"I've got a bad feeling about this" said Loda as she unplugged the fueling hose beneath the Z-95 headhunter.
The trandoshan at the top of the antique fighter was cursing a steady string of expletives in Dosh as he finished ripping the canopy off the fighter, letting it crunch into the tarmac without much fanfare. It was somewhat distressing to note that the plexiglass crumpled like a bad suit the moment it hit the ground, making Loda twice as certain that it'd never have survived the rigors of space.
"The scorekeeper-" began the automatic translator hooked into the dashboard of the fighter before Loda started shouting over it.
"The scorekeeper doesn't give two shits about these people. They wouldn't help you find the others, what in the hell makes you think they're worth risking your neck over them now?!" screamed Loda angrily as she straightened up next to the fighter, waving a hydrospanner at Vosshk who was trying to ease himself into the cockpit without much success.
He looked ridiculous in his bright yellow and orange vacuum suit, with a pair of goggles over his eyes that made him look like a gold fish. She sighed a little, wondering when it was exactly that she started to think him as something… more. It had been the furthest thing from her mind when she signed on 4 months ago, but now there she was, looking at him in his flight suit staring into the morning sun like something out of a holo novel, and realizing that there had always been something there.
Vosshk hopped down from the fighter, doing a final check and seemingly ignorant of her loud outburst. The R2 unit they had 'borrowed' was still beeping angrily in his socket, but by offering to help in this final gambit, he'd earned a stay of execution (mind wipe) at least for a little while. Vossk was no pilot by any stretch of the imagination, but maybe with the plucky R2's help, he'd be able to at least take the aging fighter out for a spin.
She'd said her peace about the foolhardy nature of his new plan, and she'd be lying if she didn't feel at least a little indebted to them for helping her escape the pitched gunfight back aboard the Jewel. Deciding finally that any attempt to talk Vosshk out of doing 'the noble thing' was out of the question, she decided to push on to other matters.
"Alright remember, left cannon is out and you can't take it beyond 600K per hour. Anything faster and you risk a piece of debris punching a hole through your skull. And that suit isn't going to do anything for you if-" she continued ranting when suddenly he walked up next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
Vossk hissed something that was too distant for the translator to pick up on.
She felt her cheeks warm a little in response as he turned away, and hopping onto the wing and into the cockpit.
"You better, you stupid lizard. Alright, get airborne, I'll try to get you a location on them soon as I can" replied Loda as the fighters engine's spluttered to life, bathing the tarmac in a light pink and purple glow. She'd have felt a lot better about this if they'd had Rayne nearby to give the fighter a once over, but that was the whole point of this little bit of action wasn't it?
"If this fighter explodes, I swear I'm going to throttle that starship dealer…" she muttered under her breath as it slowly lifted into the air and blasted it's way across the horizon, racing away from the morning sun.