The crew filed on and began picking out some weapons and ordnance as the Razor Crest took off for The Bastion, flying low and fast over Alzoc III's bleached and empty plains
"what's to say someone, for example, The Bad Doctor, hasn't already got their hands on this score, seems like something she'd be all over" Qin asked, holstering a DL-50 he'd picked out
"that is a fair point, but I ain't heard nothin' 'bout her since just before Endor, seems the Empire may have finally come to collect" Ran noted, still perusing the armoury
"ah, that'd suck, she owes me credits" Xi'an bemoaned, holstering a DLT-19 over her shoulder with one hand and juggling a thermal detonator in the other
"she owes credits to everyone from here to Exegol, get in line" The Mandalorian replied, sticking with his usual loadout of a BM-94 blaster pistol and Amban sniper rifle
"Exegol doesn't exist" Qin countered
"I think that's the point he's making, now let's just hope she or anyone else didn't get to our prize before—" Ran started before being cut off by the Razor Crest violently lurching downwards
"sorry about that, brace yourselves, we're entering the trenches, this is going to get bumpy" Martyr called from the cockpit, the crew bracing themselves against any support they could find as the ship swerved hard to the left, throwing anything not nailed down every which way
"force be damned, are you two insane?" Qin called as the ship swerved violently to right
"better insane than dead!" Ivory replied as he and Martyr pulled the ship sideways to slip between 2 oncoming obstructions, throwing the crew against the wall
"point made!" Xi'an hissed. Ivory and Martyr continued to weave the Razor Crest through the tangle of service trenches at ludicrous speeds, throwing crew and cargo all over but leaving nary a scratch on the ship itself.
"Bastion inbound, this is where the fun begins!" Ivory called back after another mad but perfectly executed manoeuvre as The Bastion Tower loomed over them, an indomitable obsidian black monolith reaching into the sky.
"what was this? A warmup?" Qin called
"stop complaining and prepare yourself for possible hostile contact!" The Mandalorian countered as Ivory and Martyr pulled the Razor Crest into the vertical, perfectly parallel with The Bastion, skirting just above its hard shell, swerving through obtrusions at continually mad speeds before arriving at their destination, an observation platform halfway up the structure.
"do you see why we were hired? The rest is up to you lot now, good luck" Ivory called as he and Martyr stabilised the ship back into the horizontal
"and may the force be with you" Martyr proclaimed, clambering down to close the ramp after the crew.
"that's a load of nonsense" Qin heckled
"I'll take every take every advantage I can get, personally" Ran countered holstering a blaster he'd picked out and opening the ramp, jumping down to the observation platform and gesturing for Xi'an, Qin and The Mandalorian
"see you soon, crazy lady!" Xi'an called back to Martyr having offboarded
"the same" Martyr replied flatly, closing the ramp on the ship which quickly dived out of sight back into the trenches