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The fallen order

A couple of annoyed chirps at Blaine were made by the droid. Its head swivelled in the gyro ring, similar to a human shaking its head. The small unit was clearly not impressed.
The droid took off down the hall, heading to the living quarters.
In the living quarters, Zir was coming up with a plan, when he was interrupted by his droid. "He's doing what?" He asked, a little shocked that he would try and fix things that he wasn't asked to. Everything on the ship was working fine and the stuff that wasn't required parts that he didn't have. "That boy isn't getting paid for the extra repairs." He said as he turned off the viewscreen he was working on and stood up and turned to the droid. "Record this as a holo message, and play it for him." He said, straightening his stance. "I told you to fix the grav plating and that's what I'm paying you for. I'm not giving you extra credits for repair work on things that already work," He said, clearly not impressed. "I'll pay you for the grav plate repairs, and if you decide to stay on board, for any other work I ASK you to complete," he stressed the emphasis on him asking part. "I'll be in the cockpit prepping for take-off. I'm working to a deadline, so I'd appreciate a hasty reply." With that, the droid took the recorded message and played it to Blaine. While Zir Go made his way to the cockpit.

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A drop of blood from the wound before hit the ground. It was a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. He had suffered worse. His eyes narrowed. His grip tightened. HIs right foot slid back a little. Deo keeping the sword low, and close to his body. slinking back, his body slightly swayed, side to side. His body angled to create a narrower target. His movements almost like that of a snake.

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Zir Go was very curious. The route was interesting, to say the least. From Coruscant to Korriban. The home of the Jedi to the home of the Sith. With such secretive cargo meant it was probably Jedi Artefacts.
The odd thing was the course it took. Instead of cutting through the inner rim, and potentially cutting hours off the journey, it goes the long way around, through the outer rim. It clearly wasn't something that the Sith wanted the rest of the Empire to know about. A dark secret, that Zir Go fully intended on figuring out.

The droid beeped angrily at Blaine as he started to work on systems he wasn't assigned to. The meaning very clear, he shouldn't be messing with things in the ship he wasn't told to. Considering most of the tech worked into the ship was either illegal, experimental or really old it was dangerous to be poking around in some of the systems.
DD-3 bumped into Blaine's leg and beeped at him, telling him to follow. Trying to lead him to the living quarters.

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Zir was sitting in the living quarters examining the datapad he stole from the Star Destroyer. It was a shipping manifest. It showed the route of an Imperial Transport. Including security measures taken to prevent pirates. The most interesting part was it was a top-secret transport. A lot of what was actually being transported was redacted or only referred to by code names. Zir wasn't entirely sure what he would find aboard but was fairly confident that he could use it to piss off the Empire.

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Deo sidestepped the lunge. Turning it into a spin, he lashed out with his sword. While keeping the momentum to move away.

The ultimate goblin king-beware his powers

"Maybe, why not. Nothing wrong with wanting the Princess, only when it starts affecting your work," He said. "Interrupting, presumably, one of the last Knight's Captains is a sure-fire way to end up on scrub duty." He spn the sword in his hand, taking a step back.

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"Not war. The Empire won't even know your name." He said as the cargo ramp came down. "the misaligned grav plating is in here," He said as he led Blaine up into his ship. DD-3 wheeled over to Zir Go, turning questioningly to the newcomer than back Zir. A few questioning beeps. "Kid says he's a mechanic. I say let him try. Worst case, you have a crack at fixing it, or we just strap you down until we get to a world that can." He turned back to Blaine. "Sorry about that. The droid doesn't trust new people easily. A bit stubborn, like me," he explained. "He'll show you where the problem is." He turned to the droid. "You will," He said to the droid let out a sad beep. "Need I remind you that you are the one complaining about the problem?" A defeated chirp. "Good." He nodded to the droid before turning back to the mechanic. "I'll be in the living quarters if you need anything. The droid will show you where that is when you've done your job." He said walking down the corridor and turning left at the end.

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"and the ability to work under fire?" He prompted as he led him to a clearing. "Double D. Bring her down in the clearing near my coordinates."
The ship came down. Slowly and carefully. She looked pretty dinged up from years of space battles, but she was built to last. It was a thing of beauty in Zir Go's eyes.

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"Didn't answer my question. I'll assume not well, considering." He nodded in the direction of his ship. "Ship's this way."

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@Jasper19
"So I guess you want to keep fighting?" He said as he began to circle. His sword outstretched, pointing at Quincy. "You don't have to act all macho. The Princess is inside. I'll tell her you went down honourably."