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"Agreed." Rusty commented. "It seems that Master Veron has quite a knack for it. I do believe that as we prepared for this trip, he said something about going to Naboo,"
"Like, what he said," Freya chimed in, emerging from the 'fresher. "My old man's like totally working on the politics stuff. So," she theatrically began, "we can, like, totally concentrate on kicking the Emperor's butt from Coruscant to Hoth!"

Though a capable pilot, Freya was never much learned in the more courtly arts and affairs. One would even say that such is odd, as a fair deal of her ancestry were, in times of peace, bards and poets, being traced back to many greats of the Old Republic.
Of course, most of such records have been lost, what with her ancestor's homeworld of Alderaan having been destroyed nearly a century and a half before.
"And, we, like, totally start with Kashyyk," Freya groaned with a tone of defeat. In the past, she made no secret of her distaste for it.
"It's not that bad," Rusty stated. "Think of it as an exercise, no different than one with flying, or playing the guitar." Taking a more serious tack, he continued. "You will be representing your family, and your father on Kashyyyk, as well as all of Bespin. Don't embarass them." Turning his attention to Gorwooken for the moment he sighed, asking, "Where's a Jedi when you need one?" in a hushed, whispered tone.

" ... But Master Feron, your skills are needed to- " " I already told you no. " Angel interrupted the Jedi Knight. " In case you couldn't get the hint with how hard it was to locate me even through the Force, as well as losing track of me all the way up through to here, I don't want to get involved with this Hutt slime. " The knight justed looked at her. " But you must. You may be the one extra hand that decides the outcome. And don't be modest. I heard you're one of the most accomplished Masters, and quick to become one at that. " " You're lucky I'm a Jedi like you and not a Sith. However, I can't let you continue chasing me. Please understand. " Angel said, taking out her dual sabers. The knight was confused, but took his own saber out as well. Just as he ingnited it, Angel had already landed several blows on his limbs, her sabers on stun. As the knight fell over from the effect, Angel put her sabers away. " Tell the council to stop chasing me down. I will only fight if I feel I have to. Otherwise it's their own damn problem. " She zipped through the alley ways with the help of the Force, stopping just short of where people were about, and emerged with a stroll, keeping a low profile. " Not even Nar Shaddaa is good enough anymore. They STILL gotta bug me. " she thought, vanishing into the crowd.

(( Whoops! I meant to say that it's politics that Freya has distaste for. ^_^;; ))

"There's, like, nothing wrong with Kashyyyk, Gorry." Freya sighed. "It's totally politics!" Rolling her eyes, she explained, "I totally don't see how my old man puts up with it. It's, like, totally weird to the max!"
"Some people have their strong points," Rusty conceded. He then continued. "Of course, since your father isn't with us, you must put that aside, and put your best face forward for the people of Kashyyyk. The movement depends on it."
Freya then looked to Gorwooken. "Hey. Just, like, make sure I don't totally make a mega-dweeb of myself in front of your people?" It seemed as though that was as much as a concession as they would get from her.

"Thanks, Gorry," Freya said, hugging the big wookie. "I haven't heard you say that in years," she said, becoming slightly misty eyed.
"I agree," Rusty chimed in. Would that if a droid had the capacity to do so, he would have beamed proudly. "She'll do fine."

(( See? Despite the tough-girl act, even Freya's a softie. ^^ ))

(( G'd question. Let me think on that.
Though, wouldn't pirates steer clear of Kashyyyk? ))

About a half hour later, Rusty had returned from the cockpit of the Aldera Ballet. "It's almost time," he announced.
Freya nodded to Gorwooken. "Like, let's go," she commanded with an uncharacteristic calm.
With that, she hopped into the pilot's seat, pulling back levers. At once, the starlines receded into their usual distant points, with the sight of Kashyyyk itself in the distance.

(( Want to have Gorwooken say "home, sweet home" or somesuch before the excrement hits the fan? ))

Freya smiled as well. "Like, everyone should totally have a chance to come home," With a more serious tone, she queried, "You mean, like, not even Grandma Z and Grandpa J, like, never took you here? That's, like, so bogus to the max!" she declared, a delicate blonde eyebrow arched. But, no sooner than she said that, Rusty rolled into the cockpit.
With that, an alarm sounded from the sensors, along with a rough transmission, intially beginning in Dosh.
"I'll translate," Rusty offered. "They say that we should power down and prepare to be boarded." he grimly stated.
"And, like, who are they to tell us?" Freya scoffed.
"The Bloodscale Clan, he says," Rusty replied.
"Like, are they totally barved vrelt pirates?" Freya demanded.
"One can extrapolate such," Rusty agreed.