<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hjRpGNg.jpg)(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS3eJKNgF7LrCgR7NLE7kwUyCelWosDySp05S1D5piF0x2m6ith&amp;s)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Kain Staylar<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing Room &gt; Workbench <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> N/A</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> After giving his Z-95 all the TLC she could handle, Kain went about the rest of his prep. He himself was in full working order, and now his ship, so that left a bit of weapon maintenance followed by memorizing the layout for a fourth time. He carried twin LL-30 blasters on his hip, and had his Amban phase-pulse blaster compacted and mag-locked to his back.<br/><br/> Finally, he kept a vibroknife in his chest sheathe and his beskad blade sat cleanly on his side, ready to be strapped on once they departed. It might have seemed like overkill, but he was a Mandalorian...this was light work. Unlike the Empire, the Rebellion was a group of individuals, not a billion pawns working as one singular unit. So that meant variety and diversity out the exhaust port.<br/><br/> He himself for example didn't have a flight suit or helmet. Instead, he had his Mando'a Armor, the set he'd killed several troopers and one very frightened Captain to get back after his defection. The helmet had multiple sensors, was vacuum sealed and more. And the armor was similar. His people had always flown this way, and would always continue to. <br/><br/>When the call came to head out, he was one of the first to his Headhunter, using his enhanced leg strength to jump directly up onto the canopy and drop in neatly. Without even a thought, his fingers started tapping buttons and flipping switches. Then, he plugged himself into the system and his astromech. It was always a trip, but it gave him an edge in dogfights when there was no lag between input and execution.<br/><br/> "Okay X5, let's get this party started," he said to his droid, who beeped and trilled in response. He sure was glad he'd learned droid back in the day. "Teach, take us out," he spoke over the comms after they were given the green light to launch. He was third up, and after engaging his throttle, he spoke up. "Wraith, launching." His engines flared to life, blasting plasma and roaring loudly. And then, once he'd launched into the void of space, it was nothing but stillness and silence. He lined up with Teach, Fin, and Shassaa, making their flight shape solid as they waited for the others.<br/><br/></span><br/>