<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/274/7/3/red_twi__lek_by_iiriva-d5gfwgv.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Anya Idrall<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hyperspace, Lucky Magpie Lounge -> Primary Cargo Hold<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 1, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Unzipped flight suit over black top and shorts<br/><strong>Important Equipment:</strong>Utility belt with stuff, datapad, pistol in holster<br/><hr/><br/>After opening and inspecting about half a dozen cargo crates selected at random, Anya was finally satisfied and resealed the crates, tampering with the locks so there would be no sign of them being opened on the way. Just her routine cargo inspection when dealing with less than trustworthy clients, and while most people considered the Alliance to be the good guys, they did just task her crew of playing spy, saboteur and possibly terrorist on worlds that were seemingly not interested in taking their side. Well, she'd have to see the situation for herself to make the final call on it, but better safe than sorry. There's been enough screwups in galactic politics in the last decades for fringers not to trust anyone but themselves.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Cockpit<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3<br/><strong>Tagging<strong>: Knave of Hearts, Everyone else<br/></strong></strong><hr/><br/>Anya was letting Hearts take the ship out of hyperspace and pilot it while she was on the comm with the<em>Falchion</em>. There should be no problems and the younger twi'lek could always use the flying practice, after all the bird didn't quite handle like a swoop bike or an airspeeder.<br/>"Just fly casual, nothing fancy." she felt like calling it out while waiting for clearance to proceed. "For now at least." she added, to calm the much more lively girl with the thought that at some point she'll be flying circles with the Magpie. At some point, yeah.<br/><br/>Reaching for the internal comm she called for to the others.<br/>"You might want to see this folks, the Falchion is just ahead and there's quite a few flies buzzing about it." By flies she was referring to the TIE fighters of course, annoying little things that would go down after a swat, usually drawn in large numbers to piles of...<br/><br/>If anyone was going to listen to her internal comm message and come check the view out, they'd have to come to the cockpit as well, or climb into the turret from the middle of the ship.