Roka turned slightly in his seat to eye Marr out of the corner of his eye. It took all his self control not to snap at the 'addled mind' comment, but he focused instead on the scans that were finishing up. He rolled his eyes at the warning about things being so much worse than a labor camp as well, the stuck-up doctor really thought that that was the worst Roka could imagine, or that that was all he'd seen of the Empire? With a business that spanned as far as Roka's parents, he'd seen plenty of smugglers and ships come and go, and heard the horror stories of what could happen if the Imps caught you. Roka'd had more than one close call, smuggling everything from drugs, weapons, even medicine across lines and blockades. This... Was child's play. 

[color=92278f]"[i]The Steadfast[/i] is a state-of-the-art YT-2000 light freighter."[/color] Roka said, reciting from memory as he began to plot a course through the asteroids. [color=92278f]"The newest ship to come out of the Corellian Engineering Corporation. This model almost got axed by the Imps for being so much more than a civilian freighter. If I can't pick up comms, they don't exist. I modified this ship to pick up any signal there is, and I'm telling you there's nothing. I've been scanning this graveyard since we left, and this is the only sign of Imperial presence we've seen. Their engines are down and they're leaking fuel. We have two laser turrets and an ion canon, while they have a peashooter that can't punch through our shields."[/color] Roka was aware of the rising rage, jealousy and overwhelming greed coming from the doctor, and pushed the advantage. [color=92278f]"Lasers take out the shields, I hit their turret, command center, sensors, and engines for good measure with the ion canon and they're as dead as this ex-planet. I'd estimate the max crew capacity of that thing to be 30, but they'll need a lot of that room for equipment. Say, 15 Imps. At most, half of that would be solders, probably. You and me go onboard, leave the kid to watch our backs. Sweep room by room, between the two of us I'm sure we can sense any danger coming, even behind closed doors. We walk away with state-of-the-art equipment and any cargo they picked up, easy. You want a percent? I'd say our chance of success is pretty high. 80, maybe 85 percent."[/color] Roka turned to face Marr and crossed his arms. He'd considered inflating the percentage a bit but if the doctor really could sense moods there'd be no point. And Roka was confident enough anyway.

[color=92278f]"What do you say? You in?"[/color]

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