Amelia appears taken aback at the response, "Normally I'd agree with you.." She bites her lip, "UGH! I don't know, it just....UGH.." she kicks at one of the consoles, "I hate the Empire, but sometimes, I wonder if it might have been me on that side, if it wasn't for you. I can't imagine that there aren't others out there in the rank and file of imperial life who could be better, who are just part of the empire cause they don't know the better path, just.." *sigh* "If it was a fair fight, I'd be happy with taking out these imps, but most of the people in this ship don't even know we are here yet, even WITH Emma's attempts at sneaking. I think I'd be equally ok with either choice though, if most of the crew thinks it best not to leave any extra people around who might hold a grudge." She lowers her gaze, still biting her lip, hands in pockets, unsure of what to do.

"Zalv, proceed with the shipwide message." Emma said, somewhat heartlessly. "We've got a new ship to board and get out of here. We're running out of time."

Lili meets Ami's eyes until the pilot drops her gaze. "I understand, but most of these people would be happy to shoot us - or give the order to do so - if they did know we were here. Just because they're not actively shooting doesn't mean they're not a threat." She shrugs. "But the message thing works for me. It's a good compromise." Though still looking rather unhappy, she picks up the pace back towards the ship.

Memories are flashing behind Lili's eyes. A fair fight has never been one of her considerations.

A few keystrokes, and the elevator dropped hundreds of feet. Nothing was left of the station commander but a red smear.

Three days of work paid off when the loyal Moff was accused of treason. When he drew his weapon on the troopers sent to arrest him, they shot him down. She'd watched the whole thing through the cameras.

Holed up in a private study room in the library, she provided voiceover, guidance, and tech support while a rebel platoon broke into the governor's private mansion and assassinated him in his bed. His wife was shot on the way out when she tried to call for the troopers.

From her family's vacation home, she slipped into the system of the defense station orbiting the planet above. When every airlock opened at once, there were no survivors.

Zalv let out a sigh and looked towards Lili and Emma, "....thank you. I know this seems like some happy go lucky move...but not everyone from the Empire are monsters or warmongers." His eyes linger on Lili for a moment as he says that before turning to go input the automated message over the ship speakers so that people can get going. He synced up the message to loop after 10mins, plenty of time to get to the ship before setting people into a panic.

Amelia forges ahead towards their new ship, ready to put this unsavory business behind her. It was so much simpler to decide what needed to be done in a dogfight, behind the controls of a fast ship. She looks over at Lilli, lost in thought. She wonders what Lilli was thinking but figured that she’d have plenty of time to overanalyze everything that was said when they were safe back at the rendezvous.

As you hop into the YV and start up the ship, slow pandemonium begins to build up. With the rebel captives in tow, you're able to easily back out, turn around, and leave M226 with relative ease. Like ants fleeing a colony, you can see escape pods being launched from the freighter.

Now would be a good time to push the detonation button before you get too far out of range.

Amelia holds up the detonator to the window, pressing it without any pomp or circumstance. As it blows all to hell, she says simply “Let’s get out of here. I’m sick of this mission.” She then plots the course and GUNS it to their rendezvous location.

Lili sits in her chair and focuses on her computer, working on a side project while they fly away. She doesn't even look up when the convoy explodes.

In a spectacular explosion, M226 is no more. Hopefully, or maybe not, everyone was able to get off safely before the cargo ship blew to smithereens. Returning to base with a new ship in tow, all of you arrive safely and give your reports and are lauded by your superiors. News of your victory slowly spreads among other members of the Alliance and you are celebrated for your deeds. Indeed, it was a nice punch to the gut at the Imperials.

Each of you receive 25 xp. (10 for completing the adventure, and 5 xp for clearing the objectives in each cargo container.)

I do have a follow up adventure that I got with the GM screen, so if you want to keep going, i'm ok with that.

Zalv takes the praise half-heartedly as he finally goes to get his shoulder fixed in the med center. A few hours later, Zalv would be sitting cross-legged by himself, letting his arms rest while he tries to reflect on what happened on the shift. He knew that wanting to spare the unarmed imps wouldn't earn him a lot of popularity, but he felt it was the right choice or the moral one at least. Not everyone they fought needed to die, violence was a means not an end. As he reflected upon his commitment to the Code, he could feel his connection to the Force grow for the first time in years, and he felt relief that his beliefs were rewarded. Anyone watching or walking by Zalv at this point, would find the alien man floating slightly off the ground as he meditated.

Lili keeps working on her coding. She takes a break from her game project and starts building practice defense systems. You can be the best hacker in the world, and it doesn't mean shit if someone slips into your systems and lays a trap while you're off wreaking havoc somewhere else. Over the course of the flight, she builds several new security system and puts them in place around her computer just because, focusing intently on the coding, to the exclusion of the rest of the ship.

Amelia, after making sure the navigational calculations were perfect, will take a tour of their new ship, trying to glean as much information about it’s specifications, any quirks with the engine or guns, and then, guide their newly rescued rebels to where they can rest in a few of the quarters. After that, on her way back to the cockpit she will wait outside Lilli’s space for an awkward amount of time before losing her nerve and going back up front, resuming her typical position of reclining in the pilot’s chair, feet on the dash, arms behind her head, just staring out at hyperspace. A long, quiet groan emanates from the usually cocksure hotshot as she ponders what comes next.

Null remains dull, and spends the entire journey back to their base cleaning his heavy blaster.  In between bouts of cleaning, he manages to press out dozens of finger pushups and one-arm pull-ups, without breaking a sweat.  He then will mindlessly practice/simulating throwing the frag grenades he managed to collect from the mission, knowing they will likely come in handy with whatever mission comes next.  There's always one more mission.  One more chance to attain glory.  One more chance to prove to Lili that he's worthy of getting let in on the secret location of his missing father.

After some hours of travel, Zalv settles down from his meditation and heads to his second favorite spot of any ship of this size. The cockpit.

Walking in on a lost in thought Amelia, he speaks up, "Hey, got room?" She clearly did and opted to take the secondary chair to the side, settling down and leaning back as he stared up at the glass, out towards the hyperspace light patterns zooming around them. There was something calming about super speeded travel of space that calmed his nerves. He had lived most of his life in the wilderness or temples, but space, always made him quiet.

Ironically or not, the quiet didn't last long as Zalv perked up and glanced over to Amelia, "So...you name her yet?" Her referring to the ship, as he motioned to the consoles with his head.

Amelia smirks, turning to look at Zalv, “Been thinking about that, she’s a big, burly girl, with plenty of firepower, armor and get up and go..” she sighs and looks around the ship, “I’ve heard about these powerful creatures called mudhorns , out on the outer rim, they are hard to take down, territorial beasts with plenty of girth and a dangerous horn....” she pats the ship absentmindedly, “What do you think about being The Mudhorn, old girl?”

Lili is working her way through another defensive program when suddenly the request for a call comes through. She takes one look at the ID and mutters, "Oh ****." Frowning, the blonde scoots around a bit so her back is to the wall of the spaceship and pulls up her virtual background, then puts on a massive smile and answers.

The figure of Moff Teleris popped up in full holo form. The Imperial officer gives his daughter a smile. "Liliana. You didn't forget it was time for our call, did you?"

Lili giggles. "Hey, Dad! Of course not! Advanced Hostessing just ran long!" She rolls her eyes.

Her father chuckles. "My condolences. I thought you wanted that class really badly?"

"No, no, it's Advanced Hospitality I really wanted," Lili corrects. "This one's just a requirement."

Her father shook his head in amazement. "Honestly Liliana, I don't know how you keep them all straight. But enough about your required classes, tell me about the things you're enjoying at school. Adjusting well? Making good friends?"

"Yep!" Lili said cheerfully. "The girls here are so nice, and tons of them are happy to help test my makeup algorithm! I'm at an eighty seven percent success rate for matching skin tone and makeup shade now!" She beams proudly, as if this is the greatest accomplishment she could possibly imagine.

Moff Teleris gave his daughter a warm smile. "I'm so proud of you, Liliana. Putting all that work into something you really love. Now, these girls you're making friends with, they're all well-behaved, right?" His eyes narrow slightly as worry seeps into his tone. "We don't want a repeat of what happened with the Vitari girl on Corellia...I know how frightening you found the entire situation."

Lili nods reassuringly. "Don't worry, Dad. They're all completely loyal to and supportive of the Empire. I've learned to be more careful with my friends since...Corellia." She drops her eyes as if the subject is still a little scary to even think about.

Her father gives her a reassuring smile. "I know you have, Liliana. Now-" He frowns as an aide rushes into the side of the hologram, whispering into his ear. "I'm so sorry Liliana, I think I need to cut this short. Something needs my attention. Can I make it up to you by jumping into your call with your mother in a few days?"

Lili carefully projected a flash of disappointment onto her face before pasting on another reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Dad, take care of whatever it is. I'll see you and Mom in a few days." She waves as her father hangs up the holocall, then flops back into her seat. "Ugh." She sits up after a moment and links up with the virus she sent through the holo transmission. What was so important that it merited her beloved father's attention? Her fingers start flying across the keyboard and soon she'll be lost in the code again.

Zalv not only had heard of Mudhorns, during his time living out in the Outer Rim, but he had even encountered one. They were certainly fierce, large beasts to be properly feared and respected, but the babes he had seen with it further disuaded him from wishing to try anything. Recalling the memory, Zalv smiles and gives a chuckling sigh, "Seen a Mudhorn once...I like it. Suits her. Does this mean you're going to be looking in on installing a new bulk head?~" He gave a joking remark regarding the approval towards the name, but added his own opinion. "Oh, while we're at it, why not add some cool adjective to the front of her!? Like...oh!" He claps his hands together in a basic attempt at showmanship, "The Scarlet Mudhorn~"

Amelia crosses her arms in thought, “Hmm, what about the Keen Mudhorn? Makes it sound sharp, deadly, even though she’s a bit of a brick shaped lady.”

Null chimes in from the back of the room, "How 'bout Dead Mudhorn?  The only good mudhorn is a dead mudhorn."

Amelia laughs, “the dead Mudhorn would not be a very intimidating name now, would it?” Amelia wipes a tear of laughter from her eye, she grins at Null warmly, appreciative but uncertain whether he was joking or not, and certainly not able to read the mandolorian’s expression or body language.