Log:Sunfire Chronicles: Unhappy Customer

Crew is double crossed by a customer!

OOC Date: March 14, 2022
Location: Space Station Star Port (Random)
Participants: Krrsantan, Ektor, Erinn Laski, Zorii Bliss, Tess Vikander, Poe Dameron, Ghost Crew

"The shipment is lost! LOST!" Poe yelled, legitimately upset about the loss of their spice shipment. "How does it get lost from moving it from this large hangar to another large hangar? I do not GET IT! Come on, buddy.. that shady guy isn't going to forgive us this time.." BB-8 follows Poe into the open of the abandoned hangar the crew finds itself in. Two worker droids are frozen in place after 'finishing' their task, Bones is questioning a shady protocol droid about her preferred process for terminating her foes, and the Ghost is only half-prepped for departure for a long jump to another system.

When Poe arrives, he's in a hurry..MORE of a hurry than he normally would be, and descends a set of stairs to the main hangar area where the crew, and Ghost, are. There's room for fighters, too (if anyone brought theirs).

"HEY.. GUYS.. our time here is short.. someone expedite the repairs, the refuel, and get that son of a HUTT started.. I think we're about to have company, and not the GOOD rekking kind of company. LET'S GO!"

Erinn Laski's got a hardhat on. It's a hardhat that was probably meant to fit a head about one and a half times the size of her own head (that's 50% greater head size, for those of you who prefer percentages to fractions) -- which is to say that she looks a little bit silly in it. She's tapping a stylus against a long paper-imitating datapad that is, comedically, clipped to a clipboard for some strange reason. She's scrolling a list of detailed manifests and logistical information to attempt to track down exactly -how- a spice shipment could get lost. "Warehouse tau four-hundred-thirty-seven by way of taxi channel tatoo-seven-oh-niner, haaaaa," Erinn says and throws her hands up in a dismissive shrug. "Logistics is very complicated, Poe," Erinn decides, and tucks that data pad under her left arm and that pen-shaped stylus behind her right here.

She briefly pauses to turn her eyes towards Mr. Bones and his ladyfriend with a small narrowing of those big, brown orbs. "Quit flirting, Bones. You old coot," she says and begins to head in that direction when she hears Poe call out about having company... and not the good kind of company. Not that she's convinced that there ever -is- a good kind of company. No matter what, you need to clean.

"Hoooooo--okay! I can repair!" she yells, and hustles down that platform in front of Poe and likely everyone else. She's going to get herself shot some day. She scoots past those two frozen repair droids and puts her hands on her hips, sighing in annoyance at their shoddy craftsmanship. A glance is given over her shoulders to see if she can get a glimpse of this supposed company.

Tess is sitting nearby listening with genuine interest as Bones grills a protocol droid on their exectution preferences. It's been some time already and for some reason, Mister Bones has yet to catch on that their mechanical counterpart is about to fry their wires trying to compute another way of denying they have any sort of destruction procedure. Let alone a favourite one.

Really, she's just passing time until their fearless leader returns from getting the payment for their most recent shipment. All is well and good. Another uneventful run. That is, of course, until Poe arrives. In a hurry. "What kind of---" Oh. Not the good rekking kind. Well, damnit. "I guess the transition it didn't go so smoothly?" Sliding off the railing where had been siting, Tess bounds over towards the Ghost to see what needs to be done and if she has tha aptitude to help do it. "I can check the fuel, mmm?"

The white-haired woman pauses and looks at Ghost with a tilt of her head. "Now, which part is where the fuel goes in on this thing..."

Somebody's grumpy because his nap was rudely interrupted by yelling. Krrsantan arrives on the ship's open ramp, his dark hair mussed this way and that. A great paw rises up to skim black and silvered hair out of his face, a deep inhale to draw in the scents of the dusty hangar.

Huge Wookiee feet take him down the ramp to see what the fuss is about, attention focusing upon Poe. That man sure can move when he's motivated! The Santo rumbles a growl and turns to look about the hangar. "I'll take care of the fueling."

If there are droids that are supposed to do that work, Santo is looking for them but not seeing them about. So he lays massive paws to the hose and starts to drag it out towards the ship to hook the bloody thing up himself. It's going to take him a few trips back and forth and a little time to fill her up.

Krrsantan mutters, "We can't let them get away with it, taking our load." He gets the hose hooked up, then turns to head back and turn on the fuel. Tess can help him if she wants to reach the fuel lever ahead of him. [Language: Shyriiwook]

"Sweet, I almost thought something was going to go according to plan. Glad nobody is letting me down." Zorii, veteran smuggler that she is, slides down off a bench with a casual shrug. It's not that she's super pleased about it, or even less frustrated, because someone is going to want to get paid... but losing a shipment of spice? "We just need to find it and get it back because it's definitely out there somewhere." She's wearing her usual smuggler gear, tan shirt with the sleeves rolld up, brown slacks, tall black boots. Low slung holsters! It be like that.

She's on the way towards the cockpit to get the Ghost through the pre-flight. Hair up in a long ponytail, she shakes her head and slaps the button that opens the cockpit hatch. "Love to see it."

"Whatever it is, I probably didn't do it, yeah?" Ektor hollers back, reflexively. A belated moment after he has hastily detached the servicing line from the Ghost, and processed most of Poe's news. "That's too bad, though: good rekking company is the BEST company, yeah?" He calls toward Tess, "Fuel's on this side, yeah? Behind the big guy. And somebody being him a drink like he said." Notably, Ektor does not comprehend Shyriiwook. Discarding the port's diagnostic line without a care for winding it back up (rude), the relapsed pirate hurry-hobbles toward his VERY illegally modified Preybird.

"Santo, don't worry about the fueling, buddy. Get ready to hurt somebody. We need some defensive positions set up.. Laski, you can finish fueling, then get inside and get the ship prepped. -- Someone wake up our worker drones and get them loading that drek up.. we don't want to lose another shipment. BONES.. we have to MURDER some people, get over here! Bee-Bee, go help Laski."

Poe's giving orders left and right, leaving it to Zorii and Ektor to find their places as stuff is about to hit the fan. "It's gone. I don't know how it happened, Zorii, but someone took the spice. Taraak is pissed!" Taraak being their client. Poe makes it down to the Ghost as Bones 'clink-clank' runs over and sets up a defensive position by kneeling in place and pointing his blaster toward the door. The droid's beak-like head moves from left to right, uttering in a nasally voice, "ORGANIC CONTACTS DETECTED, PRETTY GIRL. THIS UNIT BELIEVES THEY INTEND TO LINE UP AND SELF TERMINATE! PERMISSION TO EXPEDITE THE PROCESS?"

Poe pulls out a blaster and ducks behind a crate. "Permission granted."

The doors to the hangar fling opens, and a group of thugs emerge into the hangar, blasting first. Blaster bolts go all over the place, raining down sparks and taking out lights above.

"Yes sir!" Erinn calls out unintentionally. A bit of that military training does seem to bubble to the surface in moments of tension with her. She still holds her gaze on the hull of the ghost for a moment or two longer before finally turning to look towards those cargo droids and the massive fuel line that Santo's left on the ground. She bites her bottom lip, knowing full well that even though the wookie made it look easy to carry, that it is likely well beyond her capacity to carry herself.

"Alright, look sharp people!" she yells out to the cargo droids, who beep and borp their response towards her. "I need you to drop that box and hook the fuel line up to that fuel inlet there," Erinn says, and gestures. More beeps and boops sees the engineer place her hands on her hip and stare incredulously to the most vocal of the cargo droids. "I don't care -what- your primary function is! I told you to carry that fuel line!"

There's a -bwwzroooo- of protest, but Erinn just rolls her eyes. The droids shuffle on over and lift that fuel line up to begin marching it towards the inlet.

"Thank you. Was that so ha--"

Her words are cut short by the hail of blaster fire that erupts within the room, and she quickly boogies behind a nearby cargo container in an attempt to seek cover from the hail.

On the other side of the ship? Well, that would make sense since this particular hatch Tess has opened up appears to just be filled with wires. So many wires. "Oooh. Well, that does answer my next several questions." Damnit, Jim. She's a doctor, not an engineer.

Now that we got that joke out of the way...

Trouble is on Poe's heels, arriving in a rush of ten very angry Spice Lords. Refueling has been taken over by someone who knows what the heck they're doing and that leaves Tess to quickly duck behind Ghost and fire into the cluster. "How /does/ one loos a spice shipment?" She asks aloud to the amusement of none. "Suppose some rogue could have just waltzed up and stole it."

Little Tess probably couldn't have hauled that heavy hose all the way over to the ship and hooked it up. Santo grumbles but is delighted to let her or anyone else take over fueling the ship. The Wookiee leaves it and heads to the front of the hangar to start dragging things out that they can use for cover. Crates, first.

Krrsantan doesn't get very far along with that and keeping an eye out for trouble before trouble shows up. The Wookiee espies the toughs headed their way and roars a warning, "We've got company!" He smacks his huge fists together, igniting the electrical charge of his imbedded metal knuckles. Then he's heading right out to start ripping the first guy apart, one that got hit already and is wounded - but also in the lead. Not for long!

POW - comes down a hammer blow from Santo's left fist, followed by the right. The thug crumples after the first blow. The second one misses. Beat down into the dust even as more of them are coming to rush the hangar. [Language: Shyriiwook]

"I bet he is. I'm sure he's not going to take into account it was his people that lost the shipment... because nobody ever takes responsibility for their own screw ups in this line of work, oh no... ho ho..." Taraak. Zorii was going to go prep the ship, but it was deligated to someone else. Instead she looks around for something to do that isn't look pretty, which Santos is already doing. Finding nothing for which her particular skillset is appropriately suited, she pulls both blasters and glances at the doors opening to permit the thugs.. who come in shooting. "I'm just going to send a gaggle of thugs to show you just how mad I am about something that's my fault."

Someone's in a mood.

"Ahhh we're going to come muscle you up.." She's got a nasally voice, which is clearly a mocking imitation of Taraak. "I'm a tiny fat guy over compensating for my short-comings as a gangster with two-bit hustler thugs."

Both barrels bark pink and blue beams from her extended fists as she side walks towards where Erinn is taking cover. One of the bolts, from Ice because she's feeling pretty chilly today, hits a Thug and drops him like a toilet seat. "I got you covered, Erinn."

Some rogue just walzing up and stealing the loot they had just waltzed up and stole? "NO TAKE BACKS," Ektor hollers, full of professional indignation at the very idea. All too soon trouble is here, armed with blasters, and the Tionese ne'er-do-well hastens toward his starfighter, pulling a civil war era blaster from its holster and firing wildly at the incoming enemies. One of the thugs goes down, and doesn't rise. Belatedly, he hollers toward Erinn, "And I refuse to EVER look sharp." She was talking to the droids, Ektor.

Poe starts laughing as Zorii goes on her tirade about thugs and their shortfalls. It seems like he got back in time for them to prepare for the ambush, so their preparation (Krrsantan's moving cover out for them) really helped. Not to mention, an eight-foot tall Wookiee charging them, and deleting one of their friends made them step back and lose a bit of gusto in the initial trade off of blaster fire.

Poe is bold enough to lean out from cover and fire, but by his second shot, he takes a hit and is flung backward, the shield deflector on his belt shimmering as he rolled out of the way. "HUTT--SUCKER!.. EVERYONE ALRIGHT?!"

The thugs weren't fairing so well, and they moved away from Krrsantan and out into the open to avoid getting close to the massive Wookiee. Shots intended for him miss out of fear, much as the other shots rain in showering sparks everywhere.

"Bee-Bee Eight, get the ship started, buddy!" BB-8 is seen rolling up the ramp.

Erinn tucks herself up against a nearby empty shipping crate and slips her Resistance pistol out of the holster at her thigh. She turns her head to the side and flicks the safety off, watching the red coils whine within their housing just behind that focusing crystal. She inhales, closes her eyes, and exhales. The cargo droids have finished hooking up the fuel line and have resumed their previous, programmed behavior: beginning to load up the remaining cargo up and into the Ghost's bay.

"You guys should just turn around before it's too late! I'd hate to accidentally shoot one of you in the ribs!" she yells out. Is it intimidating? Probably not. Does she level that blaster, miss twice, and actually manage to biff one directly in the chest? Absolutely!

Those who remain of Tarak's messenger gang get a quick and accurate read of Tess' trajectory. No sooner did her shot of plasma rip into a haplass thug's leg that one volleys right back and hits her with searing force in the upper left arm. Tess catches herself in a half-spin that rolls her around towards the back of Ghost. "My damn... prominent arm, too." Bastards.

She hears the call out for injured and listens with intent as she adds to it: "Been hit, but I'll be fine. I guess we should have established this before right now, but if you need help, just call 'medic'. Or whatever string of curses suits your fancy." All the while she is quipping and and listening, Tess is yanking out a syringe from her satchle and wasting no time stabbing it into her bicep. It won't solve her immediate problem, but it will stablize and numb her enough to the pain that she won't mind so much. It isn't long before that sweet, sweet stuff is doing it's thang.

It is chaos out there. The thugs try to evade him but the Wookie is persistant enough to corner one of them that tried to fall back. Santo RAWRS and catching up, takes a swing at the back of the guy's head just as the would be spice thief tries to duck him - it doesn't work out too well for him. CRACK! Even without the added electricity, the smack of metal knuckles against the would be attacker's skull is the sound of breaking bone.

Down the thug drops like a two bit puppet with his strings cut.

Black Krrsantan snarls and runs after another guy who's taken cover to pop shots off at the Ghost's crew. Santos makes a grap for that one but misses!

Might be the Wook is keeping that one occupied for a moment. "FLEE OR FIGHT ME, COWARD!" [Language: Shyriiwook]

"HEY! Some of these containers are compression sealed! Are you /trying/ to kill us or what?!" Zorii shouts across the hanger at the gangsters sent to, in fact, kill them. She's not trying to be intimidating because that's why they have a Santos. And why she has two blasters. Both of which bark and spit out beams into a pair of thugs trying to get the kriff away from the Wookie.

One is hit right between his shoulders and does the Rick Flair stumble drop. Another is hit in the butt, yelps, and grabs his cheek. The third shot hits, ironically enough, a container. Because Zorii Bliss is a hypocrit.

"I'm pretty sure you actually hit him in the rib too.." She says to Erinn, strifing side ways along with the droids loading up their ship. "Hey guys, not to press upon you the necessity for expediation in this, but if you could put a little pep in your step, I think all of us... especially the not so fighty ones... on the crew would be real happy about it."

They continue to move at thier own pace though.

"Just a thought."

Ektor cackles with wild enthusiasm at Tess' instructions. "Doc, it's when I *stop* with the string of curses you gotta worry, yeah?" About flies past him, belatedly reminding Ektor to activate his own personal shield. Having resources at his disposal still feels wrong. Another signature hail of blasterfire (one bolt misses so badly he nearly missed hitting the warehouse from *inside the warehouse*, but the other two shots end a man), he reaches the Preybomb and ducks under one wing to approach the cockpit.

"Target has been deleted, Pretty Girl," Announces Bones, whose shotgun blast has rendered a thug into gushing pieces spread across the decking. Poe is quick to gun down two more as the crew manages to hold their ground. The cargo droids raspberry at Zorii, but they move quickly, finishing the cargo loading by using small skiffs and pushing them up the ramp without aid.

Engines to the Ghost begin to come online, and a warbled message over comms alerts them to the fact BB-8 has the ship ready. Now it's a matter of leaving.

"Alright people, time to go! Get aboard the Ghost, we're getting out of here. Xer! Launch ahead of us and get us an escape vector.. i bet they'll send fighters next!"

--Skipping Forward--

The Ghost's engines flare a golden hue as it launches from the hangar bay and into space. The ship's interior tck-tck-tcks under the strain as its engines purr. Poe reaches over to smack the shield switch on, then pushes the throttle forward to give them more juice. <"Alright.. let me hear my gunners.">> (I have 3 gunner seats, 1 Ion, 2 Double-Heavy Cannons)

As the PreyBOMB and the Ghost make it further from the station, they're pursued by several Dunelizard fighters. (5 to be exact) They show up on sensors.

<<"I've got mine up, just waiting for... uhh... hang on...">> Erinn says, flipping the switch and cranking a few nobs as that double heavy laser cannon turret comes online. The seat beneath her shifts and she swivels as she pulls the rudder this way and that. Pedals move from side to side, where little turns of that yoke make more fine adjustments. She flips the switch up, sticks her tongue out, closes one eye and lays the hammer down.

-KREW KREW KREW KREW-

None of these shots are going to hit anything, but those balls of plasma are -hot- and -thick- and they do certainly make quite the ruckus as she fires.

<"Aaaaaaaa!"> she yells, feeling slight jostles in the yoke as the cannons take turn firing at the fighters that pursue them.

<<"I've got five fighters on us and I couldn't hit a womp rate even if I -wanted- to!">> Erinn says, taking her hands off the firing mechanism and moving to open up the computer console to see if she can do anything besides miss with her turret shots.

Back on the Ghost, things are looking a little better for our heroes. Only because they have a shell to protect them from the threats on the ground. Flopping into the co-pilot's seat, Tess straps herself in and glances to the side. "Do you truly not know what happened to the cargo? I mean, where else could it have gone?" Though perhaps now is not the time for sleuthing.

Instead, some little blinking lights have shown up on a screen in the console and Tess helpfully taps on it with the tip of a fingernail. "Got some more of that rekking bad company, mmm?" She is trying to play it cool, but the doctor is very much out of her element the moment she lifts up off the ground. So she flicks on the ship's intercom. <"You three doing okay back there? It seems we've got some admirers."> So, so helpful.

With the thugs off of them, Santos runs back to the ship when Poe gets to yelling for them. Nothing wrong with the big Wook's hearing. The crackling snap of his electrified knuckles subsides as his big feet pound up the ramp and he ducks his head to come aboard.

A roared bark follows, "Taking an ion cannon!" It might give the image that he's about to 'take' it by ripping it out, but instead as they scramble to depart the hangar in a hurry, Santos starts hauling himself into a turret bubble. NOT an easy thing to do when it's not made for somebody his size.

There are growls and bumping. Shove 'til it FITS. Weight settled into the gyro seat, Krrsantan starts warming up the Ion Cannon as they gain altitude and start leaving atmo. Big furry hands power up his heads up display over his firing screen and his slings his reticle around, looking for targets. Ah hah! As soon as he sees hostiles incoming, the Wookiee bares his teeth ferally in a grin and starts tracking for his first shot...

WHOMP! A sound hit takes out that fighter. "GOT HIM!" [Language: Shyriiwook]

--LATER--

Zorii crawls down into the dorsal side Heavy Double Laser implacements at an even, unhurried pace. She drops down into the seat, reaches for her headset, and flips the guns power on. Both hands take the control module and give it an experimental twist, <"They're disgusting creatures, Erinn. They eat their own poop and live in the walls of dung caves. Is that really something you want sleeping next to you?">

She's tracking one of the dunelizard fighters, rotating in her seat to center him within the twisting pair of squares that indicate a lock. <"Five admirers to be precise. Guys, I don't want to alarm you or anything, but I think Taraak isn't happy about his people losing the shipment."> Because he's sent fighters after them, which every knows, but really bares repeating.

<"He's going to feel pretty stupid when he loses his shipment AND a bunch of his men.">

One of the designators, the one Santos hit with the Ion, explodes in a brilliant flash behind them.

After climbing into the heavily modified snubfighter and starting the thrumming systems up even before the canopy is sealed, Ektor takes a quick swallow of whatever bottle was rattling around the cockpit, and exhales sharply. Answering Poe over comms, << I hear you, Pretty Boy. My... newly installed and VERY FUNCTIONAL sensors ->> the old ones has been ruined and gutted the week prior, <<-read five little lizards on our tail. I got a free flight vector going... mark Alpha seven, yeah? Should give you the shortest route to clear gravity well.>> Meanwhile, the monstrosity of an assault bomber has banked to joust with their pursuers. Even in the midst of a foolishly gallant dash, he wonders, sounding serious: <<...Not for nothing, why would you wanna hit on a womp rat?>> He clearly wasn't listening very closely.

"I haven't the slight-EST.." Poe is flying, his voice elevating as he adjusts to the vector Xer called out while also sustaining a hit. The shields shimmer, and there's a loud proximity alarm triggerd as the two Dunelizards zip by the view of the front canopy. Poe shakes his head, putting them at max speed now. "..clue.. where it went. I delivered the pallet, yeah? They took it, and when I tried to get paid, that nerfHERDER-- drek... said I botched the hand off. So he's LY-ing.. or.. I really botched it and gave it to like.. SECUR..ity or some THING!"

Three fighters remain of the three, the PreyBOMB and Ghost are still holding up. BB-8 warbles about fixing the shields, asking if he should. "What kind of question is that, buddy.. YEAH.. we want you working on the shields.. "

They're nearly at the jump point. <<"Inputting coordinates now, Xer!">>

Erinn Laski pulls the computer console towards herself and flicks the display screen. Swipes. Swipes... swipes. <"Bingo bango."> Erinn says, and sets the turret to targeting mode. <<"I'm gonna try and get a lock on them for you. Hold your fire until you see it lock on. Your targeting reticle should turn from neutral to... green. Can wookies see green? Santo can you see green?">> she asks.

As she does, the auto-targeting display flips up and all Erinn has to do is track the target with her turrets reticle. No leading. No firing. She sticks that tongue out again and cocks her head to the side as the console whines and dials.

-Dee dee dee dee dee dee... DEEEEEEEEEE-

<<"Got a lock! Light 'em up!">>

Maybe she shouldn't be distracting the driver of the bus. Not with all those rowdy kids in the back shooting ionized death at them with impunity. To his credit, the bus driver is handling it all fairly well as they duck and and dodge -- the motions given extra weight with the inflections of the bearded man's voice. Tess grabs onto the console, trying to keep herself from getting jostled around and doing her best to follow along with what is happening. Perhaos someday very soon, she will have to get some lessons on how to better help in these sorts of situations.

"If he's lying, then he is definitely throwing a lot of resources at us to enforce that lie," Tess grunts. Trying to keep herself stable is only putting that bacta shot to the test and she releases her grip on the ship to instead grip just below the wound burned into her left arm. "A lot of men, a lot of ships." A pause. "Poe. I think you botched the hand off."

There's a roar from one of the turrets that crackles like static for a moment over the coms at Erinn's question. It wasn't really an answer. Whether or not Wookiees can see green, who knows?! But he can tell if the light changes and thumpbs his console soundly, twisting his gimboled seat around crazily.

Santos doesn't care. He rides the beast and swings that ion cannon around, hungry for blood and fire. "Bring it on!" Erinn's targeting light changes in his reticle and that's enough for him, whatever color you call it. Black Krrsantan whips that turret around until it snaps into lock and chases that targer, pounding out coherant light in brilliant bolts that nail the other craft.

Erinn's trick seemed to have worked. There's more yowling of Wookiee aggression or eagerness mixed with snarling. He sounds like he's having fun. [Language: Shyriiwook]

<<"That'd idiot Creptid probably double crossed us and said you botched the handoff. Remember the last job we did for him? How they said we were short?">> Zorii twists the controls onto another target, trailing the blue ion beams errupting from the turret pod where Santos, at least in her head, just has his arm stuck up through the opening guessing where he's shooting.

Because her brain cannot compute that big Wookie sitting in that tiny pod.

<<"Short my rosey toesy. We double checked that manifest twice.. I'd bet fifty thousand credits that he makes a power play for the throne saying Taraak is weak. Letting us steal from him AND get away.">> The pod rotatses to fire on the same target Santos has because Erinn's given them a near perfect target lock. Hitting right through it's shields with another flash boom! <<"Good work guys, we're helping Creptid in his coup!">>

Most Preybirds are deceptively fast for their bulk. Not especially nimble, but plenty fast. Ektor's decision to turn about and joust with a Dunelizard becomes more sensible when noting that his Preybomb.. is slow. Like.. old Y-wing slow. But much like a Y-wing, Ektor slips the incoming lances of cannonfire with a lazy looking dip and his own heavy lasers annihilate the fighter which had targeted him. The heavy fighter cuts a smooth arc through space and Ektor- the survivor of a hundred dogfights- comes around on another target, effortlessly anticipates their attempt to juke him, leads, and fires. A second foe down with his second shot. The display of hard earned skill is accompanied by the words, << I hear you, Pretty Boy, following you out. And hell yeah, Taraak is weak! That's just a weak name, yeah? Rekk that guy. Hey, Poe: remember when we blew his skull open? Good times.>>

Poe locks Erinn's cannon, rotating her forward as he spins the Ghost through a slow-spiral to 'eyeball' a shot on one of the Dunelizards that overshot them. Poe squeezes the trigger, listening to all the comm-traffic, and Tess beside him. Rather than answer them all individually, Poe answers all at once as they pass by the fighter he just destroyed, the explosion in their wake.

<<"Yeah, that moof-milker /definitely/ stiffed us, and for the last time,">> Poe's not certain if he actually rekked the job up or not, but it was easier to blame Taraak, anyway.

<<"That was Terex, Xer. But yeah, good times, hahaha.. Stand by.. jumping out.">>

A second later, both ships zip from real space and away from the station. Poe sets back in his seat and messes up his own hair. "Well, they can't all go /that/ bad, right?" It was rhetorical.