A friend in need deserves Jedi indeed. -Wesba
Elibex had kept to her promise and sleepily climbed into the pilot's chair. "Okay, I think I'm awake now," she commented, her voice sounding a tad more energetic than a few minutes ago. "What do you want me to do?"
Janua took her station and Dan left for the gunner's compartment. After all, if this was a trick and TIEs were following, lasers might not be the optimal defense to keep them at bay. Every now and then, Jess Jess had been able to bargain for a proton torpedo, which had come in handy the couple times they'd been greeted by pirates.
"Seal this thing up and get us out of here!" the Twi'lek commanded.
Elibex's yellow eyes widened as she asked, "What about Captain Cadyue?"
"Hopefully Clipper's with her," was all the navigator could think to say. She had been friends with her employer for four years, so it wasn't exactly easy for her to give the order to lift off when the Gungan wasn't aboard, much less imprisoned by Imperials.
The two were solemnly silent as the salmon colored pilot powered up the ship and started preflight checks. Barely ten minutes later, she switched on the repulsorlifts and clumsily guided it up and through the magnetic containment field in the ceiling. The upcoming tunnel through which they had entered was hardly forty meters in diameter. There wasn't much more than three meters to spare on each side, which didn't make either of the senior members comfortable with such an inexperienced pilot at the controls.
Janua breathed a sigh of relief as the end appeared and they exited the wretched planet. "Now where do we go?"
A click sounded in the cockpit as Dantien activated the intercom from his station. "I say we go to Skylkos and see if Branlo's up to aggressively negotiating Jess out. We can see if he needs anything shipped and meet her back on Naboo." A second later, he realized the topic was up to a quite a bit of debate and there were clear skies behind them. "Hang on; I'm coming up."
A few seconds later, the improvised day shift crew was together in the cockpit, trying to decide where to go, though it was obvious anywhere was better than the system they were in.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Janua disagreed. "Don't you remember that Jess said she didn't want us to depend on him too much?"
"We haven't asked him for anything!" he argued.
"But we might get into a more desperate situation than this sooner than you'd think."
"What can be more desperate than having the captain trapped alone in an Imperial base?"
"Ooh! You're just tempting fate," the Twi'lek suggested. This was getting them exactly nowhere. She glanced at the other nonhuman in the cockpit. "What do you think, Bex?"
Until now, she had been leaning back in the pilot's chair, still trying to wake up. "Huh? What? Oh, where. Uh, I think that both of you have a point. But the New Republic has to know what's going on, and we're the only ones in a position to tell them. Coruscant should be as good a destination as any; at least we know where to go for dinner."
The other two agreed, so they set the navicomp for the capital and made the jump into hyperspace, leaving their captain imprisoned on a hostile world.
Elibex had kept to her promise and sleepily climbed into the pilot's chair. "Okay, I think I'm awake now," she commented, her voice sounding a tad more energetic than a few minutes ago. "What do you want me to do?"
Janua took her station and Dan left for the gunner's compartment. After all, if this was a trick and TIEs were following, lasers might not be the optimal defense to keep them at bay. Every now and then, Jess Jess had been able to bargain for a proton torpedo, which had come in handy the couple times they'd been greeted by pirates.
"Seal this thing up and get us out of here!" the Twi'lek commanded.
Elibex's yellow eyes widened as she asked, "What about Captain Cadyue?"
"Hopefully Clipper's with her," was all the navigator could think to say. She had been friends with her employer for four years, so it wasn't exactly easy for her to give the order to lift off when the Gungan wasn't aboard, much less imprisoned by Imperials.
The two were solemnly silent as the salmon colored pilot powered up the ship and started preflight checks. Barely ten minutes later, she switched on the repulsorlifts and clumsily guided it up and through the magnetic containment field in the ceiling. The upcoming tunnel through which they had entered was hardly forty meters in diameter. There wasn't much more than three meters to spare on each side, which didn't make either of the senior members comfortable with such an inexperienced pilot at the controls.
Janua breathed a sigh of relief as the end appeared and they exited the wretched planet. "Now where do we go?"
A click sounded in the cockpit as Dantien activated the intercom from his station. "I say we go to Skylkos and see if Branlo's up to aggressively negotiating Jess out. We can see if he needs anything shipped and meet her back on Naboo." A second later, he realized the topic was up to a quite a bit of debate and there were clear skies behind them. "Hang on; I'm coming up."
A few seconds later, the improvised day shift crew was together in the cockpit, trying to decide where to go, though it was obvious anywhere was better than the system they were in.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Janua disagreed. "Don't you remember that Jess said she didn't want us to depend on him too much?"
"We haven't asked him for anything!" he argued.
"But we might get into a more desperate situation than this sooner than you'd think."
"What can be more desperate than having the captain trapped alone in an Imperial base?"
"Ooh! You're just tempting fate," the Twi'lek suggested. This was getting them exactly nowhere. She glanced at the other nonhuman in the cockpit. "What do you think, Bex?"
Until now, she had been leaning back in the pilot's chair, still trying to wake up. "Huh? What? Oh, where. Uh, I think that both of you have a point. But the New Republic has to know what's going on, and we're the only ones in a position to tell them. Coruscant should be as good a destination as any; at least we know where to go for dinner."
The other two agreed, so they set the navicomp for the capital and made the jump into hyperspace, leaving their captain imprisoned on a hostile world.