[center][h1][b][i][color=468746]Luke Teth[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/8f8c5ae20cbb2a6ad87a69d8affc635d/tumblr_mv3pl7veWj1ro95bto2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=468746]Location:[/color][/b] Cockpit -> Engine Room[hr][/center]

	Glancing over his shoulder in the middle of his pre-flight checks, Luke let a smirk split his lips as he saw Kayala come in and drop a comb on Stehrr's console. [color=468746][i]"Oh yeah, he'll love that."[/i][/color] He thought to himself, letting the comb rest where it was. He figured Stehrr wouldn't be particularly pleased when he saw it, he wasn't a fan of well, grooming in general, so no doubt he'd scorn the gift despite any thought, love or good intention that had gone into it. Luke figured if he'd never been able to get the Wookiee to brush his fur, no one would.

	For half a moment, Luke froze as he felt the barrel of a blaster to his head, groaning. [color=468746][b]"Please, let that be a blaster."[/b][/color] He smirked however as he heard Sutton's voice to go along with it, turning around in his chair to face her as she plotted the course, kicking his feet up onto the divider between his and Stehrr's seats as he watched Sutton. [color=468746][b]"Headin' off as soon as Gol gets the hyperdrive fixed, no time for explorin'."[/b][/color] He winked toward her, arms crossing over his chest as if to accentuate the finality of the decision.

	It was at that point that Stehrr noticed the comb, flailing his arms and beginning to make his distaste known. Luke chuckled as he listened to the furry lug, apart from HK he was the only one on the ship who had any idea what Stehrr was saying, although unlike the droid, Luke was relatively selective with when he chose to be helpful as a translator. [color=468746][b]"Don't worry, you big baby, i'll tell her."[/b][/color] Luke teased the Wookiee in an amused manner, turning back toward the console as he looked away from Sutton, picking up the PA and clearing his throat as he spoke into it.

	[color=468746][b]"This is your Captain with a few brief announcements before we get underway... First off, Kayala - Stehrr would like you to know how thankful he is for the gift, he thinks the comb will just make his coat perfect for the Tatooine summer. And you all failed the mutiny test, Sutton's no longer the second mate, Gol gets tha-"[/b][/color] He paused for a moment as he heard the loud bang echoing through the halls, sighing as he spoke again. [color=468746][b]"Nevermind, Sutton's still my second."[/b][/color] He switched off the PA then and moved to stand, wandering down the hall.

	[color=468746][b]"Gol! What're you doin' to my ship?"[/b][/color] He asked as he got to the engine room again, looking through the slight smoke which had puffed up from the fried wires, his gaze focusing on the Iradonian as he stood by the entrance, setting his hands on his hips as he waited for some sort of explanation as to what was going on. No getting away with that easily enough.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=FB7344]HK-86[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/9aae917c09686f307c44e1294e7cba54/tumblr_n35c0gzpeP1qaa8d1o1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=FB7344]Location:[/color][/b] Engine Room[hr][/center]

	[b][color=FB7344]"Commentary: It seems you've just proven yourself quite wrong."[/color][/b] HK would point out to Gol in his usual, rather blunt sort of humour as the bang rang out through the ship. Moving a few steps closer, HK peered over her shoulder down onto the Hyperdrive. It took him a moment or two to actually assess the damage, but he did so rather quickly. HK had grown quite accustomed to the ship's dialect, and was able to listen to it clearly enough when something was wrong. 

	Taking a step back, HK's gaze turned toward the Captain as he came into the Engine room demanding to know what had occurred. His gaze shifted toward Gol for a moment, certain she would be a bit on the spot over what had happened, before he decided to cut in with his explanation. [b][color=FB7344]"Explanation: It would appear the motivator you were given was faulty, Master - deliberately sabotaged so as to further damage the hyperdrive. Replacement parts will likely cost more than just the credits from your Pazaak endeavours."[/color][/b] The conclusion was one HK had come to relatively quickly, but it was the second time the Raven had experienced something like this. It was almost to be expected, the sore loser who had lost the part didn't want Luke having the last laugh, so how better to ruin that than with a faulty starship part?

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E46067]Kordath Targon[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/5dc29faa9ad6b64f93a02493e55f69f9/tumblr_nkdvejKyGl1t6lx75o1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=E46067]Location:[/color][/b] Command Post[hr][/center]

Kordath set his gaze on Jesmand as she spoke with the lower officer, a smile splitting his lips as he remained where he was, hands neatly clasped behind his back as he waited patiently, holding no desire to barge into her conversation. Considering the demeanour of the man she spoke to, Kordath figured that this was perhaps not the best time to speak to Jesmand, but then again - it seemed there was almost never a 'good' time to speak to her. She seemed in a perpetually foul mood.

However, he of course would have to speak to her as she approached him. Giving her a nod, he turned on his heel to head out the door with her, back down the hall. [b][color=E46067]"Commodore, you look radiant as always - I trust you got my report? The smugglers will probably be on their way to Ancorhead within the hour."[/color][/b] He explained, getting straight to business as he moved through the halls with her, he assumed toward the landing pad, where her personal shuttle would be waiting for them. Kordath was keen to get underway.

[b][color=E46067]"If we are to destroy them it would be best to wait, in my personal opinion - if they are smuggling in rebels, then prisoners could have quite the amount of information."[/color][/b] He suggested with a polite, strangely fatherly smile. It was at times eerie just how polite Kordath could be. For a secret agent of sorts, who could slip a vibroblade into your spine perhaps a million different ways, he almost always had a smile on his face and a spring in his step. It was almost loathsome.