#mandoofesverr

[red-flight]

It wasn’t often that Darius made inter-stellar calls, especially at 03:00 Galactic standard time. But time was of the essence. The moment the line picked up, Darius’s words came in sharp with urgency. “Tycho? We’ve got problems.”

— Darius — @mando-of-esverr

All the way across the galaxy on Coruscant, a comm went off in Rogue Squadron headquarters. Tycho rolled over on his bunk and stared with squinting eyes at the wall chrono. He looked from the glowing numbers over to his comm and decided that for someone to be calling at this hour, it must be something important.

Immediately Tycho was alert and sat up to grab the little device before the sound could wake someone in the adjoining rooms. No sooner had he clicked the comm to answer than the other party was speaking before he could even open his mouth. He looked up at the wall chrono again, "It must be quite a problem." Tycho said in his clipped tones, "It's zero-three. Is this going to become a middle of the night treason sort of problem, or have you forgotten the time?"

[sundanceofapache]

“So this is what the infamous Wedge Antilles is like behind closed doors.” -- @mando-of-esverr

The short, dark-haired pilot had equally dark circles under his eyes, not that the obvious exhaustion did anything to lessen the intensity of his stare. He wore a plain tan day-uniform instead of the searing orange flight suit people usually expected, and his dark flight jacket was over the lighter uniform shirt. He had a blaster on his hip, and concealed weapons in the uniform pockets, a datapad poked out of one.

His arms were folded across his chest, "This is what Commander Antilles is like when he's not impressed with the people asking questions about his pilots."

[toodamnloyal]

Darius hadn't had the nerve to look Theo in the eye since he ruined the landing gear. But since getting back to work with Fastion, he'd been able to get enough glimmer to pay for the damages he'd caused on his last joyride of Theo's ship.

That and a few rare fruits and snacks couldn't hurt either right.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the hull of the jumpship. "Uh, Theo?" he called, up to the cockpit. "You in there?" -- @mantleoflight

Baribus was catatonic and the rest of the team was gone - they had taken someone else's ship and Theo rather appreciated it, actually. He didn't really want to be running all over the system while his friend had been in such a state - and for so long! First the guy was dead, then he was some kind of ghost (the spirit kind, not the - yeah), then Darius stole the Corvid and took it and Mathafew off and now Baribus is back but he's been unresponsive for weeks.

Theo would say the guy was like a robot, but he figured that Echo or Bonely might pop up and have a few words to say about that.

Point being - he was glad the fireteam had pegged someone else for piloting because he didn't feel up to the job. Not to mention he'd just finished putting his beautiful darling back together after the joyriding. He was currently in the back crew quarters when the knocking came, he lifted his head and then when the voice turned out to be Darius was instantly alert.

"In the back!" He called sitting up and jumping out of the cot so quickly he stumbled through the door. "Did something change? Is he ok?"

@mantleoflight

[red-flight]

Happy Star Wars Day from @mando-of-esverr (L) and myself (R) we had a sabacc party down at a local shop

Photobomb by Crozier

[toodamnloyal]

A lone stranger orbits the Corvid, running his hand along its sleek exterior. An empty bottle hangs loosely from his grasp as bleary eyes take in the ship's lovely shape and the beautiful unfamiliarity of it.

"Boy, what a good bird you are," Darius murmured, eyes trailing its paint job. "Almost... like my Falcon... Sol, I'd give… half my glimmer to have wings like yours."

"Y'know, that ain't your ship right?" Holliday called over, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously.

"I'm--just lookin'," Darius called back, taking his hand off the ship to raise both hands to show he wasn't stealing anything. He'd need to be a little more sober for that. -- @leerofthevinegaroons @mando-of-esverr

The others had left after their failed rescue. Theo didn't want to immediately follow Mathafew and Stoat to the apartment...it wasn't his living space...he didn't want to intrude on the two of them. It'd be different...if they had been successful...

He stayed on the ship and after running out of chores to do gave up puttering around in circles. The pilot exited just in time to see Holliday warding off a lost-looking stranger and thought perhaps this might be the distraction he was looking for. "Problems?" He asked her and eyed the empty bottle hanging limp, flushed face, and glassed-over eyes.

No sooner did he look at the man's face though, than Theo had to do a double take and mouthed, "Baribus?" To himself, had to look closer. Not Baribus...but somehow the same long face and golden eyes - though this guy was glazed over with alcohol.

"Sorry!" He hurried, "Sorry, I didn't mean, staring - I just... anyway. You okay, buddy?"

[red-flight]

”Be proud of me. I actually reached out to someone today.” — Darius @ any of the boys

Sucking in wildly over-dramatic theatrical gasp, Wes clutched his chest. "You talked to someone?" He turned and grabbed at Hobbie's arms, shaking the other man so that his hot caf splashed into his lap.

"Darius talked to someone!"

Hissing in pain, Hobbie half lurched out of the seat but was stopped by Wes' grip. It was an awkward bit of maneuvering to set aside the mug, work at prying Wes off his left arm, and wipe at the hot caf splashed on his uniform. "Wes-" Hobbie's voice was a hissed warning.

"Darius is making friends!" Wes insisted. When he was pried off Hobbie's arm he turned to Darius. His hands were clasped, a good imitation of his own mother when praising one of the littler siblings. "We all worked so hard for this!" He cooed, and stood to pat the Mandalorian's helmeted head, which was way above his own due to the drastic difference in height. "Someone should tell Tycho, he'll just be so thrilled!"

[lightfaithed]

//Yoooo!!! Happy birthday!!!! - @mando-of-esverr

Thank you bab! Have a slice of cake <3

@mando-of-esverr

[spokewar]

@mando-of-esverr cont. whines

"Yes, of course, how silly of me." It was spoken with a roll of his eyes. If there was one thing which remained consistent through most his life: it was the stubbornness of a Mandalorian on a mission. He could have left—should have left—by now, but he didn't want to risk stealing the wrong ship (as the one he landed with was now rather inoperable) or leaving the man for dead, and the Force was offering little in the way of help. It was static and with no warning of danger, only an unusual sense of displacement as if one or both of them had come to the wrong place and given Obi-Wan's tendency to wander without much in the way of purpose, he doubted it was him.

"And, unfortunately, I must request that you refrain from turning this place into a crater." Obi-Wan took a deliberate step back at the sight of the blaster, not particularly afraid of getting shot, but getting caught in any possible crossfire. "I've been trying to not associate myself with massive environmental destruction."