Lillie Jones
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Lucky Strike (A Star Wars SI)
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Okay fair on the unknown species thing but I still don't see her wearing robes. She's usually shown wearing white and blue formal cis military wear
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Durald reminds me of the Jedi from Republic Commando who knew she didn't have the Force power to solve her problems with telekinesis and lightsaber attacks and just grabbed a grenade launcher instead.
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Is this an AU or unreliable narrator Tann is a Chiss not Pantoran
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They dont know shes not Pantoran. They also have no idea what the Chiss are.
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Chapter 44
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Chapter 44
"C'mon, work with me," I muttered, trying to get a droid brain reprogrammed to work with some of the starfighters we'd salvaged. "I'm following the directions. What the hell am I doing wrong?"
The hangar bay of the Horizon was filled with a hodgepodge of starfighters. Everything from our handful of ARC-170s with their split wing design that felt so much like an X-Wing, to old A-wings, and fighters we didn't even have names for because they were so old. They looked similar to what my brain said was a starfighter from Knights of the Old Republic, but my eyes insisted they were different.
It was one of the latter I was working on at the moment. The older technology still interfaced with my datapad, but it wasn't seeming to listen to the commands very well. Eventually, I slammed my fist into the starfighter's console and blinked as the brain transfer lit up green instead of the red it had been before.
"Seriously?" I sighed, rolling my shoulders and resting my head against the side of the cockpit. "Now you work?"
As it turned out, we had a lot more spare B-1 droid brains than we did the droids themselves. Reprogramming them hadn't been easy, but once one of our slicers had figured it out, he'd built a program to use for transferring the updated programming and allowing the brains to pilot the fighters so we didn't lose the handful of pilots we had left.
Unfortunately, we were still going to have to risk some of them because we didn't want to trust droids with jumping ahead and reconning a system ahead of us before we jumped in. But for the rest of it, for helping deal with any enemies that we encountered out here in the Unknown Regions, they'd be useful.
The Chiss were going to be finishing helping rehull our ships as well as overhauling the reactors for the Triumphant within a few days, and everyone was scrambling to ensure that we had everything finished and ready before we started moving back to Republic Space.
Now that percussive maintenance had worked on one of them, I knew that it would work on others that I was struggling with. So, I picked up the B-1 head and brain, and moved to the next starfighter,
I was deep into the fifth or sixth starfighter when Captain Khosia and Aliya found me. Usually, the ships didn't really follow a day and night schedule so much as they had rotating shifts. But since we were in dry dock, I'd allowed people to regain some semblance of a regular schedule. I just wasn't one to follow it…
"I told you we would find him here," Aliya said. "The man doesn't know the meaning of the word rest."
"I'm just finishing up the ones that we didn't get to yesterday," I called out, continuing my self-assigned task of affixing the droid brain to the A-Wing. "We're going to be setting out as soon as the Triumphant is done."
"That's actually what I was coming to give you a report on," Khosia said, her strange accent in Basic sounded comforting after a long day of sitting around working with droids. "The Triumphant is finished. We have alerted her crew and are beginning to transer what was left of the Agressor's crew over to supplement your people."
"Then it's a good thing I'm all done here," I watched the last light flicker green and unplugged my datapad. "I know I should be resting. But I've been having trouble sleeping, and I figured it was better than to be tossing and turning."
"What are your orders, Captain?" Khosia asked, and I was about to correct her with my Republican assigned rank before I saw Aliya's subtle shake of her head.
"We'll prep for launch in twelve hours," I looked at the blue-skinned female.
"I will be aboard your ship as a liaison," Khosia stated, her face as impassive as if it were set from stone. "The crew of the Guardian has been informed that those who served with the Agressor will not be remaining with her when we depart Chiss space."
"I understand the desire behind life debts," I said. "But I wish you and your people were not bound by them," I sighed. "Regardless, I shall do my best to uphold the honor of you and everyone of your crew that serves with us."
"I remain certain that you will," Khosia's composure cracked a bit and I saw a hint of a smile."Now, as your engineer Aliya has said, you must rest. We have a long journey ahead of us, and hyperspace is perilous on the routes that we will travel."
"I suppose that it is," I shrugged. "Aliya, I want you and the engineers to do one last once over of the ships, make sure everything's working and leave nothing to chance. I trust the Chiss' shipyards, but these ships are old. I don't want anything breaking on us while we're leaving."
"Aye sir," Aliya snapped her feet together. "I'll get started on that. The report'll be ready when you're up and about with a fresh mind."
"Then I guess I'll see you two in the morning," I nodded to the two women and left the hangar behind. It was time for some much needed rest.
Theta Squad and Commander Durald ran through the corridors, blasting droids in their way with blasters, or using the Force to shove them to the side as they headed for the hangar bay.
The problem with Lucrehulks was that they were so massive, that you could get easily lost in them. The corridors all looked the same, and no two of the ships had the same internal layout. The Trade Federation had started out with the intention to trade, and the freighters that the Lucrehulks were beforehand were easily retrofitted internally for a bunch of different tasks.
That said, the Clones and Durald had no problem following their previous tracks. Especially given they were racing closing blast doors to reach their destination.
Eventually though, their stamina ran out and the sprint slowed, right as the last blast door sealed them inside of the Confederated battleship.
"Cover me," Durald said to the clones and B, igniting her lightsaber and driving it deep into the door. Molten rivulets beginning to drip down as she slowly carved her way through. Behind her, the clones began to kill droids as they poured into the room.
"Commander!" Bruiser got Durald's attention. "We're running low on ammo, sir, and we droidekas in the back of the group."
"I'm almost done!" Durald replied. "Just a bit longer."
"You are all pathetic!" B ripped a B-1 battle droid apart with his hands, and then fired a wrist rocket at the pair of droidekas that hadn't yet unfolded. "Bring me your oil, I will bathe in the blood of you and your brethren!"
"I think B just bought you some time!" Hulk added, watching with a manic glee as the droid he'd helped reprogram seemed to just mow down and destroy this wave of reinforcements.
"Inferior machines," B seemed to scoff. "They should know their place."
"Can we get more of him?" Durald asked as she kicked the durasteel bulkhead chunk she'd cut out of the way, using the Force to assist. "I'd like him to help out with every mission."
"He's one of a kind, ma'am," Hulk shrugged. "I don't think we could recreate him if we tried."
"Fair enough," Durald led them into the hangar. "Find us a transport and broadcast the proper codes on the frequency so we don't get shot down. "We need to send the droid shutdown codes to the Defender."
"Yes, ma'am," Bruiser nodded. "You heard the lady, spread out, find us something with speed. I don't want to be here when they blow this ship up!"
A statement punctuated by the rocking of the lucrehulk as the Defender began to open fire on it again.
"Here!" Crack pointed at a freighter. "This one looks like it belonged to the Commander!"
Indeed it did, Durald didn't recognize the make and model. It was probably an Outer Rim produced vessel. But the engines on the back were massive, and it would fit all of them, and was probably fast enough to make up for any of the differences or issues.
So, piling onboard, Bruiser moved into the pilot seat and quick-started the engines. Not something that was usually recommended, but they could fix any maintenance issues later.
The light freighter lifted up and pushed out of the hangar, broadcasting the correct transponder codes even as Durald established a link to the Defender with her comlink.
"Droid command codes are at your disposal Commodore," Durald said to the hologram. "We're rejoining the fleet."
"Good work," Teskit replied. "Return to the safety of Eriadu. You have done enough…"
"C'mon, work with me," I muttered, trying to get a droid brain reprogrammed to work with some of the starfighters we'd salvaged. "I'm following the directions. What the hell am I doing wrong?"
The hangar bay of the Horizon was filled with a hodgepodge of starfighters. Everything from our handful of ARC-170s with their split wing design that felt so much like an X-Wing, to old A-wings, and fighters we didn't even have names for because they were so old. They looked similar to what my brain said was a starfighter from Knights of the Old Republic, but my eyes insisted they were different.
It was one of the latter I was working on at the moment. The older technology still interfaced with my datapad, but it wasn't seeming to listen to the commands very well. Eventually, I slammed my fist into the starfighter's console and blinked as the brain transfer lit up green instead of the red it had been before.
"Seriously?" I sighed, rolling my shoulders and resting my head against the side of the cockpit. "Now you work?"
As it turned out, we had a lot more spare B-1 droid brains than we did the droids themselves. Reprogramming them hadn't been easy, but once one of our slicers had figured it out, he'd built a program to use for transferring the updated programming and allowing the brains to pilot the fighters so we didn't lose the handful of pilots we had left.
Unfortunately, we were still going to have to risk some of them because we didn't want to trust droids with jumping ahead and reconning a system ahead of us before we jumped in. But for the rest of it, for helping deal with any enemies that we encountered out here in the Unknown Regions, they'd be useful.
The Chiss were going to be finishing helping rehull our ships as well as overhauling the reactors for the Triumphant within a few days, and everyone was scrambling to ensure that we had everything finished and ready before we started moving back to Republic Space.
Now that percussive maintenance had worked on one of them, I knew that it would work on others that I was struggling with. So, I picked up the B-1 head and brain, and moved to the next starfighter,
I was deep into the fifth or sixth starfighter when Captain Khosia and Aliya found me. Usually, the ships didn't really follow a day and night schedule so much as they had rotating shifts. But since we were in dry dock, I'd allowed people to regain some semblance of a regular schedule. I just wasn't one to follow it…
"I told you we would find him here," Aliya said. "The man doesn't know the meaning of the word rest."
"I'm just finishing up the ones that we didn't get to yesterday," I called out, continuing my self-assigned task of affixing the droid brain to the A-Wing. "We're going to be setting out as soon as the Triumphant is done."
"That's actually what I was coming to give you a report on," Khosia said, her strange accent in Basic sounded comforting after a long day of sitting around working with droids. "The Triumphant is finished. We have alerted her crew and are beginning to transer what was left of the Agressor's crew over to supplement your people."
"Then it's a good thing I'm all done here," I watched the last light flicker green and unplugged my datapad. "I know I should be resting. But I've been having trouble sleeping, and I figured it was better than to be tossing and turning."
"What are your orders, Captain?" Khosia asked, and I was about to correct her with my Republican assigned rank before I saw Aliya's subtle shake of her head.
"We'll prep for launch in twelve hours," I looked at the blue-skinned female.
"I will be aboard your ship as a liaison," Khosia stated, her face as impassive as if it were set from stone. "The crew of the Guardian has been informed that those who served with the Agressor will not be remaining with her when we depart Chiss space."
"I understand the desire behind life debts," I said. "But I wish you and your people were not bound by them," I sighed. "Regardless, I shall do my best to uphold the honor of you and everyone of your crew that serves with us."
"I remain certain that you will," Khosia's composure cracked a bit and I saw a hint of a smile."Now, as your engineer Aliya has said, you must rest. We have a long journey ahead of us, and hyperspace is perilous on the routes that we will travel."
"I suppose that it is," I shrugged. "Aliya, I want you and the engineers to do one last once over of the ships, make sure everything's working and leave nothing to chance. I trust the Chiss' shipyards, but these ships are old. I don't want anything breaking on us while we're leaving."
"Aye sir," Aliya snapped her feet together. "I'll get started on that. The report'll be ready when you're up and about with a fresh mind."
"Then I guess I'll see you two in the morning," I nodded to the two women and left the hangar behind. It was time for some much needed rest.
Theta Squad and Commander Durald ran through the corridors, blasting droids in their way with blasters, or using the Force to shove them to the side as they headed for the hangar bay.
The problem with Lucrehulks was that they were so massive, that you could get easily lost in them. The corridors all looked the same, and no two of the ships had the same internal layout. The Trade Federation had started out with the intention to trade, and the freighters that the Lucrehulks were beforehand were easily retrofitted internally for a bunch of different tasks.
That said, the Clones and Durald had no problem following their previous tracks. Especially given they were racing closing blast doors to reach their destination.
Eventually though, their stamina ran out and the sprint slowed, right as the last blast door sealed them inside of the Confederated battleship.
"Cover me," Durald said to the clones and B, igniting her lightsaber and driving it deep into the door. Molten rivulets beginning to drip down as she slowly carved her way through. Behind her, the clones began to kill droids as they poured into the room.
"Commander!" Bruiser got Durald's attention. "We're running low on ammo, sir, and we droidekas in the back of the group."
"I'm almost done!" Durald replied. "Just a bit longer."
"You are all pathetic!" B ripped a B-1 battle droid apart with his hands, and then fired a wrist rocket at the pair of droidekas that hadn't yet unfolded. "Bring me your oil, I will bathe in the blood of you and your brethren!"
"I think B just bought you some time!" Hulk added, watching with a manic glee as the droid he'd helped reprogram seemed to just mow down and destroy this wave of reinforcements.
"Inferior machines," B seemed to scoff. "They should know their place."
"Can we get more of him?" Durald asked as she kicked the durasteel bulkhead chunk she'd cut out of the way, using the Force to assist. "I'd like him to help out with every mission."
"He's one of a kind, ma'am," Hulk shrugged. "I don't think we could recreate him if we tried."
"Fair enough," Durald led them into the hangar. "Find us a transport and broadcast the proper codes on the frequency so we don't get shot down. "We need to send the droid shutdown codes to the Defender."
"Yes, ma'am," Bruiser nodded. "You heard the lady, spread out, find us something with speed. I don't want to be here when they blow this ship up!"
A statement punctuated by the rocking of the lucrehulk as the Defender began to open fire on it again.
"Here!" Crack pointed at a freighter. "This one looks like it belonged to the Commander!"
Indeed it did, Durald didn't recognize the make and model. It was probably an Outer Rim produced vessel. But the engines on the back were massive, and it would fit all of them, and was probably fast enough to make up for any of the differences or issues.
So, piling onboard, Bruiser moved into the pilot seat and quick-started the engines. Not something that was usually recommended, but they could fix any maintenance issues later.
The light freighter lifted up and pushed out of the hangar, broadcasting the correct transponder codes even as Durald established a link to the Defender with her comlink.
"Droid command codes are at your disposal Commodore," Durald said to the hologram. "We're rejoining the fleet."
"Good work," Teskit replied. "Return to the safety of Eriadu. You have done enough…"
Frater Astrotechnicus
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It lives \o/