[center][h1][color=red][i]"Jarak"[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

Jarak sat at the desk in his room a dim light from his lamp being the only light source illuminating him. In his hand was a datapad with what information Imperial Intelligence had on the crew of the Noreaster. Considering how long the crew had been active for and how long Imperial Intelligence appeared to have been after them, there really wasn't a lot for Jarak to review. Some of the crew barely had a paragraph or two, some had photos but no names and some had names but no photos. Perhaps the file Iesha had given him before he left on what he hoped would be his last tour would shed light where normal Intelligence had failed. He opened the file and placed its contents out in front of him, a photo and a note reminding him of "What he's doing this for" which he quickly put into his shirt pocket. The main content of the file was by far the most interesting part. She had called in a few favours she still had with her old superiors and managed to pull some of the more classified information that I.I had on the crew. This was a file that definitely wasn't meant for his eyes or anyone else's for that matter, what kind of things had Iesha done to be able to call in favours like this? A thought that was quickly dispelled from his mind as he read through the file, it seemed he wasn't the first Imperial to have to infiltrate the ship. The file mentioned an agent sent to acquire the Captain and her sister for I.I and the Inquisitorious respectively. The reading only worsened as he went further through the document. The agent's last contact was before they arrived on Balmorra and then he went silent. His body was later recovered with a lightsaber wound through his chest. He was filled with an awful sense of dread over what he was getting himself into here. 

A knock on his door startled him slightly and brought him out of his concentration on the files in front of him. [colour=red]"Come in."[/colour] The door gave a slight hiss as it opened and a soldier stepped in. "Sir, a CR90 has been sighted docking on the far side of the port." [colour=red]"Thank you, Lieutenant. prepare the ship to depart, it's best if the Atlas isn't here longer than necessary."[/colour] The soldier nodded before spinning on her heels and exiting the room leaving Jarak to his thoughts and deliberations. After a few more moments of pondering and worrying while resting his chin on clasped hands, Jarak stood up and picked up the duffle bag next to him and put it across his back. Was it wise to take his equipment him, probably not but it was a risk he couldn't afford to take. He left his room and headed to the bridge to say his goodbyes. The bridge of the Corvette was sparsely populated most of the crew being given leave since they wouldn't be required for a while. [colour=red]"What do you think guys?"[/colour] Jarak said in a sarcastic tone giving his squad a twirl. "You look like the people we shoot at for a living so I'd say you look pretty good Captain." Nez his Lieutenant responded. [colour=red]"Perfect, that's exactly the look I was going for. Nez, you have the conn until I return.[/colour] "[i]If[/i] you return." She said in a hushed tone [colour=red]"Yes thank you, Nez, I'm aware. Now get the Atlas out of here, and if you so much as scratch her paint while I'm gone I'm taking it out your pay cheque."[/colour] He said, giving the Lieutenant a half smile. Jarak turned and exited the bridge passing a few remaining crew on his way off the ship. A few technicians on the landing pad gave him rather murderous looks as he exited the pad and headed into the port proper. The sound of the Raider I Corvette's engines powering up behind him let him know that he was now truly alone in one of the most dangerous places he could possibly find himself. 

The walk through the port towards the CR90s landing pad was one of sheer terror for Jarak. He was surrounded by the scum of the galaxy, most if not all of them were wanted by the Empire for one reason or another and every single one of them would kill him in a heartbeat if they knew what he was but here he was blending in as if he belonged here. The sound of a scream from a nearby bar caught his attention and he turned to head towards it and as he walked in the door he saw what he was after. A quick glance at his datapad confirmed it, the woman, the Muun and what he assumed was the Ubese that were all shown on the pad. As he approached the three he overheard the woman talking about looking for new crew, surely it couldn't be this easy he thought to himself as he pushed his nerves aside and approached the woman. [colour=red]"Excuse me miss, I overheard you were looking for crew. The name's Jarak, can I apply now or do I have to buy you a drink first?"[/colour]

[center][h1][color=limegreen][i]"Sable"[/i][/color][/h1][/center]


A noise from behind him caught his attention what looked like a small Wookie had suddenly appeared in the cargo hold. it took a minute for what he was seeing to actually compute surely one of those things couldn't be here. Sena, however, would leap into action as she usually did when she saw something she liked and appeared to smother the poor thing while screaming about how soft and fluffy it was. God only knows what diseases or parasites the stupid animal had on it but now that Sena had touched it and proclaimed her love for it no one could touch it. [colour=limegreen]"Is that really what I think it is, is that... is that an Ewok. How in the galaxy is an Ewok here?"[/colour] This was going to be an interesting day Sable thought to himself as he watched Sena continue to cuddle the life out of the Ewok, a fitting end for such an annoying creature. The strange girl who identified herself as Brin stood up and began to head off with Airus. Though whatever ideas of going back to his room quickly disappeared when out of nowhere a blaster round sailed over his and the rest of the crews' heads.

With a reaction time that could put some force users to shame Sable spun on his heels and pulled his blaster from his back pointing it in the direction the shot came from, his sensors saw a young boy and an Anooba standing at the ramp to the bay. [colour=limegreen][i]"I could have sworn the loaders said they closed the bay door."[/i][/colour] Sable thought as he drew his blaster and activated his combat protocols. [colour=limegreen]"I'm activating boarding protocol, recommend switching to night-vision and ready yourselves for combat."[/colour] The main lighting around the crew shut off and the emergency red lighting came on above, the sounds of bulkheads and hatches closing could be heard around the ship, and the cargo ramp began to close. The room went dark around Sable, a flash of red light appeared where his eyes were as his NV turned on. IFF tags began to appear on his display. There was an inhumanly quick dash as Sable entered protection mode and jumped in front of Sena and fired off a few shots from his blaster in the direction of the boy and his dog.