Chapter 9 - Boom, Anyone?

Absolutely, Jonesy, crack open the liquor cabinet. By the stars, I'd bet it's a holiday somewhere. Somebody kick the auto-chef and let's get some high brow eats going. It's not everyday you kick the Empire in the teeth and get away. Drinks!"

"Well, to be honest, the last one was a bust. I mean, no one expected the engines to burn out just as we're making a run for it. But, to be honest, we've been watching that ship for almost a solar rotation and it hasn't gone anywhere. The Empire might have known what they were doing for a change. Park an imposing dreadnaught on it's last legs out where people can see it and 'ooh ahh' be afraid. As long as no one challenges it, it's a big bad monster. But we took it over in a single attack, and the engines blew as we tried to make off with it. The propaganda hounds will have a field day with that and we grabbed some gear off the ship. Not what the boss was after, but for those of us that are more anti-Imp than pirate, it's a win.

"Oh yeah, forgot the boss was pushing that FFL crap when dealing with outsiders. Not sure why he bothered, if anybody was passing info to the Empire, it wouldn't matter if you were 'standard pirate' or 'rebel scum', you'd be interrogated and imprisoned all the same."

"Well, I'm in charge of this team. This was about the biggest thing we ever tried to score, so lots of teams involved. One of the guys sent a comm message letting them know where we were and asking for info on what the rendezvous plan is. No use doing too much planning for a job that has so many chances to go sideways. We tend to play these things loose and circle up when it's over."

"Sounds good to me." After everyone enjoys a drink and some feet up time. You head back to the landing bay and start unloading the mish mash of crates and gear scavenged from the dreadnaught.

It's a pretty interesting haul, there's at least 3 crates of E-11's, couple crates of grenades and one case that has 10 Stormtrooper armor torso clamshells. Not to mention several pallet loads of ship components. It looks like someone cleaned out the docking bay's Maintenance parts storage.

"Honestly, you guys saved our asses by coming back. I'm happy to divide this up and you can head out while we wait on our mates to swing around and pick us up."