All we want is the batteries. You can keep the rest of your haul. Please let us put a stop to this nonsense and act like civilized beings!" There was no immediate answer. Perhaps the Squibs were just discussing what to do. Or perhaps they were preparing a counterattack. Izel ignited her pike. She would wait a few more moments but if they didn't come out she was cutting her way in. One way or another she was putting a stop to this.

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[Minerva Wren]

At this point Minerva shouldn’t be surprised at the stunts that her captain pulled. Red acts more like a crazed Wookiee than a former Jedi. I don’t have a problem with that in the slightest. Thinking so the mercenary’s eyes widened as the enemy freighter suddenly crashed.

Thinking fast Minerva directed the Hopper toward a cleaning amongst the wreckage. The ship descended and the landing ramp opened up and she got out from the cockpit, readying her rifle. Subsequently she rushed through the vessel, leaving Curse behind. Once outside Minerva using her jetpack flew toward the crashed site yards away.

In the middle of the brief flight she spotted the party of Ugors positioning behind the ramp led by a rather familiar Jedi. It’s the bug lady from Nar Shaddaa! Not wanting to deal with her, Minerva flew past the group and landed on top of the hull. Advancing toward the ruined cockpit she shouted.

“Red are you there?!”

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[Eisa Wex]

Once the dust had settled and downed freighter fell into stunned silence, well for a few moments at least before the ejected cockpit soon came crashing down into the near by junk pile. The Fiery haired spacer, dropped down from the side of the hull that she had been holding onto as the freighter made it's unplanned landing. Stepping away from the ship, the spacer patted herself down, brushing off the dust that had been kicked up and collected on her fatigues. A slight snigger escaping her lips as she heard the insectoid Jedi chastise the Squibs and gave them the final terms, iterating that they only wanted the batteries and the Squibs can keep the rest.

They're gonna be needing more than their haul to get off of this rock any time soon, Eisa mused to herself, before turning her attention towards the sky above, watching as Minvera flew over and set herself down on top of the downed freighter. Before calling out to find out where Eisa had ended up in the wake of the chaos. Looking up towards the Mandalorian as she stepped out away from the ship so she would be in her crew mate's sights.

"Down here Min" Eisa called out as she waved up towards the Mandalorian, a wild grin plastered on her features. "That sure was some Crazy Kriff!! Thanks for the quick air support....." she added with a chuckle, before a frown formed on her features. "But I reckon, might have lost my blaster during all that fun" the spacer rounded off, before moving her hand to scratch at the back of her head, before looking to the floor keeping an eye out for her dropped weapon, before shrugging - figuring that if worst come to the worst, she'd just get a new one the next time they pass an arms store.

But till then, the heavy blaster rifle slung over her shoulder would suffice, nodding her head towards the front of the ship where Izel was speaking to the Squibs as they started to emerge from the freighter's hull. Eisa signalled for Minerva to follow, before unslinging her rifle and stepping towards the flank of the Vratrix Jedi - just in case the message still hadn't sunk into the Squibs, she would be ready to cover the Jedi.

 

[Isen Ramm]

The young Jedi followed his Squib guide to the Cargo hold. Along the way, Squibs were sprawled out on the floor. Some of them were knocked completely out from the sudden crash. Others were dazed and confused. A few had their senses, but Isen quickly dispatched them with Force pushes. If they weren't knocked out or dazed before, they got that way real quick-like. The Squib led Isen to the bowels of the ship. It was a tight squeeze to get in as the bottom of the ship took the brunt of the damage. The cargo hold had been crushed to a degree, and sort of collapsed on itself. Many of the crates were damaged and the cargo hold was crushed to some degree.

"Oh, no," Isen said as he looked at state of the some of the crates. "Help me find the batteries."

The Squib nodded and started looking at the digital labels on the crates. Isen took to looking as well. It wasn't long before the Squib popped up. "Found them, Jedi."

Isen immediately made his way through the obstacle course of crates, strewn cargo, and debris to check out the crates that contained the batteries. The crates themselves were heavily dented and the Padawan and the Squib exchanged nervous glances. Isen nodded and the Squib started typing in the codes to open the crates. One of them opened and Isen took a long look at the battery inside of it. Isen had no idea what he was looking at, but it looked to be in decent enough shape. A few minor dents, but Isen didn't see how it would prevent the thing from working. The Squib nodded at Isen, seemingly thinking the same. The Squib sighed as he looked at the second crate. The crate itself was heavily damaged, and the fear was that insides would be damaged as well.

"Let's see it," Isen said

The Squib started typing in the code, but the digital lock was too damaged to take it. He looked at Isen and shrugged. The young Jedi pulled out his lightsaber with the intention to cut through the crate and open it the hard way. Before he could, however, two Squibs squeezed their way into the cargo hold and immediately opened fire. The Squib helping Isen with the crates never stood a chance. The friendly fire hit him with three shots to the back, and he dropped dead. Isen immediately started deflecting shots with his lightsaber, but the quarters were extremely close. Without meaning to, Isen deflected a shot right back at one of the Squibs, hitting him in the gut. He dropped, holding his abdomen. The other Squib's eyes grew wide and he retreated back into the quarters of the ship.

Isen winced at what he had done. He made his way to the Cargo hold exit door and tried to open it. The door tried to open, but the frame and the door were too bent for it to release. Isen came over and gave it several hard kicks to free it, but it wouldn't give. He looked over at the Squib who was losing it fast and knew he had to hurry. Isen used his lightsaber to melt some of the obstruction in the door and with another solid kick, the cargo door opened with a crash.

Isen could hear his master yelling from the outside. "Come out now and throw down your weapons. I give you my word you will not be harmed. Which is worth far more than yours. All we want is the batteries. You can keep the rest of your haul. Please let us put a stop to this nonsense and act like civilized beings!" All Izel Thral would see after the Cargo door opened, however, would be Isen sprinting out of the cargo door carrying the Squib he accidentally sent the blaster bolt back to. He placed the dying alien down and waved his master over frantically. "He's hurt badly, Master," he yelled.

He figured he could explain about the batteries once Izel Thral started attending to the Squib.

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[Izel Thral]

Izel's antennae twitched as she heard the sound of a jetpack and looked up to see a Mandalorian rocketing by overhead. A very familiar Mandalorian. Her grip on her pike tightened. What was she doing here? Her question was answered shortly as Eisa returned with the woman at her side, only slightly worse for wear.

"I knew you had a Mandalorian on your crew..." She remarked to the red haired spacer. "I didn't know it was that one..." The venomous tone in her voice and the fact she was staring daggers at Minerva made it easy to tell they had met before, and not under the best of circumstances. Before anything else could be said though the ramp finally opened, and Isen appeared with the injured Squib. A few more scavengers came out after him, but all had their hands up. It looked like the fighting was over.

Izel quickly rushed to her Padawan's side, giving him a nod of acknowledgement and placing a firm hand on his shoulder before kneeling down over the wounded Squib. As she began inspecting his wound one of the Ugors sauntered forward with a laugh.

"Ha! Let the rat squirm a little!" He remarked unsympathetically.

"Be quiet." Izel replied sharply, glancing over her shoulder at the alien. The Ugor quickly backed off in response. Returning her attention back to the Squib Izel took a deep breath and put her hands on the wounded area, using the Force to heal him. She managed to close up the wound, but it wasn't exactly her finest work. With an exhausted sigh the Vratix sat down heavily beside the Squib and looked up at her apprentice. "He'll live." She said between breaths. "What about you? Are you alright Padawan?" Even through the fatigue it was clear she was deeply concerned for the young Kiffar's safety.

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[Minerva Wren]

Seeing Eisa’s crazy self Minerva couldn’t help let out a chuckle. “I shouldn’t be surprised at this point, Red. You live to tell about it if nothing else.” When gestured to follow her, the Mandalorian did so.

Upon joining the others she looked back at Izel when the latter made her remark. Anger flaring Minerva squeezed her hands into fists. She hardly had expected a warm welcome, given their near confrontation on Nar Shaddaa during that crazy outbreak. But the mercenary would’ve thought Jedi remembered she had helped them out despite the insults and threats(blasters and sabers pointed at one another) in the sewers.

Far as I’m concerned she can take the pike and shove it where the stars don’t shine.

Before she can say that outloud Izel’s apprentice appeared with a wounded enemy. Seeing that everything appears under control she turned to Eisa. “It appears my assistance is not needed now I’ll see ya back on the ship Red.”

With one last glance toward the Jedi pair Minerva subsequently said after Izel did her healing act.

“I don’t care what you think of me Jedi but try to remember for whatever my own reasons that I did help out back on Nar Shaddaa. Not looking for forgiveness nor gratitude from you lot just remember.”

Saying all that she flew away by jetpack, returning to the Rim Hopper.

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[Eisa Wex]

Casting a bemused expression as the insectoid Jedi questioned her about the Mandalorian who was her crew mate, the fiery haired spacer flitted her gaze between Izel and Minerva, a curious look crossing on her features - wondering what the beef was between these two. The venomous tone being offered by the Jedi, followed by the rather blunt sounding retort from Minerva before her swift departure, the spacer making a mental note to quiz her crewmate and get the low down on the gossip once she got back to her ship.

Watching as Minerva jetted away back towards the Rim Hopper, the spacer powered off her rifle and slung it back over her shoulder. "What ever the hows and whys for your beef with her" Eisa spoke out with a sigh, once she had finished stowing away her weapons before approaching a few steps closer to Izel. "It just ain't worth it, holding onto grudges" she added, tilting her head to the side slightly, her eyes watching over the squibs as they started to file out of the downed freighter and seemingly congregated into a gathering, that the Ugors had appeared to take the initiative on and kept their own watchful eyes on the scrappers - probably to score points with their new employer.

"Like it or not, it ain't safe out there in the 'verse" The spacer spoke after a brief silence watching over the Ugors, before returning her attention back to the two Jedi, a light grin curling on her lips. "Grudges should be the least of your problems" she added, before pursing her lips for a moment. "All that matters is knowing someone has your back. Me n my crew might just be a bunch of misfits, but we trust each other with our lives" Eisa rounded off, before reaching to her weathered belt and retrieving a protein ration pack from one of the pouches, and tossing it to the Insectoid Jedi - seeing the exhausted state of the Jedi Knight.

"This'll perk you back up, much better than those old supplement capsules" The spacer spoke, gesturing towards the Knight's utility belt, before taking a few steps backwards. "B'sides everything's all squared up here" Eisa added as she about faced, turning to head towards her ship. "Will see you out there in the 'verse...." she continued, waving a casual salute as she headed off back to her ship.

 

[Isen Ramm]

Isen, for his part, more or less ignored the verbal back and forth between his mentor and the Mando. He wasn't particularly fond the metalhead either, and she had pulled a blaster on him back on Nar Shaddaa over a relatively benign joke after all, but the Kiffar was really not that concerned whether people liked him or not. Perhaps he should be. Rightly or wrongly, he cared about his reputation as a formidable Jedi in tact, but whether they actually liked him? Not a major concern. He was more concerned about the Squib that would die without Izel's help, and he was thankful that Master Thral would be able to save his hairy little life.

"What about you? Are you alright Padawan?" Izel asked him.

"Don't worry about me, Master," Isen answered. "I'm fine." He waited for Izel to end her conversations with the red-headed crazy woman and the Mando. "At least one of the batteries seems to have survived the crash in decent shape. The other was in a crate that one of the Squib's was opening. The crate didn't look to be in too good of shape, but I suppose that's why they crate them. Maybe the crate took all the damage and the battery inside of it will be fine. We'll have to cut into the crate though. The crash busted up the code lock."

Isen stood and gave everyone a look over. Make sure the Mando wasn't getting cheeky about anything and to make sure the remaining Squibs and Ugors were staying in line.

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[Izel Thral]

Izel just glared back at the Mandalorian as she spoke, her face just as unreadable as the masked human. On a certain level she realized her feelings were irrational. Disregarding everything else Minerva had helped them on Nar Shaddaa, and seemed to be committed to helping the Guardians' cause. Through loyalty or employment to Eisa if nothing else. Still, a simple apology for their initial introduction would have gone a long way to warming her to the Vratix. As Eisa stood up for her crewmate Izel turned her gaze to the spacer, listening quietly before speaking up.

"It's not a matter of grudges," She insisted, although that wasn't entirely true. "She's unreliable, too hotheaded. If you trust her with your life you may be in danger." She looked down at the ration pack the spacer had tossed her before adding a "Thank you for your assistance." More softly.

She turned back to Isen as he explained the state of the batteries. Not great, but hopefully they had salvaged enough for the corvette. "We'll see what we've got. If it's not enough we'll just have to go for another field trip." She told her apprentice before looking to their new Ugor allies. "I apologize for the unpleasantness." She said with a bow of her head. "Of course our original offer still stands..."

"We're with you Jedi." The Ugor leader assured her with a nod. "Just don't expect us to be your front line fighters. As you can see, it's not exactly our specialty."

"Fair enough." Izel replied with a soft chitter, and looked back to her Padawan. "Come on, we should get back to camp. Nykoria is going to want an explanation as to why she suddenly has a few dozen more mouths to feed." She started walking along. Still tired from the earlier fight, she leaned heavily on her pike as a crutch. "Oh and Padawan? The next time you go jumping on to a ship full of enemy combatants... Give me warning first will you?" Izel was well aware of Isen's skill, but she was starting to fear he was overestimating himself. That could lead him into great danger, both physical... And otherwise...

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