First Breath: Coruscant

[rage_on]

WHO: First Breath Crew and open upon landing
WHERE: Ship to Planetside
WHAT: gheign'afnge
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Tag style as preferred!


Something isn't right, and once Raphael pulls himself out of the fog of sleep and sits up in a bunk, he blinks. "Where the heck-?" It takes him a moment to realize where he is, and when the communicator goes off, he pulls it out and stares as he processes the message from Ga Re. "...wait, seriously?!"

It's amazing how fast the turtle can move, up and out of the room in a heartbeat. He's making a beeline for the cockpit, practically throwing himself into the seat. "They could've given us more of a warning!" he complains, grabbing the steering yoke as he finally looks out towards their destination. "....whoa."

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[wearingthestars]

Billy finally wanders in, still looking half asleep, hair mussed and blinking blearily out at the plant.

"...This is new," he notes, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "...What'd I miss? Everyone looks worried. Like...extra worried, on top of the suddenly being back in space worried."

[rage_on]

"Should be that button there," Raphael says, pointing it out on the console before returning his hand to the controls. "Or you can just use the tablets." They at least had no shortage of getting in touch with each other, and by now most of the others should be awake unless they were heavy sleepers.

"Scouting sounds good. I'm all for some scouting." Right up his alley. There's a moment when he squints over at Cobb as the guy starts babbling in alien tongues. "Uh-huh. Guess that's not the weirdest thing I've heard."

He glances over his shoulder at the new voice. "I mean. We've been thrown on a surprise space-trip going to a planet that looks like it's nothing but city, but I don't know about worried."

From the looks of it, the hangar's attached to some larger building, virtually a private port for them. Raphael brings the ship in nice and easy. One wouldn't think it, but he's actually had spaceship flying experience even before having info stuffed into his head from a datapoint.

[plate_builder]

"I'm worried for the health of this planet, and the level of corruption I expect to run into," Reeve counters Raphael's point quite handily for his own part. Yes, Billy, he is worried. Perhaps no one else was, but Reeve was just that sort of person. One who was very concerned.

"Good morning, Mister Kaplan. The Agrii are up to their old tricks. I think I preferred the resort planet to this, already."

AS for Cobb's words, well, Reeve is a touch relieved over that. Being able to be understood was vital.

[heypartner]

“Good point. Might just wait until they land.” Cobb glances out the windows of the cockpit. Other ships are moving to land and one of them looks a little rough.

He’d also keep in mind that everyone on his ship couldn’t speak Huttese if he needs to talk around them. He should work on those trust issues.

“If these are like hangars back home it should have an owner who rents the space out and possibly some droids.” Cobb shifts a little to grab a pipe as they touched down. Landing didn’t unnerve him as much as waking up in kriffing space did.

Once they touch down he moves to the door and the ramp. The Aurebesh looked a little different than what he was used to but close enough for him to read. Yeah, this was definitely his galaxy and seemed it might be old.

He saunters out with his hand loose by his blaster and starts looking for the person in charge of the hangar. If there was one.