Piloting the Carrack Cruiser, 'Guardian' threw the underground caverns of Ryloth was harder then Jart Lensim thought. His navigator/copilot Jeft, who happened to be his twin brother, wasn't helping much either.
"Would you watch it! You almost hit that wall." Jeft yelled at his brother.
"I don't see you helping me out much. Aren't' you my navigator? So navigate, or you can try piloting for a change." Jart retorted as he banked hard to starboard to miss a hidden out cropping.
"I'm busy trying to plot our hyperspace jump." Jeft answered back turning to the navcomputer.
"You are so lazy, we can't plot the course until we get out of these blasted tunnels. Now help me with these controls." Jart roared at his twin.
Shocked into a stupor, Jeft grabbed his own controls to help.
'That felt good.' Jart thought to himself as they neared the opening to the tunnels. 'I should have yelled at him long before this. Maybe we wouldn't have to be transporting slaves right now for some unknown contact.'
The exit from the tunnel proceeded in silence. Once they reached atmosphere Jart brought up a question for his brother. So, what exactly are we going to do with the dancers and where are we taking them?"
Jeft, not looking at his brother answered. " don't know where the slaves will be taken too after we deliver them at the drop off. We are however; headed towards Corellian space, where we are to meet someone in space and perform the transfers there. After that, the slaves are no longer our concern." The navicomputer beeped with a confirmation of a course of travel. Before Jart could answer, the stars became starlines and they were hurdling through space to there next jumping point.
"Who did you talk to about this 'Wonderful' plan of yours? Do you even know anything about who we are dealing with? Even a history of them?" An exasperated Jart asked.
"I don't have to answer you, I'm still older you know. I'm going to check on the prisoners for now. At least there I wont get yelled at." Jeft said getting out of his chair and headed out the cockpit doorway.
Jart let out a sigh of frustration. All of there arguments ended like this, Jeft never wanted to accept blame for his stupid mistakes. He also never consult anyone on his next plan.
"Would you watch it! You almost hit that wall." Jeft yelled at his brother.
"I don't see you helping me out much. Aren't' you my navigator? So navigate, or you can try piloting for a change." Jart retorted as he banked hard to starboard to miss a hidden out cropping.
"I'm busy trying to plot our hyperspace jump." Jeft answered back turning to the navcomputer.
"You are so lazy, we can't plot the course until we get out of these blasted tunnels. Now help me with these controls." Jart roared at his twin.
Shocked into a stupor, Jeft grabbed his own controls to help.
'That felt good.' Jart thought to himself as they neared the opening to the tunnels. 'I should have yelled at him long before this. Maybe we wouldn't have to be transporting slaves right now for some unknown contact.'
The exit from the tunnel proceeded in silence. Once they reached atmosphere Jart brought up a question for his brother. So, what exactly are we going to do with the dancers and where are we taking them?"
Jeft, not looking at his brother answered. " don't know where the slaves will be taken too after we deliver them at the drop off. We are however; headed towards Corellian space, where we are to meet someone in space and perform the transfers there. After that, the slaves are no longer our concern." The navicomputer beeped with a confirmation of a course of travel. Before Jart could answer, the stars became starlines and they were hurdling through space to there next jumping point.
"Who did you talk to about this 'Wonderful' plan of yours? Do you even know anything about who we are dealing with? Even a history of them?" An exasperated Jart asked.
"I don't have to answer you, I'm still older you know. I'm going to check on the prisoners for now. At least there I wont get yelled at." Jeft said getting out of his chair and headed out the cockpit doorway.
Jart let out a sigh of frustration. All of there arguments ended like this, Jeft never wanted to accept blame for his stupid mistakes. He also never consult anyone on his next plan.