Ner Giza
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 4, 2018
- Messages
- 224
- Reaction score
- 152
Outer space over Kashyyyk, Mid-Rim Territories
Ner’Giza checked the display on the comm from the latest sensor readings and sighed. ”Still no pirates” she complained before calling out to the astromech droid, ”Nine-nine, are you sure you fixed this thing properly? Three days and still no sign of pirates.” The Tempest Hunter had taken a little bit of damage during their last mission, but 99 had been able to make the repairs back on Hoth before she was sent right back out again. At least the new Groundsweeper canon was installed and operational.
The astromech droid, busy with its own scans of the ship’s systems whirled round withdrawing its computer probe in the process to snark at her in droid speak. She laughed and said, ”You’re right. How would I know if you didn’t?”, unlike her uncle when it came to mechanics she was heavily droid dependant. 99 whined sadly and rolled over to the Dajarik table. Her partner was the one who played and with his own duties increasing they were often on separate missions. It was only right, she thought. She was not that great when it came to diplomacy so it was only natural the Alliance would capitalize on each of their strengths.
”Yeah I miss him too, nine-nine. How about after this mission we see if I have gotten any better at Dajarik”, she said in order to cheer him up. It seemed to work but she knew that she wouldn’t provide the challenge Aurel did. She had yet to win against the droid once. Deciding to check in on Tyler she flicked the comm to his frequency and transmitted, ”Star Seven to Tyler. Seen any sign yet?” It was unlikely he wouldn’t have contacted her, or that her own sensors would have missed picking up on illegal ship traffic. This patrolling stuff was nearly as boring to her as Hyperspace.
@Faster Than Light