Stow It Away

[Eisa Swan]

Making her way through the corridors of the Hurricane, the dark haired Jedi came to a halt as the ship's technicians rushed past her, clearly in a rush to carry out some emergency repair works and damage control to the ship. The Hurricane had taken a bit of a light battering from the pirate's fighter ships, although the sudden strike upon the pirate convoy had caught them off guard allowing them to cripple the ship, they had to contend with an organised fighter escort. The fire support of the fighters had proven to be more than a handful, although they were in effect easy to take out, their numbers had been the deciding factor.

Once the enemy fighters had been neutralised and the area deemed safe, the dark haired Jedi took her leave from the cockpit, leaving the pure blood pilot to manoeuvre the Hurricane into position to dock with the stricken Brig. Whilst she retreated to her allotted quarters to ready herself, carrying out a check of her weapons and ensuring that any unnecessary articles were stowed away. Once the Jedi's preparation for the boarding party had been concluded, Eisa then made her way down towards docking port of the Hurricane.

As she rounded the corner to the docking port, the dark haired Jedi turned her gaze over towards the entrance, Eisa scrutinised the sight before her, a small grouping of the ship's crew were standing ready to secure the docking port to ensure that none of the pirates were able to make their way onto the ship and capture it. The last thing this venture needed was for the Hurricane be subject to a counter attack and the pirates seize the ship that attacked it, a sobering thought. The fact that despite the intentions of capturing the needed supplies for the rebellion, from the pirates that were more than likely carrying the very goods that had been stolen from the Rebellion's on freighter shipments.

Stepping through the Airlock, the dark haired Jedi came to a standstill, leaning against the bulkhead as she waited for the pure blood Sith for hire to make his way down to the docking port. Eisa reached down to her weapons holster and retrieved her blaster pistol, giving it a final check over to ensure that the power pack was fully charged. Her gaze moving away from her blaster and past the assembled security detail as the sight of a towering crimson skinned figure came into view stalking his way through the hallway. A light sigh escaping the Jedi's lips as she holstered her secondary weapon, it was now only a matter of time until the airlock would be breached and the pair would be clearing the ship of pirates.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask's blades plunged into the Brig's doors and slowly cut a circle neatly into it. Eisa was standing next to him, waiting for him to open the door for them to clear the place of pirates. His crew was standing by in case the pirates tried to come aboard the Hurricane. With this narrow doorway and all the crew's firepower staring down it the pirates would have one tough time getting aboard...that's if they got past the two force users.

"This is Exoleen all over again...only this time I don't have to feel bad about the crew." he mumbled to himself. That job was a mess to say the least. Not only got the Hellion's backside blown off but it was also the place where Aurie's fear of him took hold. A bad heist indeed.

He finished with the circle and drew a breath in. He pushed his right hand forward and sent the circle down the Brig's hallway at a devastating speed. As always the crew tried to bottleneck the entrance, which resulted in Hask knocking down two pirates in one go with his move. The Pureblood didn't waste a second as he moved forward towards the group of 4 pirates and hurled his yellow lightsaber into one's chest. He sliced one over the chest with his crimson lightsaber and recalled his lightsaber to his right hand. The two that were knocked down were getting up but he wrapped the force around each one's neck and closed off their air.

He stood in place as he watched the life drain from them until they finally collapsed on the floor. He drew a breath in and straightened out. He looked towards Eisa with a smirk hidden behind his helmet. "You want to sit this one out?" he asked, not sure if she could keep up with him and his 'method' of dealing with pirates. Not after she had a borderline existential crisis in his cockpit...

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[Eisa Swan]

Watching as the pureblood cut his way through the door, and forcebly make his entrance, casting the door into the waiting pirates who had moved to repel any invaders before finishing them off with a combination of his lightsaber and the Force to strangle the life out of the remaining pirates. The dark haired Jedi cast Hask a bemused look as he questioned whether she wanted to sit this one out, shaking her head Eisa stepped past the towering pureblood. "Nah I'm good" she spoke out as she retrieved her hybrid lightsaber and and blaster from their waiting holsters. "It is for the greater good after all" she added simply, before igniting the peridot green lightsaber and continued to make her way further along the corridor past Hask, before stopping an turning her head to regard him through the corner of her eye. " 'sides already in too deep now" Eisa concluded before raising her blaster and leveling off two shots towards the righthand side of the corridor intersection, cutting down a pirate as he emerged from around the corner under the unexpected blaster fire.

Rocking her head back and forth from side to side, a light clicking sound emanating from her neck as she worked out a few crinks. Taking a deep breath the Jedi allowed her connection to the Force flow at its fullest potential, her aura flooding with the power that was contained within, it was perhaps strange for the Pureblood to witness that the rather unassuming petite framed young female could command such a dominating strength through the Force.

Tilting her head to the side, the Jedis features scrunched up into a look of concentration, she could hear the sound of heavy footfall trample down the hallway on the lefthand side. Extending out her fore fingers from around the grip of her hybrid saber, Eisa concentrated the Force into her finger tips as she moved to the inside of the corridor. Mentally counting down the pirates approach, the Jedi waited until they were withing close proximity before sweeping out of cover and unleashing a wave of Force energy. Casting the three assaulting pirates back wards over themselves.

Mid step her body twisted round to bring her blaster wielding side prone. And squeezing off three single shots, each one of them leveled into the chests of the stunned pirates, killing them instantly. The young Jedis features bore no visible signs beyond a stoic concentration, her mind was now trained on neutralising the threat that resided within the stricken brig.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask blinked at her comment, not expecting it from the Jedi at all. Under normal circumstances he would have questioned her over her method of operation, but in this state of temporary barbarism he simply chuckled and fell in behind her. "Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame." he muttered to himself. A nod back to what he explained to Aurie back on Tatooine.

She opened fire and dropped a pirate before he had a chance to react. She channelled the force through her, allowing Hask to feel just how powerful she actually is. It was impressive, feeling this power coming from such a small and seemingly vulnerable girl. Pirates could be heard coming down the hall and she sent them flying once they appeared. She drew her pistol and made ready to fire, when a stream of crimson bolts flew dangerously close past her and slaughtered the 3 pirates, stealing her kills. "Can't let you have all the fun, now can I?" Hask quipped as he strolled past her, twirling his Quickdraw on his index finger and smoothly sliding it back into his holster.

He summoned his lightsaber into his left hand once more and walked through the hallway. Of the 20 or so pirates on board 8 were already killed. Hask could sense the fear and panic through the vessel. "You stink of fear!" he shouted so his voice would echo through the hallways. 4 pirates were quickly approaching and Hask waited patiently for them. "Come on then Jedi. If you want to ruin your order's name then do it properly." he commented as he stood aside. He reached around the corner and released a force-flash that completely messed the pirates up.

They all came stumbling out from around the corner, clutching their faces and groaning as they tried to figure out where they were. "There you go. Enjoy." Hask said and walked past the pirates deeper into the ship.

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[Eisa Swan]

Narrowing her eyes, the Jedi shot a sideways glance as he made the remark of her ruining the Order's name. Raising her blaster pistol up, the dark haired female leveled off four shots in a tracing pattern over the blinded pirates, the fired rounds being squared directly at their heads granting them a quick and clean kill. "You have some big misconceptions of the Jedi Order" Eisa commented, as she raised the blaster up to her gaze to check the available charge capacity remaining. "we're not all, diplomatic, book reading and meditating monks" she added dryly as she lowered the blaster down away from her gaze, before looking towards Hask. "There are some that make a stand against those who pray on the lives of the innocent" the Jedi continued before pausing slightly. " How else would an end be brought to the Empires tyranny" Eisa muttered, partially under her breath.

There would be no denying the fact that she would rather be living a life of peace, whiling away in her contemplations of the Force, reading and meditating her way to a state of enlightenment. But that reality was a luxury that she knew all to well she couldn't afford, in order for there to be peace, many would need to get their hands dirty. And, Eisa was just one of the few Jedi to have stepped forwards, even though now she was finding out just how much the cost of doing so would plague her conscience.

Moving deeper into the ship, the dark haired female, kept her mind attuned to the Force, reaching out and sensing the lifesigns that remained onboard. The pair of them were approaching the main core of the ship, the paths presented to them would take them towards either the main command deck of the stricken vessel through the crew quarters aceesd corridor or towards the cargo and engineering sections of the ship.

Turning her attention towards the corridor that lead to the command deck, the dark haired Jedi kept a stoic gaze upon the path ahead before spinning on her heal to repel two leveled blaster shots that came careening from behind. The bright green arc of light sweeping round to intercept the bursts of plasma and send them harmlessly to the ground. Her gaze focusing on three pirates that had taken cover behind some of the storage crates in the cargo hold, the Jedis grip on her hybrid weapon tightening as she manipulated the blade to deflect the incoming rain of blaster shots, eyes narrowing as she intently studied the currents of the Force to read where the shots were coming from, and positioning her saber swing to cast the fired round back to its sender.

The flurry of movement created a defending wall of light, stopping the shots from getting through or doing any harm to herself or Hask. A concerned look crossed Eisa's features as she could feel the massing presence of others behind her. Typical the pair of them were about to be caught in a crossfire, three pirates in the cargo hold and five readying themselves from withing the command deck to spring out and attack. "Big-red deal with the others on the bridge. I'll secure the hold" Eisa spoke out before ducking down as a shot of plasma streaked past from behind her head.

 

[Hask Jen]

Hask was ahead of her, but he still heard her as she mentioned those making a stand. "Exactly. So admit it. You're killers. The only difference between you and the Sith is you kill the bad guys, not the little guys like them...and you got that nonsense about suppressing emotions that makes me think temple life is dry as hell. he kept hammering her, raising his opinions of the Jedi in probably the worst setting possible. "That's why I like the Rebels. They know what they are." he admitted, then rounded a corner to enter the cargo hold of the Brig. The path through it led straight to the bridge.

Eisa was right behind him, bus both of them spun around as shots rang out. Hask scowled as he sensed shots coming from the rest of the cargo hold and the bridge. 5 enemies on his side, 3 on hers. A stream of bolts came his way and in a flurry of movements his two lightsabers deflected the bolts. Eisa, using a name he hated, told him to sort out the bridge. "With pleasure." he growled and started marching forward with no intent of stopping. A bolt came for his head but he simple leaned to the side to dodge it, thankfully Eisa managed to dodge it as well otherwise things might not have gone so well.

The pirates were firing with everything they had but they had no effect on the Pureblood with two lightsabers and the power rivalling a Sith Lord. Two Pirates were bathed in fire created by Hask, while the rest were firing bolt after bolt to no avail. Hask kept blocking and deflecting while not slowing down for a second. They started backing up to keep distance between them and him, but with a grasp of the force and flex of his right arm their blasters were ripped from their hands and flew past Hask, who raised his left arm to strike them down.

The last pirate, a young man probably only reaching twenty now, ran and closed the blast door to the bridge. His two comrades banged on the door, begging to let them in, but their voices soon silenced abruptly and a few seconds later a crimson and yellow blade pierced the top of the door and slowly cut a circle into the door, going slow as to melt the door to cut it easier. The young man cowered against the wall in the corner, cowering with fear from the two force users who just slaughtered their way through his crew as if they were nothing.

The door finally dropped and fell over into the cockpit, and in walked the cloaked and masked figure of Hask. He held a hand out and ensnared the boy of a force-stasis grip and lifted him off the ground. He held his lightsaber out to the boy and turned his head to talk to Eisa. "Knock him out or off him?" he asked Eisa for her input before doing anything further.

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[Eisa Swan]

"i wouldn't go that far!" Eisa retorted as she swiftly stepped to the side to evade a concentrated volley of blaster fire, before her blade swung up to deflect another burst of plasma. "Surpressing emotions is a flawed errant" she continued before raising her blaster and squeezing off two rounds towards one of the pirates who was trying to break out of his cover. "I agree that actions should not be dictated by emotions as they fog your judgement, but to fully suppress em?" she added before cutting off for a moment to concentrate on deflecting another round of blaster fire. "It's a bit bantha balls to be Frank, the young ones are thought to surpress all emotions, but I don't like that, mean how else are you gonna cope when you loose someone close to you? Life is not without pain, but we should be concerning ourselves on how we handle that pain, or joy, or loss or love. If you've never felt any of that, then how the kriff are you to know what you're guarding yourself against"

Swinging her body round to the side the dark haired Jedi, reduced her visible and tsrgettable area, using her green hued lightsaber to maintain her defense. Her gaze narrowing as she focused on the nearest of the pirates, raising her blaster she snapped off another two rounds, the first catching the pirates exposed leg, the second colliding with his chest as he fell out of cover. With one of the pirates down, the response from the remaining two was to intensify their own efforts, sighing a little the dark haired Jedi reached out through the Force, wrapping the tendrils of energy around the crates they where hiding behind. And, with a slight flick of her wrist the containers suddenly slid off to the side exposing the pirates, both of which where met with a blaster bolt to third chests before they had any chance to react.

With a deep breath, the dark haired female disengaged her lightsaber, and turned her attention back towards Hask who had cleared his way through to the command deck of the ship. Her gaze moving over to meet his as no sooner had she stepped into the room he asked about what should be done with the remaining pirate. The stoic gaze in her emerald hued eyes softening as she regarded the young male, barely out of his teens by the look of it, trapped in the purebloods induced state of stasis with a damp patch visible on his inside leg. Sighing she shook her head, she may be a soldier, or even as the Sith out it a killer, but she was no monster. "there's no sense in killing him if he's abandoned his weapon, be no different from shooting an enemy in the back as he retreats" Eisa spoke out with a sigh, before holstering her weapons. "Knock him out, we can secure him in one of the crew's bunks, then he can either face punishment for his crimes, or join your ship's crew if its an option, give him a chance to make a new life for himself" she added as she turned round to face the pureblood.

Stepping to the side a little, the dark haired Jedi turned her attention to the young boy, a resigned sigh escaping her lips before pursing them in thought. The lad was clearly out of his depths, not because of the fact that he fled from the assault of the two Force users as they neutralised the pirate threat on board. No this one seemed different, unlike the others who didn't yield in their attacks, this one abandoned his weapon and fled for safety, either he was a coward or more simply didn't belong running amongst a band of hardened pirates. "It's clear that he's definitely not like the other pirates, I'd guess it was probably the first time he'd even raised a weapon at someone" Eisa added as she looked over towards Hask, casting him a curious look for his view on the matter.

 

[Hask Jen]

Eisa entered the cockpit after Hask and stood beside him as she looked the boy over. She finally shook her head and told him that there was no point in killing the boy. She holstered her weapons and told the Pureblood to simply knock him out or do something with him. Hask gave her a look as she mentioned letting the boy join his crew. He could always use another hand and one of the members wanted out anyway, so at the moment it wasn't too bad an option.

She looked at the boy again for a few seconds. She added that the boy wasn't like the rest of the ship. Hask had to agree, this kid was greener than a rain forest. She looked at Hask and he looked at her for a second or two. Finally he shrugged and killed his lightsaber. "There's hope for you yet, Jedi." he said with a smirk and looked at the boy again. "Congrats, kid. Welcome to the crew." he said with a rather creepy smile and launched the boy into the wall to knock him out.

With the ship now theirs they had full reign of it all. Hask ordered two of his men to come get the boy and another two to help them in looking everything over. "Well come on then, guardian angel, let's see what goody-goodies are ours for the taking." he said and clipped his lightsabers to his belt. He took off his helmet with one hand and ushered Eisa along with the other as he led the way to the cargo hold.

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[Eisa Swan]

Raising a bemused eyebrow at the pureblood's quip about there being hope for her yet, the dark haired female folded her arms across her chest, her gaze moved away from Hask to the boy as he was welcomed to the Sith's crew. Sighing as she shook her head in reaction to the lad being slung into the nearby wall to knock him out, Eisa shot Hask as questioning look. "Was that really necessary?" she questioned before stepping forwards away from the wall she had been leaning against. Her attention moving away from the Sith and the unconscious boy, and to the nearby operations screen.

"Just one sec, want to see if this ship is salvageable or if its best to scupper it" Eisa spoke out in response to the somewhat impatient and eager longing to view what the spoils of their efforts would be. The Pureblood was like a Wookiee cub at lifeday, wanting to find out what had been left out for him, Eisa on the other hand knew what was sitting in the cargo holds, after all it had been stolen from the Rebellion's shipments in first place. Tapping her way through the menu screens, the Jedi intently studied the readouts through narrowed eyes, reading the current status of the failed systems, damage reports and overall systems performances. Pursing her lips in thought, the Jedi cast a sideways glance over towards the mercenary, her mind contemplating an alteration to their arrangement.

Stepping away from the wall mounted console, the Jedi followed Hask back towards the cargo hold. As they passed through the threshold into the large hold, the Jedi peeled off to the side, moving towards the nearest cluster of plasteel containers. Kneeling down to the side, the dark haired female punched in one of the standard Galactic Alliance's access codes into the keypad of the container. A light clicking and subsequent hissing confirming that that code was correct. "Stupid Kriffers didn't think to reset the access codes" Eisa grunted, as she rose back up to her full height. Pulling the lid of the crate open, the Jedi revealed the contents, comprising of a mixture of medical kits and emergency life support packs - eliciting a light grin to spread across her features, partly out of relief that she had secured one the more vital supplies that were in short supply.

Moving away from the arrangement of containers of medical supplies, the Jedi walked over towards the upturned pile of crates that she had used the Force to shift away from the pirates. Holding her hand out, the Jedi manipulated the Force to stack them back upright before she crouched down and keyed in the security code to release the locks. Standing to the side she reached over and released the secondary latches before drawing the lid open to reveal an assortment of weapons, ranging from standard side arm blasters to larger carbines and rifles. All the weapons within looked as if they had been thoroughly shaken and mixed about, casting a bemused glance over the contents the Jedi just shrugged it off before stepping away and moved towards the next set of crates before turning round to face the Sith and sat herself down upon the containers.

"A deals a deal" Eisa spoke out as she guestured towards the cargo containers. "25 Crates are yours" she added as she folded one leg over the other, before pursing her lips in thought. "White Crates are medical supplies, the green are weapons, and believe that these orange ones contain power cores and miscelanious parts" Eisa continued as she patted the casing of the container she was perched upon. "Though I'd throw in an additional three crates, if you can lend your crew to assist with repairs to this ship" the Jedi offered as she cast the Pureblood an inquisitive glance, curious to see whether he would turn down the adjustment to the deal.

 

[Hask Jen]

They reached the cargo hold after Eisa skimmed over the status of the ship, then she walked off to go check out a crate. He followed out of curiosity but he was certainly intrigued by the sight of the medical supplies. He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips and walked off as she went over to some knocked over crates. She moved them back in place and opened the lids.

Hask whistled as he peered into the crate. "Kark me running!" he called out in disbelief. Like a kid in a sweets shop he dove right in and rummaged through the assortment of weapons. She sat down and started to talk to him just as he pulled his head out of the crate, pulling out a very clean Quickdraw pistol. He looked it over then shot a glance at her. He fiddled with the power cell and switches of the blaster to see if it had any power. The clicking of an empty blaster confirmed the gun was empty as he pulled the trigger. "Three crates is nice and all, but you can't stay here. We can't stay here. If anyone received signal that indicated a battle, we'll have scavengers or worse on our tail. And I doubt we have the parts to fix it up. So tell you what. Extra five crates and I'll jump with the ship to a place I know that is willing to work on these types of ships. My crew and I will also help fix it up personally." he offered, flicking the pistol to send the empty cell flying off and slapping a new one in. He looked up to her as he slipped the new pistol into a holster and moving his old Westar in behind his back.

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[Eisa Swan]

Pursing her lips in thought as Hask said his piece, the dark haired Jedi mused on the counter offer. It seemed well reasoned enough, there was still the inherant risk of more ships dropping out of hyperspace, picking up traces and resonances of weapons fire on their scanners. Biting on her lip for a moment she formulated a bit of a middle stake as it were. "Fine, five crates it is. But your contact will need to cover the replacement of this ships transponder and give it a clean registry" Eisa spoke out after a moments silence, before resting her hands against the lid of the container she was sat upon.

It was a curious thought, having the ship given a completely clean slate, removing it from all traces of its previous owners. The potential that it could also bring, not just for the rebellion, but to a degree for herself, she was anticipating that the young teenager she had encountered would be completing her initiate training on Jedha, and would soon become her Padawan. Something that if she was to take and expose the young learner to the galaxy and the Force, she would need to rethink certain logistical nightmares, after all even though she was petite, traveling in star fighters all over the galaxy wasn't the most ideal means of travel.

Looking around the cargo hold, the Jedi ran a hand through her hair as a relieved sigh escaped her lips. Despite throwing everything she knew to the wind, the venture had paid off, even if she had to resort to the tactics and subversion that the more aggressive and hard-line of the various cells would do. The means certainly had an end, the rebellion would get the cargo that it had once lost something that despite getting her hands dirty in order to enable the outcome, would be worth it.

Looking back over to Hask, Eisa sprang up off from the cargo container, taking a few steps deeper into the hold. "Will you need me to make the jump? Or shall I deal with this ships tracking and Ident signal devices then make a start with taking inventory of what these pirates were carrying in this hold?" she enquired as she turned her gaze to meet the pure blood's.

 

[Hask Jen]

She agreed to the new arrangement then put forth a condition Hask saw as slightly very logical. "Of course he'll do it, that's sort of standard business practice, you know. You won't get that far with a dirty ship." he explained with a shrug. He moved over to the weapons crate next to Eisa and rummaged through it a bit more. Chanti here, E-33 there...he gave a small smile at the sight of that gun. Rayne wanted to give him that before she gave her C-1.

The small smile faded as he pushed the memory aside and rummaged further. This crate was going with him. He slid it closed and locked it again, already decided. He wandered a bit and looked the other crates over. Those medical supplies would go a long way. He was snapped out of his thoughts as Eisa walked past him and spoke to him. "Jump? This ship's going nowhere. I'll manoeuvre the Hurricane into a better position, lock down, then I'll carry you to Taris. In the meantime some inventory will be nice. Makes it easier to sort through it all. I'll sort out the issue with the ships, you can sort all the other stuff out." he instructed and walked back to the Hurricane.

It took a couple of minutes but the Hurricane was secured with the Brig. As Hask prepared to jump his crew was busy helping with the cargo and some small repairs to restore basic functions to the ship. Hask radioed in that he was going to jump and with that they were off to Taris...

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[Eisa Swan]

Nodding as the pure blood explained what the transport procedure was going to be, the dark haired Jedi watched as Hask and some of his crew left the cargo hold. The two crew members of the Hurricane working between themselves to cart the weapons crate of of the cargo hold and onto the Mercenary Sith's ship. Once personell had been assigned and the internal airlock sealed the brig shuddered as the Hurricane disengaged its locks so it can maneuver to an other position so it could lock up with the stricken craft.

Sighing Eisa, took one momentary glance around the hold before making her way through the ship to the flight deck, pulling off her jacket, revealing her scarred upper arms before dumping the jacket over pilots seat. Turning her attention to the nav console, the dark haired Jedi removed the panel, revealing the various looms of wiring and plug in terminals. Reaching into the mess of wiring, the female rummaged through the mass until her hands wrapped around a black cylindrical object, turning it over a few times. She inspected the device, before tugging the wires free from it and tossing the object to the floor behind her. Withdrawing her blaster, the Jedi leveled a round into the device, destroying the ships transponder, ceasing any chance of it being tracked. The ident tags could be replaced at a later date, but for now there would be no signals emitted from the brig.

Eisa's attention soon shifted out through the transparisteel view port as the brig shuddered once again, she could make out the shadow of the Hurricane as it locked itself into position on the ships ventral Hull. Over the radios carried by the crew, Hask signalled that they were about to make the jump to hyperspace. Her eyes instinctively narrowing as the space around them was enveloped in a bright blue light, watching for a moment as the swirling blue maelstrom spiraled out infront of the ship. It was one thing that didn't get old for the space brat, the sight of a hyperspace corridor.

With a sigh, Eisa moved away from the command deck of the ship, retreating back to the cargo hold, whilst the jump to Taris may well take a few days to navigate. There was plenty to be done before they dropped out of hyperspace, particularly the hundred or so containers full of supplies that needed to be catalogued and sorted through. An unenviable task if there ever was one, but being the only one linked to the rebellion who knew the correct access codes to the containers it made sense that she carried out the task whilst the assigned temporary crew carried out remedial repairs to the ship as well as dealing with and disposing of the bodies of the slain pirates.

Once she entered the hold, Eisa set herself straight to work, sifting through the various containers, periodically using the Force to relocate and organise them into various groups. Knowing that once the ship had been repaired and given a new lease of life, the supplies delivered safely to the Galactic alliance's stores, it would be worth having gotten her hand dirty and embroiled within the seedier and more ruthless side of the rebellion.

// And Thread