Post by Zenios on May 20, 2014 17:49:26 GMT -5
Val adjusted one of the bracers covering his forearms as he approached Captain Dernsorl and the lead Mandalorian. There was really no point attempting to conceal what or who he was anymore, and he didn't exactly relish sitting on the bridge of an Imperial capital ship any longer than necessary. It wasn't anything personal, but the stormtroopers and the Mandalorians really put him off. "My apologies for the interruption, but - Captain, could I perhaps requisition transport to the surface of Coruscant? Really anywhere will do; I likely ought to report to Intelligence for my debrief. I can have someone waiting in an airspeeder as soon as we land, but scrambling a transport to pick up a lone agent will take some time."
He didn't bother mentioning that he would have much rather been off the ship as soon as possible; that was just impolite.
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"Well...Maybe you should take over on this one, huh?"
"I, uh..." was about all Kairon could get out for a few seconds. He'd spent all but the last few months of his life in the mines of Arkania, and really had no idea what standard orbital insertion procedures were. Not that the voice coming in over the comm system sounded particularly orderly at all, but this really wasn't Kairon's chunk of ore. He barely knew how to operate the ship's finer systems, let alone pilot it, but then again it seemed like a large part of being a Force-user was learning on the fly.
So maybe this was another test of some kind? That put things into perspective for Kairon, somewhat. "Sure, let's see what I can do," he replied after a moment, at the very least trying to act confident. So this guy probably represented the Imperials in some capacity, which probably meant that he was an Imperial officer, which in turn probably meant he could just lie and say the two of them were just a pair of travelers looking for work on Coruscant or something. It wasn't the best alibi, not by a long shot, but Kairon and Dench were in a rather unfortunate position what with the Imperial cruiser outside the viewport.
He leaned over to the comms console, swung the mic towards his mouth. Kairon cleared his throat and did his best to mimic a cultured air, trying to sound as though he were legitimately an absentminded Coruscanti trader or some such. He probably failed, but the effort was what mattered. "Ah, yes, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" He paused, glanced at Dench quickly before considering as an idea came to him. "My apologies for that; our ship's been on autopilot since we entered hyperspace and it seems it was directed towards the wrong set of coordinates. Just give us a moment here and we'll be off towards home--er, Coruscant, that is, hmm?"
He didn't bother mentioning that he would have much rather been off the ship as soon as possible; that was just impolite.
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"Well...Maybe you should take over on this one, huh?"
"I, uh..." was about all Kairon could get out for a few seconds. He'd spent all but the last few months of his life in the mines of Arkania, and really had no idea what standard orbital insertion procedures were. Not that the voice coming in over the comm system sounded particularly orderly at all, but this really wasn't Kairon's chunk of ore. He barely knew how to operate the ship's finer systems, let alone pilot it, but then again it seemed like a large part of being a Force-user was learning on the fly.
So maybe this was another test of some kind? That put things into perspective for Kairon, somewhat. "Sure, let's see what I can do," he replied after a moment, at the very least trying to act confident. So this guy probably represented the Imperials in some capacity, which probably meant that he was an Imperial officer, which in turn probably meant he could just lie and say the two of them were just a pair of travelers looking for work on Coruscant or something. It wasn't the best alibi, not by a long shot, but Kairon and Dench were in a rather unfortunate position what with the Imperial cruiser outside the viewport.
He leaned over to the comms console, swung the mic towards his mouth. Kairon cleared his throat and did his best to mimic a cultured air, trying to sound as though he were legitimately an absentminded Coruscanti trader or some such. He probably failed, but the effort was what mattered. "Ah, yes, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" He paused, glanced at Dench quickly before considering as an idea came to him. "My apologies for that; our ship's been on autopilot since we entered hyperspace and it seems it was directed towards the wrong set of coordinates. Just give us a moment here and we'll be off towards home--er, Coruscant, that is, hmm?"