"Can you make sure everybody is where they're-" He was cut off by the sudden rocking of the ship as the [i]Andromeda[/i] separated from the Republic shuttle. He braced against it, muttered an insult that was meant for Kissimi though she wasn't there, and stood. "That should hold," He noted, forgetting Bane was there as he turned and hurried to the cockpit.

[h3]Kissimi and Pira Jackson[/h3]

Kissimi slid into the seat, strapping in and indicating for Pira to do the same. The two spoke in hushed voices, even though they were almost completely alone. The wolves didn't count to either of them. Both were thinking different things, and the conversation was rather slow, not going anywhere really.

[hider=TLDR: Kissimi and Pira discuss Kissimi's past- and Chase- until a droid transmission interrupts their conversation.]
"[color=f49ac2]Master Kissimi. Do you think Chase isn't ready?[/color]"

"[color=f7941d]To become a Padawan? Pira, you can answer that yourself.[/color]"

"[color=f49ac2]But what do [i]you[/i] think, Master?[/color]"

"[color=f7941d]Drop it, Pira, please. Let's talk about something else.[/color]"

"[color=f49ac2]Okay. Who did you train under?[/color]"

That caught Kissimi off guard. An unexpected turn of events. "[color=f7941d]Master Windu. He was a good Jedi and a good friend, really.[/color]" She sounded sad.

"[color=f49ac2]Was?[/color]"

"[color=f7941d]He's dead. Our ship was shot down, and he didn't make it. It's been six months, and I'm not sure I'm over it, honestly. Don't tell anybody, 'kay?[/color]"

"[color=f49ac2]I won't,[/color]" Or at least, she hoped she wouldn't slip up and would be able to keep that promise, "[color=f49ac2]Was your training ever complete?[/color]"

This time, Kissimi didn't respond, as a droid transmission had just reached the ship. But her training wasn't complete, she knew that. She just prayed Pira didn't.
[/hider]

"[i]Identify yourself.[/i]"

"[color=f7941d]Casey Rivers, captain of the [i]Andromeda[/i]. Merchant.[/color]" Kissimi answered, using her regular code name and profession. She'd done this too often to mess up.

"[i]Ah. Greetings again, Rivers. Permission granted.[/i]"

"[color=f7941d]Thanks,[/color]" She clicked through the comm system for the right channel and manuvered the ship to a point where she could get in contact with the scrap yard, which probably had a place for her to land. "[color=f7941d]Graveyard Scrap, this is Casey Rivers. Do you copy?[/color]"

"[b]Copy, Rivers. Coming in for a landing?[/b]"

"[color=f7941d]Can I bring friends? I have a lightsaber I can give you if you let me.[/color]"