<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 Cockpit<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Day 3<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Knave of Hearts, Dari Nommev, Kylen Jan-Tharsis<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/>The captain of the freighter gave a long stare at the massive ship outside the cockpit's window, and studying her expression Dari could perhaps see the same fierce flame in the eyes of the twi'lek as that of a wild beast staring down a rival.<br/>"Say girls, any of you know stuff about those Imperial-II's?" she asked, referring to the class of frigate the Falchion belonged to. She knew little of military vessels, aside from the occasional technical data bits she<em>stumbled upon by accident</em>on the net. She'd have loved if she got a chance of scanning the robust thing, the data itself would likely pay a fortune if returned to the Alliance. The Magpie was a honest freighter (as honest as one could be in these times of oppression rebellion) and not a stealth ship however, and Anya doubted even she could survive a full barrage of all those turrets and batteries, and even if the handling of her beloved ship proved superior, there were just too many damn fighters about to get close enough for the job. The lethan sighed giving up on the idea.<br/>"Nothing we can do about it right now. But one of these days, the bucketheads will piss me off enough to sink one of these trash heaps." She shook her head and the comm beeped as the line opened and clearance was sent to the rebel ship. "Hearts, be a sweet thing and take us to hyperspace."<br/><br/>Anya would listen if any of the others had insight on the star destroyers or any quips or comments on the situation before starting for the corridor, intent on having a chat with the assigned leader of their field missions. The captain expected some smuggling of special equipment or hidden compartments in one of the crates and didn't mind letting Kylen into the hold with their current cargo. It was their common employer's after all and maybe the human knew something Anya didn't. Or so she thought, any other reason for the older female to spend time in that specific cargo hold escaping the lethan for now. Regardless of that, the two needed to talk in private and before arriving on Demawand.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For GM</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 4+11 for a total of 15 on Knowledge (technology) to see if Anya ever picked up anything on Imperial-II class frigates capabilities or loadouts. So I guess not?</div></div>