#ohnakatransportsolutions

[spirekept]

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One hand rubs at his eyes, while the other holds the mug of only half-finished caf. He shakes his head, still trying to merely process what was said,   “   Hondo, slow down. It’s too early for this — you’re not making any sense.   ”

[origamiblades]

@ohnakatransportsolutions​:  “Armitage! Where is that angry ginger man? Armitage! I need you to “Fix” Fits’ ship. You know the ugly bubble looking one?”

He could hear the Weequay calling out for his attention, and it easily pulled the man away from the work he was doing to aid the Wreckers-- something better suited for smaller hands, that he’s convinced they’d have insisted on doing anyways. Though the distraction, perhaps, wasn’t entirely unwelcomed as it was only after the second call of his name that Armitage found himself propping elbows to the railing of the cat-walk and peering down towards Hondo-- goggles shoved up to be situated atop his head and out of the way.

     “Last I was aware the ship was functioning entirely as intended. Surely that hasn’t changed in such a short amount of time, has it?”

[cardinal-carvings]

Archex my friend, Misfits is becoming worried about you, you should go to sleep ~ Hondo

     “While I appreciate the concern, sir. I’m fine.”

[galacticmuses]

@ohnakatransportsolutions from here

“Look with your eyes, not your hands.” Mouse replied with an annoyed huff, carefully adjusting the wrap she had the little one secured in.

“Besides, his papa prob wouldn’t like me letting strangers handle him.” She patted the little one’s fuzzy green. “Right? We waiting for your pa to come back, you lil goob?”

The Child cooed in response.

[gildedcommander]

@ohnakatransportsolutions​     (x)

Hondo later would not admit that the door slamming shut just shy of his nose made him jump. Of course he wouldn't. But he would admit that he was not exactly happy about being trapped by the First Order and really who would blame him?

Hondo sat with false confidence in the chair. "The First Order is so sleek with their styling. And yet their interior decorating for their cell is lacking! Really I thought you would have much nicer accommodations here."

There was always something satisfying about someone following orders instead of putting up a struggle. It made things easier for the both of them, and while he had no qualms enforcing the will of the Order on others, he liked things to go smoothly. A small smirk curled the man’s lips under his helmet, but any outward tells were miniscule-- hands settling behind himself at a parade’s rest as he regarded the pirate.

“It’s a cell,” He offered flatly, head tilting just faintly, “It’s not supposed to be anything impressive.” It’s then Pyre walks closer, starting to circle around the weequey-- eyes sharp as they watched Hondo the entire time through the visor.

     “Do you know why you’re here?”

[world-between-worlds]

@ohnakatransportsolutions

The Lieutenant's uniform was perfect-- fitted her as it should, ironed, and soothed along her frame. Black boots polished, as they should be, and hair pulled tight and out of her face. Hand’s rested behind her back as sharp green eyes regarded the weequay before her, a manicured brow raising just sightly.

“If everything is ‘perfectly legal’ and there is indeed no Resistance activity, then you should have absolutely no issues with us taking a look.” Vitari pointed out plainly, the two storm troopers that flanked her still to the point one might mistake them for statues.

[starfounded]

@ohnakatransportsolutions

Valoss returned to the Midnight Blade much sooner than Zade would. Hands already reaching up to tug down her hair as she made her way up the ramp into the ship she considered home. Kalliday wouldn't be back for at least a few more hours— maybe not until morning if things played out right. She wasn't about to hang around and skip out on some good sleep. Zade would be fine.

It's only once she'd made it almost all the way to the small room for crew bunking she realized a flickering light further in the ship. That immediately snapped her out of her slightly buzzed and very tired state— the devaron unholstering her gun as she crept towards the cockpit.

And the sight she was greeted with drew a sigh from her, "And just what do you think you're doing here, Hondo?"

[ignitethespark]

@ohnakatransportsolutions​

“Are you seriously going to turn around and try to run off and act as if I didn’t notice you the second I came in?” Vi pressed, a mixture of unamused and amused at the same time. Maybe if she wasn’t currently irritated, it would simply be amusement. But that wasn’t the case. Not today.

    “We need to talk.”