[Chase]

In the wake of the fighting, when all was said and done and the people rejoiced. Chase went to the hangar to receive a special guest, a ship named the Aurean Pass.

Hooking a thumb in her belt she watched as the loading plank lowered to her. Stepping forward from inside the ship was one of it's two occupants, the clanging of metal against metal ringing out.



"Oh Master! How good it is to see you again! I was nearly worried to rust when I heard you had deployed and oh, the horror of hearing what troubles you would face. Why I was just saying the othe-" C3-N4 was cut off abruptly by an approaching droid from inside as well.



"Oh be quiet you pile of bolts. Ever so you worry needlessly again, can't you for once pull yourself together and act with the dignity this ship deserves? Why I know not why the Captain has yet to drop you in the scrap heap you so rightfully deserve with your defective circuits," said 2V-2B, "Should we make ready to be away, Captain?"

"Not yet," Chase grinned as she stepped up the walk passing the two of them. "Just needed to check up on some things while we had the chance."

T7-B8 rolled up behind her and continued along, beeping at the Imperial model.

"Oh, you," said 2v-2B, it's voice module displaying disgust. "You might be high and mighty now but you wait till it is I that am the one to be of most service to the Captain. When that day comes I will be sure to remind you of it for eons."

T7-B8 beeped mockingly and moved up into the ship.

"Why- I never."

[Garth Wayne]

Garth was wandering around, thinking to himself when he came across Chase and her squad.

"Not mechanising th' whole squadron now are ye Tenant?"

[Chase]

"Excuse me, sir," said C2-N4 as it stepped forward. The golden color of it's chassis sparkling in the light of the day. "However, I would ask that you not interup-" Stepping down from the freighter again Chase put a hand on the droids shoulder, stopping him.

"Chill Cena, he's a friend," Chase looked to garth, thrusting a thumb up behind her, "Wouldn't think of it young buck. I leave them in charge of my ship while I'm on duty, had them nearby to swing by Bankor in case anything went sideways. Needed an alternative. What brings you by?"

[Garth Wayne]

"All this time ah flew beside ya an' never knew ya had a ship of y' own." Garth comments as he smiles his guileless smile.

"Ah jus' came through t' check on Tallulah, make sure that she's still in tip top shape. Ah'm glad ah ran inta ya though."

[Chase]

"Come inside for a sec, just gotta check a couple things. Gotta few things I should probably mention," Chase said as she turned about, and ran up the small boarding ramp then off to the right. From inside her voice echoed out, "Just hang a left, I'll meet you in the cockpit. Chair's are comfy, I swear."

[Garth Wayne]

It was obvious to Garth, given his profession, how territorial other pilots were about their rides, so he followed Chase's instructions and relaxed into the co-pilot chair. As curious as he was about the other areas of the ship, something about Cena gave him the wiggins, so he curtailed his curious nature.

"Sure thing Chase," he called back. "Take yer time." He responded as he kicked his feet up on the dash and reclined back.

"She's right about one thing....real comfy." He thought out loud as he tucked his hands behind his head.

[Chase]

C3-N4 moved in toward the back along with 2V-2B, the two protocol droids constantly bickering but nothing of note. T7 came whirling up past them and up to Garth, spinning about and playing a victory tune.

Chase's ship looked more like a home than anything else, a home that needed some more attention from the person living in it. Consoles were pushed aside at odd angles. Likely from the droids being the ones in command of the ship all this time. Etchings in the back of the pilots seat were visible, done in by a knife from a quick glance. Names, maybe. Over the console a green sash hung down. It was for luck, a Corellian superstition.

[Garth Wayne]

"Tha's right T7, we done good, we won." Garth spoke with a smile. "At least fer now, until the next threat t' peace in the 'verse emerges. But just 'tween you an' me, that's someone else's problem ah think."

Garth couldn't help but cast his eye over the list of names, not sure if he was seeking his own or trying to confirm its absence. Mostly he was just being nosy.

"Damned if ah know how you fly this thing," he yelled into the empty air. "Yer hyperdrive accelerator's on th' wrong side an' how exactly d' ya reach both yer primary control stick and yer pitch and thrust control from that seat?"

[Chase]

Correllina, Jace, Evelyn.

Three names were etched into the seat, together forever.

Chase's voice came up from the back of the ship but the words didn't nearly carry as far as they should have. While T7 wooed sadly, slowing it's spin to a stop.

[Garth Wayne]

"Don' be upset little fella, ah'm still fightin th' good fight, but ah need a bit of a break t' find m' own way for a little bit. Ah'm sure we'll cross paths again, sides, it'll be easier for ya t' take care of the Tenant without me around t' make more trouble right?"

He reached down to pat the droid's head affectionately.

[Chase]

Happy beeps!

"Now, what in space were you saying about my ship?" Chase came back up from the back, leaning into the wall.

[Garth Wayne]

"Just wonderin' how the kriff y' keep this thing in th' air with the control configurations the way they are."

[Chase]

"Being a damn better pilot than you," Chase shot back with a grin. Folding her arms in over her chest.

[Garth Wayne]

"You wish." Garth guffawed.

"You know when all th' flyboys call ya hot stuff, it ain't yer piloting they commenting on."

[Chase]

"And what exactly are they commenting on there, young buck?" Chase said, raising an eyebrow intentionally.

[Garth Wayne]

Garth shakes his head. "Ah respect y' to much t' fill in th' blanks there Tenant, you know how crude soldiers c'n be."

"Intelligent woman like you ah'm sure y' can figure it out. 'S just harmless refresher chatter though, nothin t get worked up over."

[Chase]

"Gotcha, didn't really think that'd be the kinda thing they'd risk if any of 'em had a sense," Chase said, fixing her hair with a flick. "Anyway, thing I was meanin' to tell you was that I'm staying where I'm at. Republic could still do some good with me, so I'm here for it. See what else I can do before my time here's up."

[Garth Wayne]

"Not normally no, but can get kinda lonely on a long campaign y' know?" He asks with a raising of the pitch of his voice. When she confesses she's staying, Garth beams.

"Y' have t' promise not t' get shot down though m'kay. Ah won't be here to watch yer ass fer a little while."

[Chase]

"Think that's the first time you admitted to being behind me so readily," she flashed a grin. "You're not sticking around though? Who's gone and made ya a better offer?"

[Garth Wayne]

"Fate." Garth answered a little cryptically for him.

"Ah'm gonna be hangin around here a little while, learn a bit more about this Force thing ah got runnin through me. Got a ton o' leave saved up, but ah need t' figure out me before ah c'n really contribute any more to th' Republic forces."

He spins around a couple of times in the chair, ending up facing Chase.

"You've got m' details though. If y' need me, just call me. Y' know ah wouldn't leave ya hanging."

[Chase]

"Guess you're joining that wagon o' folks who don't really like making sense in what they do, but that's fine by me. You wanna follow your gut and go see what the galaxies got," Chase shrugged, "just see that you come back in one piece, alright? Republic could still use good pilots like you."

"Any idea how you're getting about or you just planning on planet hopping from freighter to freighter?"

[Garth Wayne]

Garth nodded in confirmation.

"Ah've gotten an offer. Y'know that Midnight ship that helped with the mission against the freighter wi' th' tractor beam? The captain says he wants t' turn a li'l more t'wards th' straight an' narrow an' ah thought ah might be a good influence. Helpin' out the 'verse in little ways right?"

[Chase]

"Jax Dolross? Be... careful with them," Chase said, thinking on it again before continuing. "That woman he's got with him is the temper type, but more like temper tantrum. I wouldn't trust her with a gun much less on a ship. Needs to do some growing up before she really see's the world out there."

[Garth Wayne]

"Really?" Garth asks a little surprised.

"Ah was gonna say she reminds me of you a little, just without the life experience t' control herself. Very strong willed an' passionate but with a cold edge t' keep people fr'm getting too close."

[Chase]

"Cold? That girl runs as hot as fire, can't work with a kid like that," Chase shook her head.