OOC:

I'm thinking about coming back, but not really sure. Figured I would post something and see if that triggers it. This is during the VE, but does not affect anything that is currently going on. Posting is allowed by a select few... they know who they are Drop me a line if you have questions, otherwise its kinda free reign from that coin toss.

Somewhere within the Core Worlds

“Rekor… should we really be this far into the Core Worlds? I mean, the Sleeper doesn’t really have the greatest of defenses.” Falcoon said, slightly disturbed as to his friends unknown plan.

Rekor sat at the back of the bridge of the Silent Sleeper, or Sleeper as it was commonly referred to. The Sleeper was a heavily modified MC30c frigate. Almost all of its limited shielding and armor was junked to increase its speed and the amount of fire power it could carry, increasing its proton torpedo tubes from two to six, along with several extra turbolaser cannons and cluster bombs. With less weight the already fast craft was even faster, along with the addition of a small cloaking device, the Sleeper was fantastic for hit and run operations. A black hull with white dots painted randomly along its surface made it nearly invisible while running cold.

“Rekor… Rekor are you listening to me? Is this smart to be so…” Falcoon was interrupted by an uplifted hand and a single finger.

“I know the weaknesses of my ship Fal, and as my friend I ask you to trust me. We are simply waiting, and while still we are next to impossible to detect. Just give it time.” Rekor answered, continuing to stare out of the bridge and into space.

Beyond was a vast expanse of black, dotted occasionally with stars and the worlds of the Core. It was true that being so close was dangerous, but the Sleeper was fast, and no ship had yet been able to catch her. Rekor had had his close calls, but he always managed to pull through. Standing at 5’ 6” and weighing only 165 lbs, he was rather small, but he had quite the imagination. He was fast, quick on his feet and a refined tactician. His hair was short and unkempt, he never bothered to really groom it more then run his fingers through the greasy black lockes and push them out of his eyes.

Rekor scooted to the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees, fingers entwined. Rocking in his chair, his breath deep and calm, he watched with eager eyes as space itself began to rip off in the distance, his prey had come.

“There she is, Big Betty, an A class bulk freighter capable of hauling about 160,000 metric tons of cargo. Betty here is supposed to be hauling some rather valuable cargo today. Mostly junk, but amongst that junk a couple prototype hyperdrives for the Empire. Those could sell for a nice sum, as well as we could use one for the Sleeper.” Rekor licked his lips and stood.

A slow easy pace, each foot sounding off with a thud on the metallic deck of the Silent Sleepers bridge, brought Rekor to the center of his pilot crews attention. Dipping his hands into his pockets he pulled out a lighter and a half smoked cigar. Sticking the chewed end into his mouth Rekor lit the opposite end and puffed until the cigar glowed an evil orange. Blowing the smoke from his nose he used his lips and teeth to move the cigar to the corner of his mouth. A lazy string of smoke drifted from the smoldering tip.

Hands back into his pockets, he stowed the lighter and drew out an old coin he had relieved from an officer of a Victory-II. That was a battle Rekor did not want to relive again, at least not without more practice and planning. Turning the coin over in his hand Rekor turned his attention back to Big Betty, who was drawing ever closer, slow as she was moving.

“Alright boys and girls… heads we go in guns blazing. Tails… we have some fun.” Rekor said smiling.

Flicking his thumb he sent the coin tumbling into the air.