Out in a seldom traveled quadrant of a galaxy at the edge of Imperial territory, a small caravan of ships drifted slowly through space. The ships were low-grade and seemed to have been patched together from the remnants of… far prettier ships that had broken down in days long past. This particular group of ships belonged to a rather infamous (or famous, depending on who you asked) group of smugglers who were on route to… nowhere in particular.
They were waiting.
In approximately two cycles, a Federation contact would arrive and pick up the precious metals that the crew had been carrying onboard. Precious metals that, were the crew to find themselves discovered by anyone with connections to the Empire, would be stolen and probably cause the death of more than a few of the travelers. So, until their customer arrived, the small fleet would sail through space on low power; avoiding detection, relaxing and living off of the onboard rations until they got paid and were free to head home.
Onboard one ship, in particular, two of the smugglers were training and the younger of the two was getting his behind handed to him. The sound of said behind crashing into the side of the small vessel would echo throughout the living quarters.
“Mao, you suck!” Khurir laughed as the poor boy stumbled to his feet.
“Look, I don’t wanna hear anything from a Jedi who can’t even lift a coin,” he replied.
Khurir proceeded to lift a coin.
“You know what I meant. What good is a Jedi if she can’t do anything beyond swing a stick around.”
“Please… I don’t need those parlor tricks to take anyone one of you losers out,” she flicked the coin at Mao.
“I don’t know,” Mao grinned, “Khatan seems to find it pretty easy throw you around with those ‘parlor tricks’”
The wicked smile on Mao’s face seemed to only intensify the glare on Khurir’s.
“Listen. All you need to win any fight are three things,” a raised finger would follow each item, “A good weapon, training on how to properly use said weapon and situational awareness.”
“Situational awareness, huh? Easy for someone who-” Khurir’s eyes flashed wide open and she sat up violently. Mao’s words paused for a brief moment, “Can do that… You uh… you getting that feeling again, Riri?”
“Time to change course and make a disappearance?” the pilot in the next room over called out; apparently eavesdropping the entire time.
“N-no… someone is searching for us but…” her eyes narrowed as she felt the Jedi’s request through the force, “They seem friendly. Definitely not dark side. Could be our guys here early.”
“Wanna swing by and say hello? Can never have too many connections in this life,” the pilot asked.
“Two days early? I say leave it be. If they want to say hi, they can come over here and meet us. We can’t afford to miss the customer when he arrives,” Mao interjected.
“All that matters is how far away these ‘friends’ happen to be. If we can warp back in a minute or two, I think it’s well worth the effort to introduce ourselves. Could be just the big break we’ve been waiting for,” the pilot replied before turning his attention to Khurir, “How far out of our way would I have to go to shake hands with these fellas?”
In a few moments, a single ship would change course and move in the direction of Aelia and her group. If the stormwind's force perception was as refined as Khurir's, she'd know that her invitation had been accepted and that company was on the way.
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