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Well this was was much better! Jumping between worlds, running cargo, selling scrap - all the humdrum routine of life as an aimless Space Captain flying from one job to the next was an adventure in itself, but it didn't hurt to find a moment to simply let the ship land on some unknown and remote world and sit back, relax but also lie low! Whilst for the most part the ventures of the Rim Hopper crew had been somewhat routine, it did have a nasty habit of occasionally going a little pear shaped thanks to the rather colourful crew that had found their way into the ship's compliment of misfits

Savareen seemed like the perfect spot to set the ship down, and allow the crew to take some time and stretch their respective limbs, both motorised and flesh alike. Not only was it far from the reaches of local crime lords that had been somewhat mildly miffed... no utterly pissed off by the colourful crews antics, some partly fuelled and caused by one to many sour Sarlaks, some caused by the ever destructive antics of the ship's chief engineer and a few caused by choice words and a few thrown punches at some perceived slight. Yet despite the remote and relatively isolated state of the planet, it was hot dry and had a refreshing oceanic breeze that rolled over the desert land mass.

The VCX-100 had landed down in an relatively isolated spot, nestled away in the shade cast by a towering hulk of a capital ship's wreckage that looked like it had been sitting in the dusty plains for well over a century. It seemed to be the perfect spot, as not only did it allow for a particular droid to get extremely excitable over the sight that had fallen upon it's photo receptors - so much so that no sooner had the ship touched down and the engines started to power down, the little buzz droid had already made a break for the boarding ramp. But for the fiery haired spacer it granted her the opportunity to get out of the ship and allow her complexion to move away from that ever flattering 'trapped in a tin can' pale shade of skin.

The impromptu sound system set atop the Rim Hopper's dorsal hull was blaring out a tune that had become something of an ear worm for the fiery haired spacer since the crew's recent antics on Batuu, beside the blaring speakers a cooler of beers hidden away under an improvised canopy for additional shade. With a light sigh the female rolled over onto her front and reached out towards the cooler to retrieve a fresh bottle of beer, her cybernetic hand snapping off the metal cap that sealed the drink away, allowing for a slight fizz and foam to escape from the bottle. "I'm sure the council will object to more than what you just did" Eisa chuckled as she shet her book down before taking a swig from the chilled beverage and setting it to the side to resume reading 'A Parsec too far' a trashy romance novel that she had picked up in one the many countless space ports that she had passed through. This one in particular had caught the spacer's attention, the cover emblazoned with a shirtless man suggestively wielding a lightsaber beside a scantly clad dark haired female, surrounded by crude renditions of battle droids reminiscent of the Clone wars - coupled with the tagline 'His Force was too strong for one woman'

Whether it was the fit of hysterical laughter that the cover had instilled on the young woman when she had seen the novel on the shelve, or the morbid curiosity that she held over how the novel's author sought to fantasise the Jedi knights of old. Eisa was instantly sold on the prospect of reading the novel, just for the prospect of how much much it would make her chuckle and so far it wasn't disappointing. Pulling her attention away from the pages of text, the fiery haired spacer cast a cursory glance down towards the makeshift camp that the crew had made as they spread out for their downtime, a light grin crossing her lips as she raised her beer in a gestured salute to her crew before returning back to her trashy novel.

It was good to have a moment to sit back and relax with no distractions over the horizon.... Right?

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Unlike Eisa, Curse was well aware there was no time to be wasted, and had gotten to work immediately upon their arrival. She had divided the husk of the long destroyed capital ship into sections so that each could be explored and dismantled systematically. Obviously she wouldn't be able to dismantle an entire cruiser on her own, or at least not within any of her crewmates' lifetimes, so she simply set about exploring the giant durasteel skeleton and taking apart anything she happened to find interesting.

The Pistoeka had left Eisa behind while she relaxed to delve deep into the husk's innards, dragging a sack behind her. If on her journey she found any useable parts that might be repurposed for the Rim Hopper she would collect them, although most of what she found would be torn apart right on the spot. Already she had been able to expand her database of schematics considerably, taking note of all the different broken down machinery within the ship and theorizing how it might have worked while still operational. She would occasionally run in to some small non-sentient creatures scurrying about in the hull, but nothing a quick burst of fire from her plasma torch couldn't send running away.

After the latest one of these excursions Curse would drag her valuable findings back to the crew camp, dumping the parts in a pile with the rest she had found before looking in Eisa's direction. Seeing the human was busy she would simply tap a leg against one of her shell casings in her own little gesture of a salute before promptly returning to work. There was still so much destroy and she didn't want to waste any time chatting.

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Minerva clad completely in Mandalorian armor came down the ramp after Eisa and her little demon of a droid. One moment I’m enjoying a drink at the bar, the next this crazy ex-Jedi gets me caught up in her mess. The Mando shook her head in disbelief, still trying to figure out how it all happened.

Well it certainly involved explosions. This new employer is not boring at least. Shame I had to leave my own ship behind but will come back for it later.

She focused on helping set up the makeshift camp. Of course Minerva couldn’t help but notice that the wreckage they were hiding on seemed to be capital class. From which war I wonder? Maybe Imperial hard to tell. Once done with her set of tasks, Minerva picked an empty spot and stood still as the music from the ship continued to play out loud.

Standing still the mercenary subsequently got into a combat stance. Drawing a vibrosword from its sheath Minerva held it high in the air. Taking a deep breath she then swung the blade down vertically. Followed by a hortionzal slash from the left side then the right and repeated.

It went on for several minutes before Minerva spun with a high kick in the air. The armored warrior landed on both feet. Stopping she spotted Eisa sitting down with her ‘novel’ and waving at them all. Minerva gave only a nod back as she was about to resume her training session.

In that moment she heard metal being dropped and turned around, seeing Curse mess with junk. Staying still the merc suspiciously watched the droid go back into the wreckage’s interior. That little pest messed with my jetback, took me hours to fix it too. She’s lucky her owner stepped in or else I would’ve blasted that metal monster into pieces.

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It seemed that for want of a better term so far so good, Curse seemed to be enjoying herself scuttling back and forth between the nearby wreck, dragging various unseen parts from the old husk and bringing them back to the ship - possibly getting more bits either to maintain or repair the ship, or to add to the collection of junk that filled the droid's quarters like a proverbial ball pit that you might find in some run down fast food chain scattered across the galaxy. Then again she wouldn't put it past the droid to have uncovered some useful scrap that could be added to the growing collection in the hold, Curse did have an eye for earmarking the more valuable parts that would earn them a few extra creds.

Some of those creds naturally went towards fuel and provisions for the ships, some went into the personal coffers that Eisa had set up, one for herself, one for the newest addition to the crew - with two set up for Curse, one for her own maintenance and upkeep and spending with the second one set up and kept aside to pay off damages in a bid to placate those who might have noticed or taken Umbridge when the little buzz droid gets a little bit too sabotage happy.

The newest addition to the band of misfits, Minerva was down off to the side of the ship seemingly making the most of the down time to train. Whilst it was handy to have an additional set of hands to help about on the ship, especially when their antics across the galaxy seemed to often end with making a quick escape from a pissed off Hutt or band of pirates. - Eisa couldn't help but wonder just what was going through the Mandalorian's mind half of the time, some would question what sanity, however was left within that helmet. At least Eisa could use of the excuse of being blown up for having a screw loose.

Putting those thoughts aside, Eisa returned her attention back to her book her lips pursing as she tried her hardest to keep a straight face at the latest paragraph, but the further she continued reading about Ani-Wan's attempt to seduce the latest vixen that had fallen foul of the Empire's storm troopers, spouting corny small talk as the Jedi knight fought back against the storm troopers poorly aimed blaster fire. But as try as she might, the fiery haired spacer burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. "I don’t want anything serious, I really just want to get my Endor away" Eisa recited amidst her laughter, before dropping the book to wipe at her eyes "Aww Kriff this is complete trash, but I can't stop reading"

OOC: going to another round of lounging before it all gets interesting :D
 

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Curse's opinion of their new Mandalorian crewmate was somewhat mixed. On one hand she had brought with her all kinds of interesting tools, weapons and equipment the buzz droid rarely had access to. On the other hand she got all indignant and blaster-happy whenever Curse tried to dismantle any of it. Honestly, what did the woman expect to happen when bringing a jetpack onboard? That the Pistoeka would just not want to destroy it? It went against all sense to refrain from sabotaging such a beautiful piece of machinery.

But the armor. That was what had the buzz droid metaphorically salivating at the mouth. Beskar. Curse had never destroyed something made of Beskar before. Finally a worthy challenge, if only the Mandalorians weren't so obsessively attached to it. That was a dilemma that she had been trying to figure a way around in the back of her mind ever since Minerva joined the crew. She hadn't pieced together a plan just yet, but it was only a matter of time before she did. What happened afterwards was another story. She doubted Minerva would appreciate her artwork, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

Her latest trip into the abandoned ship brought about another valuable discovery. A logic processor for a 3PO series protocol droid. The buzz droid whistled happily as she carefully plucked it from the thoroughly rusted remains of the droid it had been inhabiting. Eisa might be able to make use of such a part for Spares. Curse would love to have a working droid she could dismantle on a whim. Once making sure the part was still serviceable she immediately turned around and rushed back towards camp excitedly.

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As soon as Curse was out of sight Minerva resumed training. She rolled to the left side and once back up thrust her blade as if stabbing an enemy. Drawing the sword back the warrior slashed it upward that would cut off an arm if it was there. Following it up with a right knee strike then a horizontal swing back and forth.

Don’t hold back.

She swung her sword faster and faster. The adrenaline kicked in and she smiled underneath the helmet. Child’s play. Without warning she jumped in the air, before landing on both feet, stabbing downward. Panting a bit Minerva heard Eisa laugh about something.

“Probably something crazy.” The mercenary said to herself. She ignored Curse who returned with more scrap. Sheathing the sword, Minerva drew her pistol and aimed at a ruined panel a few yards away. Squeezing the trigger, two bolts flew and struck it at the top.

I love target practice.


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Setting the book down off to the side, as a light sigh escaped her lips the fiery haired spacer reached back over for her bottle of beer before necking the remainder of the contents. "Oh Ani-wan" Eisa sighed as she shifted her body so that she was sitting upright rather than just sprawled out on the hull of the ship. "Why'd ya have to leave her in the lurch like that" she spacer muttered as she reached over for the book before proceeding to bend the corner of the page over for continuing later on, tossing the book off to the side Eisa got back onto her feet with a slight groan, as she gingerly stood upright her face wincing as the muscles in her legs cramped out at the strain of having to naturally bare the weight of her body without the aid of the cybernetic braces.

Stumbling towards the edge of the ship, the spacer reached out for the pole that was being used to prop up the canopy, before using it to help support herself as she stood overlooking the small encampment the crew had set up for themselves, her bright emerald hued eyes tracking the scuttling movements of Curse as she returned from the husked wreck they had landed beside, though looking at the tracks cut into the ground it looked as if the little droid had been making many trips running back and forth, a light grin crossing her features as the thought that perhaps this may tire the little critter out - hopefully enough to not attempt another late night break in, into the Mandalorian' s quarters.

Speaking of which, and with the sound of blaster fire, Eisa's attention moved towards where Minerva was. It looked as if she had now moved way from her vibroblade practice and shifted towards target practice, firing at a ruined hull panel. A light grin crossing the spacer's features as she held out her remaining hand and manipulated the force so to move the panel off from the ground, levitating it and shifting it back and forth in a erratic pattern. Figuring that whilst unexpected perhaps the Mandalorian would appreciate shooting at a target that wasn't stationary.

After a few moments of the panel seemingly jutting from side to site erratically, the panel suddenly dropped to the ground, as the exposed hairs on her body seemingly pricked up and stood on edge. Swiftly proceeded by a flash of light followed by the sound of a thunderous explosion off in the distance.

"What in the Kriff was that?" Eisa called out as she looked towards her crew mates, in the vein hope that one of them might have an answer to the cause of the explosion. Her eyes falling on Curse for a moment, casting her a questioning glance before looking over towards the towering plume of smoke that was rising up in the distance, beyond where the edge of the wreck could be seen. Clicking her tongue in thought for a moment, the spacer slumped herself down onto the hull of the ship, before summoning the cybernetic leg braces towards her with the Force - figuring that whatever had exploded off in the distance, the cause was either going to need their attention, or could potentially be headed their way, either way she would need to be able to move at more than an uneasy limp.
 

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This time upon reaching the camp instead of returning to her pile of junk Curse made a beeline for Eisa to show her the logic processor. //Eisa!// She chittered out, and jumped up and down at the spacer's feet, trying to get her attention as she pointed at the droid part she was clutching in her pincers. //Look! Look! Look! Eisa! Look!//

Her incessant prodding was cut off by an explosion going off at another section of the wreck. The Pistoeka jumped this time in surprise, letting out a frightened squeak as she dropped the processor and turned to look in the direction of the rising smoke. Shifting through several of her photoreceptor filters she immediately started analyzing the area of the explosion's origin before noticing her master was glaring at her accusingly.

//What?// She asked, offended. //It wasn't me! You don't know it was me!// While defending herself Curse quickly scanned over her memory banks of everything she had done since they landed here, just to make sure it really wasn't the result of a domino effect she had started. She concluded with 97% certainty that it probably wasn't her fault. //How do you know it wasn't the Mandalorian? She liked to blow things up too!// The buzz droid continued defensively.

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Minerva was about to shoot again when the panel broke off and levitated into the air. She didn’t need to look back and know it was Eisa. The redhead loved her tricks. As the floating panel flew back and forth, the merc grunted in amusement.

In all honesty she still wasn’t a bigger fan of the force but after certain events before joining the crew Minerva had learned to tolerate its existence...somewhat. As long as she doesn’t go Paplatine about it. Subsequently the merc fired a three round burst at the moving target. One bolt struck the lower edge on the left. The other two shots hit dead center.

“At least redhead’s use of it provides me a challenge like right now.”

Without warning the panel and an explosion erupted someways off. “Huh?” Now on full alert Minerva heard her captain’s question and rushed over. Curse was already there denying any involvement with the explosion.

When the droid however accused her of doing it Minerva retorted. “Shut up ya little pest, that wasn’t me. My demolition is art compared to that.”

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As she finished up reattaching her cybernetic exoskeletal braces back onto her legs, directly over her shorts figuring it would be best getting herself mobile over worrying about ensuring that she was dressed in her usual combat leggings. The Fiery haired spacer turned her attention between her two crew mates, Curse and Minerva, as each of them aired their innocence and within the same breath implying that it was likely the other that was the cause of the explosion in the distance. "Well if it ain't any of us, then its gotta be someone else" Eisa concluded, well more stating the obvious before she pushed herself back up onto her feet with a groan and then proceeding to step into her boots. "Min, gear up, think we might need to take Curse's AT-RT for a spin" she spoke out towards the Mandalorian , as a wide grin formed on her features.

Pursing her lips in thought Eisa turned her attention towards the pile of her effects that was sat beside the holodisk music player that she had jury-rigged into the ship's PA Speaker, reaching out with a hand and summoning her holster belt to her hand. Her attention moving towards Curse who had resumed her excited chittering over the latest piece of salvage that the droid had recovered, tilting her head off to the side, as she fastened her belt around her waist her eyes narrowing as she looked at the article that had gotten the droid excited.

Arching her eyebrow up as Curse swiftly approached her, carrying some part that if she was to be completely honest looked completely foreign to the Spacer's eyes. Her gaze narrowing as she looked blankly at the retrieved item that Curse was excitably making a fuss over, her lips pursing thoughtfully for a moment - before sighing as the last minute effort to try and figure out what the device was, and shaking her head. "Ummm I've got nothing bud, Is it some kind of upgrade?" Eisa spoke out, in a slightly defeated tone, before offering a light grin as she scratched at the back of her head, before offering her cybernetic arm for the droid to scurry up. "Right... hold tight" Eisa spoke out before jumping off from the top of the Rim Hopper down onto the sandy ground beneath them, using a slight touch of the Force Energy to soften the impact, before turning her attention back towards Curse. "So what is it you have found?"
 

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Curse let out a robotic hiss in response to the Mandalorian's insult, raising her plasma torch towards her crewmate menacingly. Thankfully Eisa was there to get between them before conflict could escalate once again. On the captain's orders it seemed they would be investigating the explosion. And rightfully so, the little Pistoeka thought as she climbed on to her master's extended arm. Who did these newcomers think they were sabotaging her wreck?

Unfortunately Eisa didn't seem to recognize the valuable find Curse had pilfered from the ship carcass. She had to remember few organics possessed photographic memories like droids did, and could not always readily recognize what a specific part was. How inconvenient. //It's a logic processor for a 3PO unit.// She explained as Eisa moved. //I've made a list of all the parts Spares would need to be made functioning again and have been trying to collect them where I can. I would like the company of another droid... And the practice...// She doubted she needed to explain further. Eisa was already acutely aware of Curse's great love for destroying other droids, given their little misadventure on Batuu.

//Question: when we find whoever caused the explosion, are they to be considered targets or friendlies?// Eisa's lessons were slow to sink in but had borne some fruit, as Curse was becoming more and more accustomed to asking permission before destroying people's things. Not that being refused permission actually stopped her if she spotted something she really wanted to break, but she had been getting progressively better at not constantly getting them into trouble.

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Minvera gripped her pistol still holstered as Curse pointed the plasma torch at her in a threat. I like to see ya try scrap for brains. She thought with narrowed eyes underneath the helmet. Before it could escalate Eisa intervened.

Biting her lips, the merc listened to the captain. Nodding she replied. “Good point let’s prepare the welcoming committee.“ With that Minerva raced back toward the ship, entering inside. At a table she found her blaster rifle...disassembled in pieces.

Jaw dropped in shock Minerva then cried out with anger, slamming a fist onto the table, shaking it.

Stupid pest messed with my gun! Knowing there was no time to deal with the merc readied her explosives while making sure Curse didn’t sabotage them either. Done, she got onboard the AT-RT. Activating the machine it stood up and she rushed out with it.

“It’s ready Eisa but your demon droid messed with my rifle! I’ll have to make do with what’s available.”

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A slight shudder crossed her body at the thought of Spares being re-activated, her lips pursing at thought as she looked over the buzz droid as she explained that she was looking to get the protocol droid functioning again. A grin eventually curling on her lips as she nodded in response to Curse's revealed plans, perhaps it would be a good thing to let the little droid have a pet project to work on - it might distract her from trying to get at the Mandalorian's kit an equipment. "Ok bud, sounds like a plan... But just one request" Eisa spoke out as she stepped to the side to allow for the AT-RT to be unloaded from the Rim Hopper's hold. "Just don't re-enable it's voice modulator... Can't stand his incessant nagging" she added, before sealing the ships hold up after Minerva and the AT-RT passed by.

The Spacer's attention shifted over to the Mandalorian as she confirmed that she was ready before raising that Curse had messed with her rifle. Shooting a sideways glance to the droid perched on her shoulder, Eisa tilted her head off to the side before unslinging her own heavy rifle off of her shoulder and tossing the weapon up to Minerva. "Here use mine" the spacer spoke out before casting a glance back to the buzzdroid. "Once we're back from this, you're gonna rebuild Min's rifle" she instructed the droid, before taking a few steps forward to follow the AT-RT as it lead the way towards the plume of smoke where the earlier explosion had originated. "We gotta be sure we have each others backs... Kriff knows what the 'Verse will throw at us... gotta be ready for what ever it does" Eisa rounded off, before putting some thought into Curse's question over how they were to treat those who were at the source of the explosion.

"Think at first we'll treat em as friendlies, accidents happen after all" Eisa spoke out after a moments thought, before her brow furrowed as she tried to reach out with the Force to get a read on the situation ahead of them. "Though if they aren't friendly, we'll either back off....." she continued as she turned her attention towards her crew mates in turn. "They might not want our help, but if they start pulling triggers.... we'll protect ourselves and each other"
 

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//Acceptable conditions.// Curse responded to Eisa's request. It was a simple enough concession, although she would have liked to play with the unit's vocabulator. Perhaps she could convince Eisa to reconsider by making him do something ridiculous like speaking backwards? Something to consider later.

When Minerva returned and exposed the buzz droid's sabotage she didn't recoil under her master's accusatory glance. Instead she just raised her shell casings in her version of a shrug. They knew what she was about. Still Eisa decided to scold her as they started making their way towards the source of the explosion, insisting that she cooperate with the Mandalorian. The little Pistoeka let out an exasperated whir.

//I would note we are normally the ones throwing ourselves at the 'verse as opposed to the other way around.// She argued. //But your logic is sound. For the sake of maintaining group functionality I will restrict sabotaging efforts to non-essential hardware.// She looked up at Minerva. //And I will fix your rifle. Although if you let me take a closer look I could probably increase it's effectiveness.//

She listened to Eisa's explanation of how to respond to whoever they came into contact with and responded with a simple //Acknowledged.// In agreement.

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Taking the rifle tossed to her Minerva nodded with gratitude. The BM-664 was a powerful weapon and in the Mandalorians opinion one of the best that Blackwell ever invented. It’s ironic that former peacekeeper would own one she admitted to herself. Minerva stared daggers through the t-visor at Curse who actually had the utter nerve to shrug when confronted with her crime.

When Eisa ordered the buzzdroid to amends later Minerva snorted in further annoyance. Of course for the time being they had some intruders to deal with. Getting off the AT-RT while her captain gave the rules of engagement she remarked. “I’ll use the jetpack you and mini menace can ride the walker.”

Checking the heavy rifle one more time she scowled at Curse upon the droid’s offer. “I can improve my own weapons without your so-called help! Also for the record I’m only allowing the repair job later out of respect for Red.”

Having nothing more to say to the buzzdroid she turned to Eisa. Then with an eager and savage tone Minerva said.

“Let’s go see to our uninvited guests.”

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"Come on ladies, lets save this energy for whoever caused that explosion" Eisa spoke out lightly, hoping to try and re-direct the pent up frustration between the bickering crewmates towards the task at hand. At this point, it seemed unlikely that there would ever be the chance that they would get along, not with all the lingering tensions between the crew mates - afterall from an outside point of view they were a complete mismatch of entities that on paper should not even be the remotest part compatible with the other. But whether it was just the wide eyed optimistic view of the Jedi's teachings that lingered within her upbringing or just a feeling that she could read in the Force, Minverva, Curse and Eisa all had the potential to come together and become a crew capable of great things together - all that was needed was the right spark to make that a reality.

Nodding as Minerva, stepped off from the walker and prepared to use her jet pack. Eisa waited a moment before pulling herself up onto the saddle and allowing Curse the opportunity to take the controls of the AT-RT, before edging herself back a little to ride shot gun on the war machine as it advanced forwards, her hand falling to her side to retrieve her side arm in preparation for what would be revealed to them as they passed over the crest of the sand dunes.

As they crossed the peak of the sand dunes, the trio were greeted with the sight of a large recent blast crater sitting at the forefront of the downed relic, within the centre was heavily damaged escort Freighter, it looked from the distance a not to dissimilar than the typical hull design of the Correllian Engineering line of star ships, but seemed to be more aggressive in the hull's form and profile. Reaching into the saddle bags that hung from the side of walker, the spacer retrieved the packed monocular, and powered them up.

"Ship looks like its seen better days, bit of a write off...." Eisa spoke out as she directed the telescopic device towards the crater, before adjust the view off to the site. "couple of bodies, and...." she continued before pausing slightly as she adjusted the zoom. "We've got trouble, pirates …. their markings look like Zann Consortium " the spacer cussed as the view zoomed in on those that were moving around the wreckage and kicking the dead bodies over. "Awww Kriff!" The spacer cussed as she quickly powered off the monoscope and stuffed it back into the saddle bag.

Powering up her weapon, Eisa dropped down off the walker. "They've spotted us" Eisa advised, moments before several blaster shots came streaming over head. "Min, see if you can draw their fire away for an opening. Curse once Minerva has got their attention open up with some covering fire" the spacer instructed, as she checked the charge on her blaster's power cell and readied herself to rush the pirates once Curse started opening fire.
 

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Curse simply shrugged again in response to Minerva's refusal. //Your loss.// She chittered with disinterest. If the Mandalorian didn't want to take advantage of a droid with as much technical experience as Curse that was her business. The only reason she bothered to try making amends with the Mandalorian in the first place was because Eisa requested as much. She wasn't about to put any more then the bare minimum of effort into it.

She was far more interested in taking control of the AT-RT as Eisa climbed up onto the vehicle and sat back. The little Pistoeka wasted no time in powering up the scout walker and pushing the throttle forward, sending in running and jumping over the scrap covered landscape. Once they reached the crater where their guests were Curse powered down the walker and crawled up atop it's controls, zooming in her photoreceptors to get a closer look as her master did. Zann Consortium? She had heard the name a few times but had never run into them personally. At least not from what her limited memory banks could tell her. All pirates were the same anyway, self-important fools with no shortage of equipment to scrap.

She then let out a surprised squeak as a blaster shot whizzed past, dropping down into cover behind the controls as Eisa hopped off. Heeding her master's command Curse scrambled to power up the AT-RT agin and set it in reverse, backing down the other side of the crest until it disappeared from the view of the attacking pirates. //Acknowledged!// The buzz droid twittered out to Eisa, maintaining her position. She would watch carefully for Minerva to make her diversion. As soon as the opening presented itself Curse would advance with the walker again and open fire on the pirates.

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Soaring alongside the walker Minerva kept her eyes on their destination. After that frustration from earlier she really wanted to blast something. Might as well be whoever it is. Reaching the peak she descended with a slide, kicking up some dust.

Standing next to Eisa opposite Curse, the Mandalorian activated her ID Scanner to view what’s below them. The newcomers’ vessel sure needed a new paint job but the look of the intruders themselves got her attention. Once her captain stated who it was Minerva smiled savagely.

Pirates good, means I don’t have to hold back.

Without warning blaster bolts were fired at them. Minerva hit the dirt to avoid getting shot. Nonetheless she listened to Eisa’s instructions and nodded. “On it.” Then Minerva rockets forth, charging straight at the pirates.

Squeezing down the trigger, the merc fired three bolts. The first two shots missed but the last caught a Nikto in the chest, knocking him to the ground lifeless. She got their attention, blasting toward her flying form. Minerva twists and spins in the air, evading the enemy barrage while taunting them.

“You shoot like stormtroopers!”

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Right, so Curse was priming herself to open fire, Minerva was now harassing the pirates from above, swooping around with her Jet pack and taking pot shots to draw their attention, all that was now needed was to break cover. "Ok Curse" Eisa spoke out as she flicked the safety of her blaster pistol off. "Let's go and wreck some havoc" she added before giving the droid a playful wink, before breaking off into a sprint towards the pirates.

As the fiery haired spacer swiftly made her way towards where the pirates had gathered and now seemingly shifted to hiding behind several crates for cover from the flying Mandalorian, she purposefully held back on opening fire - looking gain a bit more ground towards them, before she drew attention to herself. Once she was satisfied that she had closed enough distance, the spacer narrowed her eyes as she watched for the pirates as they emerged from their cover to take a few more shots at Minerva, a wry grin crossing her features as she squeezed down on the trigger of her weapon.

Snapping off three shots towards the pirate that was aiming his rifle towards the Mandalorian, the shots at first streaked past him before the last two connected into the side of his body, sending him tumbling down onto the ground and alerting his fellow pirates to Eisa's approach. Blaster fire was now being directed on two fronts, some skywards in an attempt to catch the Silver armoured female as she buzzed them from above, and the rest towards the spacer as she made a beeline towards the wrecked ship for cover - Splitting their attention enough to allow for the Buzz droid to really lay into them with her AT-RT
 

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//I thought you'd never ask...// Curse responded deviously to Eisa's words before advancing once more to the crest of the hill with the ATRT. As the spacer made her break for the wreck below Curse opened fire, blasting the pirates' makeshift barricades apart and sending bodies flying. The enemy was quick to try and focus their fire on their biggest target, but Minerva's harassing shots from above kept their attentions divided.

With the equivalent of an artillery strike being levelled at them the pirates quickly lost their nerve and started to retreat. With them beginning to flee Curse turned her attention on the freighter, blasting it again and again until it erupted into flames, sending hunks of burning debris scattering about.

With the battle clearly in their favor Curse began advancing down the hill towards their position, cackling like a lunatic as she continued to fire on the retreating pirates. The little Pistoeka seemed absolutely delighted by the damage she was capable of inflicting with the scout walker.

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