Convoy 321 out of Varonat

[Darth Fett]

He had never found space travel tedious, even if it would have been significantly more advantageous had trips been instantaneous; if only he could find a way to bridge two points in spacetime, he could truly liberate himself.

But in the there and then, he was content. There was a charming calm to travel aboard a vessel, despite his worst days occurring on them. Like a fisherman on the sea, the bounty of a spacefarer was freedom of movement, of those embers of hyperspace that flecked upon the most grizzled of cheeks.

"Nearly at the destination now," he spoke into the comm, calm radiating from his core.

It was, in the end, not such a bad day.

[Professor Mors]

Sa’ato, now covered in fresh layers of blood, sputum, and other numerous compounds, raced for the nearest lift in a near-panic. Subduing the stowaway had required almost all of the scheduled break between the last micro-jumps, and the Neti wasn’t about to fall behind schedule without a fight. Hissing as faint elevator music attempted to assuage his nerves, the professor heatedly pressed the button for the command level in the vain hope of speeding his progress. When the doors finally slid open, the academic could sense he had only moments to act. Altering the length and elasticity of his arms with the aid of the Force, Sa’ato primed his body like a humanoid slingshot. With a whoosh, he sent his torso barreling through the air with all possible haste, and slammed a flailing fist onto the hyperdrive ignition panel before rag-dolling onto the main viewport. It was only when the azure canopy began to swirl over the freighter that Sa’ato let out a long, tired sigh. They didn’t pay him nearly enough for such antics…

[Darth Fett]

"Pulling out now," Fett's telepathic cadence was as insufferable as his traditional verbal one, but both fully intentionally so and milked for all they were worth, "...of hyperspace."

Rhen Var assaulted the viewport with its sudden overwhelming pressence as everything around it immediately shifted to a relative crawl.

"One day we're going to find intelligent life in this sector," his snide lips clung to the twist even before it could be birthed, "present company excluded."
This time he had spoken through the comms.

The Plutus had indeed pulled out of hyperspace intact, its pilot droid remaining unresponsive.

As long as he docked without incident, it wouldn't be enough to awaken the Dark Lord's ire.

[Yarkar Edetar]

Yarkar hears the telepathic grating in his ears, holding his head softly as his eyes fluttered with tiredness. He feels a pounding in his heart start to calm as he knew that they were exiting hyperspace. He barely had the time to stagger to the cockpit before the Merciful Rogue exits hyperspace above Rhen Var. He looks at the planet with a slight curiosity. Especially with Fett's comments, it made it seem like this place had more to hide than he originally thought. However, that was secondary to hailing the other freighter as it exited hyperspace.

"RX-636, everything in order?"

"Yes sir, everything has gone according to plan and diagnostics are stable. We've arrived on time with all cargo."

"Brilliant."