Hello World.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden sat in the transport, there wasn't much to do and he didn't know any of the troops around him. And Dot was still getting repaired after some... minor difficulties in "repairs". His mind turned to the Firehawk and he realized it would have been a better idea to just take it down, it would have been a smoother flight at the very least.

He activated his helmet's secure comm and opened a channel to Jorvan, he began speaking--but his helmet allowed no sound to escape from inside. "Anything from up there yet?" he asked, "We've got some kind of vehicle converging on the crash site, Rhoden, but the damned planet isn't allowing our sensors much more than that." Rhoden sighed, "Very well then, be ready to move fast if something happens."

He turned to the Captain, "Someone's approaching our crashed ship--that's all Jorvan could tell me using the Firehawk's scanners." he said. His ship's scanners weren't particularly good, he'd not had the time to crawl inside and extensively upgrade the ship as most owners did to their YT models. And the political games with Inferno didn't help matters in terms of his time and available resources. But some information was better than none.

[Remi Bayer]

Do you taste metal?

"No dear, should I be tasting metal?" Rem frowned, the whine of engines was growing closer.

It has a coppery feel to it.

"I don't think that at all normal, perhaps you shou- No, there it is. Copper. Right as always." she worked her tongue around her mouth, a tingle rising across her scalp.

Rem?

Silence.

Remi?

The first thing she noticed was that she was breathing hard. Her body quivering. She looked around her, curious. Not surprised. "It happened again." her insides felt like they were shaking; gallbladder, lungs and all. Dancing to a nauseating tune beneath her skin.

More and more often.

"No bodies. Pleasant change." Remi commented, as her heart slowed from a thundering beat to a more casual pace. Her dark locks were suddenly thrown into disarray, and she finally regained enough of her grip on reality to hear the roar of the engines directly above her. She gazed up, squinting into the downdraft of the ship. "You don't suppose they'll have a chocolate bar in that rescue come prison ship? My blood sugar is frightfully low."

It never hurts to ask.

"It certainly doesn't, darling."

[Slade Xandir]

The Supafighter swooped over this parade of a picking with as much zeal as a private jet for whoever this target was. With the Empire swiftly behind and surely primed to probably fight off whatever potential forces the whoever-owned-this-planet was willing to bring out. A greedy grin cracked his face nearly in two as he threw himself to first place in this race. Sensors beeped alarmingly as the organic was below him, and smacking a sweaty hand against the autopilot, he threw P155 in charge while he launched himself from the seat.

Dashing to the side blastdoor of the ship's exit, he pulled free a stack of rope and knotted it against 3 of the hangbars and the last across the reel on the frame of the door. The ship, still pressurized, began to drain said pressure as he shoved a impatient push to the decompression button. The hisses seemed no louder than the thuds of his adrenaline pumping heart as he waited for the seconds to tick. Finally the red light flashed green over the ramp door, and he pulled the handle down as though his life depended on it. The doors flew open and he grabbed one of the hangbars for support as the ship swerved and stabilized height. Kicking the rope down, he watched it land it a few feet away from the figure below them. He could make out some hair though, and while some dudes liked to grow theirs out hella long, he had a feeling that those curves didn't belong to a dude.

"Aye climb up, babe, unless you wanna get your ass swooped up by some losers." Was that a phrase that could have even been applicable? Here they were minorly invading someone else's planet to snatch up potential goods, and he was declaring them the loser. Wow, the chutz on this guy.

[Remi Bayer]

The ladder hit the mud with a dull thwack and Remi, still squinting up in the downdraft, saw a head poke over the edge of the hovering ships opening.

"What?" she yelled, the mans mouth was moving but the roar of the engines swallowed the sound. She snaked a hand through a wrung and planked a booted foot on another. "I can't hear you," she continued, barely registering her own voice as she began her ascent. "I think we should get out of here before another loser swoops me up!" the ladder swayed and she felt her stomach drop when a boot, slick with mud, slipped off a rung.

No dying now. The nice man came all this way to save you, and call you babe.

"He called me what!?" she had composed herself and her hand slapped onto the metal of the entry way floor. "Do people even say babe anymore?"

No where with any level of sophistication.

Remi stood breathing hard from the climb. "I'm bloody knackered," she huffed, leaning back against the open doorframe. Her blue eyes swept over her knight in shining space ship. "You know, I can see it dear."