#lambda class t-4a shuttle

[swtechspecs]

Sienar Fleet Systems Lambda-Class T-4a Shuttle

Source: Heir to the Empire Sourcebook (West End Games, 1992)

[yoitsjay]

Ner Cabur

Pairings: Tech x male Mando! Reader

Summary: you save tech from an unfortunate end, and spending time with him had become a luxury you didn't want to let go.

Warnings: season 3 spoilers ish, cannon violence, loose episode references, Tech fluffiness

Translations:

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

Ner Cabur- my guardian

Ner kar'ta- my heart

burc’ya- friend

Word count: 2,720

The stars streaked past as you piloted your sleek, battered lambda class T-4A shuttle through the endless expanse of space. The thumping bass of your favorite rock band pulsed through the cockpit, shaking loose a few forgotten crumbs from your last meal.

With a grin, you adjusted the controls, leaning back in your worn pilot’s chair. Your black and blue painted armor gleaned dully in the cockpit lights, reflecting the occasional flicker from the starry display. The rhythmic beats matched your heartbeat as you primed your ship for landing on the nearby planet’s spaceport, for some repairs and supplies

You checked your dwindling credit’s and winced. Just then however, a flicker of static interrupted the music. A message blinked into view from your transceiver. You clicked the answer button, sliding your helmet back on as you did so, leaning back in your seat as Saw Gerrerra popped up.

“Saw.” You greeted, but the man looked like pleasantries were way off the table. “We need you on Eriadu, I'm sending you the coordinates now with your mission details. Then com me and meet me at the rondevu.” He instructed before ending the call. You huffed, quickly taking the joysticks of your ship's center console, maneuvering out of the asteroids and into free space, typing in the coordinates that were sent before jumping into hyperspace.

When you had arrived at Eriadu you followed Gerrerra’s instructions, which were basically fly around and prepare for pickup. You were flying low, hiding your ship in the canyons surrounding the empire’s main base of operations. You had scrambled your ship's signature in order to sneak by the sensors, so they had no idea you were here.

You were flying slowly, hidden by the fog but still able to see where you were flying… and that was when you saw someone falling from the rail carts. Your eyes widened, and you quickly maneuvered your ship towards the falling figure, placing your ship in “float mode” as you ran out of the cockpit and down the ramp.

You had equipped your jet pack so you just flew straight out of the ship, plummeting down towards the falling man. Before he could hit the ground, you managed to catch him in your arms, the added weight making you stumble as you ran across the ground before sliding to a stop.

“Hey man, you good?” You asked once landed, the man still held in your arms as he looked at you, eyes wide in surprise. His helmet was strange, with goggles instead of a shielded visor. Eventually you put him down, and he stared at the ground, and then back at you.

“yes i-” The man paused, nodding again. “Thank you.” He added, and you nodded. “You with Saw Gerrera?” You asked, but he shook his head. “No- i’m here with my brothers… Do you perchance have a vessel?” The man asked, and you nodded. “Yeah. First you're gonna tell me your name, then we can figure out what to do next.” You teased me. The man nodded, removing his helmet.

He was quite cute, his hair forming soft curls against his forehead, a lighter brown that accentuated his amber eyes. He was around your height, if not a few inches shorter. “My name is Tech.” He introduced, and you nodded, slowly removing your helmet as well.

Tech’s eyes widened, but you didn’t notice. You also didn’t happen to notice the slight blush on his cheeks too. “My name is Y/n. Now I'm gonna have to carry you again.” You stated, winking at Tech before placing your helmet back on your head. Tech nodded and did the same, and you picked the man back up in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around your neck as one of your arms supported his back, the other his knees and you lifted off into the air, flying back through the ramp and cargo entrance before setting Tech down again as you landed on your feet. You closed the ramp and ran up to the cockpit, seeing a beeping transmission.

You answered it. taking the controls of your ship again as Tech sat in the seat beside you. “We need pickup Y/n! Where are you?” Saw shouted, and you huffed. “On my way, I had an unexpected pickup.” You answered, soaring out of the canyon and towards the rondevu point. You kept your ship hovering, lowering the ramp as Saw and the others entered.

You flew away, breaking through the atmosphere before setting coordinates to one of the rebel planets and jumping to hyperspace. You released the controls, setting your helmet down on the top of the console as you turned to Tech. “I gotta deal with them, then I can help you.” You explained, gesturing for him to stay put before you walked out of the cockpit and to the center room before your tiny sleeping areas.

“What happened?” You asked as you saw Saw, who looked stressed. “Clones happened, The Bad Batch more specifically.” He huffed, and you raised an eyebrow as he gave you a brief explanation. “Ah okay, well they are right you know.” you stated, and he glared at you.

You raised your hands in surrender, but continued. “They’re only going to re-establish their ranks, if you want to end this empire, you gotta take out bigger ideas. Like infantry units, training centers. Communications centers and command stations.” You listed, crossing your arms over your armored chest. “Anyway, all I'm saying is that killing officers will only halt progress for a little while. Then you’ll have to do it again, and again and you’ll never stop fighting.” You finished, waving at them to rest up as you walked back into the cockpit.

Tech stared up at you as you entered, having removed his helmet again. “I heard what you said… Those were my brothers he was talking about.” Tech stated, and you hummed. “So you're a clone? you don’t look like a clone.” You stated, seeing him smile a little bit before explaining that he and his brothers were an experimental enhanced unit made during the clone wars. Their DNA was twisted, and they came out much different.

Tech had superior smarts, amongst other things, but his brain was information central according to his brothers.

“I see, well that's quite cool.” You started with a grin. “I guess that almost makes you Mandalorian.” You joked, and Tech chuckled for a moment. “Not really, however, I appreciate the sentiment.” he stated.

Soon you dropped from hyperspace, and dropped Saw and his mercenaries off at their destination. You topped up on rations and fuel, and did a bit of repairs with Tech’s help before taking off again.

“So, you have a home Tech?” You asked him, almost feeling… disappointed that he was going to be leaving so soon.

“Yes, Pabu is where i… reside with my brothers.” He answered, and you nodded, putting in the coordinates, only to feel Tech’s hand on yours, stopping you for a moment.

“I know we have only been acquainted for a few hours, but I have enjoyed conversing with you. And I would love to learn more about your culture, discover more than what is in the datapad.” He paused, pursing his lips before he looked at you again. “What I am trying to say is, you saved my life. And I would like to spend more time with you.” He breathed out, almost expecting the hard reality of no, or a disgusted look.

But instead you smiled warmly, nodding. “I would love that Tech, thank you.” You beamed, and finished setting the coordinates before entering hyperspace. “Here, you can use my transceiver to contact your brothers and let them know you're alive. Keep an eye on the controls while I go make us some food.” You stated, pointing to your transceiver before you walked away.

When you had come back you noticed Tech was still talking with his brothers, who were all talking over each other as they argued. When they saw you however, they went quiet. The one who looked and held himself as a leader spoke up.

“You saved our brother, and we are so grateful. If you weren't there we- well, he would have died. So thank you, burc’ya” The man spoke up, using a word in your native tongue which made you smile. “It was no problem, truly. Tech has been an amazing company, and a good friend in this short time.” You expressed, and the man nodded.

“That's good to hear. See you soon. And Tech? never do that again.” The man stated before the transmission ended. You chuckled, handing Tech a bowl of Tiingilar, a hearty Mandalorian dish which Tech devoured.

It was about a standard rotation’s worth of hyperspace travel before you reached the island of Pabu. Since you were across the galaxy after dropping off Gerrera. Tech told you where to land, where you already saw quite a large welcoming party.

You landed, opening the ramp as you and Tech stood up, both your helmets under your arms as you walked up together. However as Tech scanned the area, he realized that one was missing.

“Where is Omega?” He asked, and the leader, whom Tech had told you was Hunter, frowned. “We went back to Ord mantell- and Cid she- she betrayed us to the empire. They took Omega.” Hunter explained.

Tech balled his hands into fists as he stared at the ground, shoulders sagging when he felt the warmth of your hand through his armor.

“Then we find her.” You spoke up, determination lacing your voice. “I have some contacts spying within the empire, I can ask around, acting like a bounty hunter in case it gets traced. Not like it will- but still-” you rambled for a moment, before pausing.

“This Omega, she's obviously a very important foundling, yes?” You asked, and Hunter raised his eyebrow foundling?” He asked, and you huffed, readying to explain.

“Yes, a young being abandoned by its parents, raised by others.” You explained simply. Hunter nodded. “yeah… she’s our sister.” Hunter stated, and you nodded. “There! even more of a reason we should find her yea?” You asked, nodding to yourself. “I'll get on it then, is there somewhere more secure to have my ship in the meantime?” You asked, and Tech rubbed his chin.

“Yes, there is a cave entrance where you can park.” He stated, and Hunter gawked. “What? when did that exist?” Wrecker spoke up with a shout. Tech sighed. “I thought it was obvious.” He started, looking over at you with a smile. “Thank you, for helping us.” He stated, grasping your hand in his own.

You nodded. “Of course Tech, it’s the right thing to do.” You stated, nodding to him once more before you released his hand and entered the ship, taking off to park your ship in a more secluded location.

There you scrambled your signature again before reaching out to your imperial contacts. There really wasn’t much in the way of where Omega could have been taken, or why. But there was talk of something called M-count, and a name. Tantiss.

So for weeks you worked alongside Tech and his brothers, hunting, searching and gaining intel, almost getting killed quite a few times, especially by living vines. Now that was exhilarating.

But almost all intel you and The Bad Batch had gathered had been of no use, there was nothing about Tantiss, barely anything about Hemlock either, the man who took omega in the first place. You could tell the brothers were starting to give up hope, traveling back through hyperspace when the comm’s suddenly went off.

It was Omega, and she had sent coordinates to meet her on one of the moons of Ryloth. It could’ve been a trap, but with you and Tech there, the chances of living were a lot better.

So you went, and watched as Omega embraced Tech and Wrecker, so relieved that Tech was alright. Hunter walked up to you, and you nodded to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort, watching as he walked down before running to meet omega, hugging her tightly.

The reunion was heartfelt, but you could feel tensions rising when a second person stepped out from the imperial ship, a taller man, bald with piercing eyes. Omega argued that he had changed, that he had been betrayed by the empire, But Tech, Hunter and Wrecker were still very much on edge.

You walked down the ramp, ready to aid them if need be.

You stood behind Tech, looming behind him as you turned to look at Crosshair. Your helmet was on, but despite that it looked as if his eyes met yours. You saw the hurt, the guilt and regret in his eyes, and you removed your hand from where it was resting on your blaster.

“We need to leave, before the Empire shows up.” You stated, and walked back to the Marauder with Tech on your heels as his hand once again found yours. Hand holding has become a form of comfort between you and Tech these past weeks. And you found yourself feeling more for him than just friendship.

But now wasn’t the right time, and you both knew that.

But soon, Omega and Crosshair were back on Pabu, and the whole bad batch was reunited it seemed, as Echo was waiting on Pabu for them, for Crosshair’s information more specifically.

While they talked, you felt a tug on your poncho, which you had started wearing more recently after finding it in a Pabu stall.

You looked down, noticing the young girl, Omega, smiling at you. “So are you Tech’s boyfriend?” She asked, and you let out a choked sound, glancing over at Tech who seemed to have the same reaction.

You knelt down, removing your helmet as you stared at her. “No young one… but would I have your blessing if I wanted him to be?” You asked quietly, and she squealed in excitement. “Yes! of course!” Sh exclaimed, and you chuckled, looking over at Tech with a smile before standing up again.

So much more had happened after this, Omega was taken again, and everyone was devastated, including you, since you had grown to care for the young girl during the calm before the storm.

After Omega was taken, you had been relieved to have hidden your ship elsewhere, since the Marauder had been destroyed. You had to move some stuff around, but you had made the addition of four other people work, especially since you and Tech started sharing a room.

Getting Omega back was the only thing on all of your minds, but that didn’t stop the light touches, the hand holding. You didn’t complain when Tech would slip into your quarters after enjoying a meal with his brothers, and he would relax into your embrace before falling asleep.

Echo had joined up in your efforts when you had actually located Tantiss. You had left your ship at one of the clone rebels' bases, and piloted an imperial ship instead, in order to sneak into Tantiss. Omega was smart enough to break herself out, but during that time you and the other batchers, including Tech, had gotten separated.

You were with Echo and a new addition, Emerie, when you hid against a wall as clones and troopers walked by, and your eyes widened when you saw Crosshair, Wrecker and Tech’s unconscious bodies being carried away.

After that you fought like hell until everyone was safe. Even Hunter couldn’t deny that you were a ruthless warrior, even before you snapped you were incredible.

But Tantiss was destroyed at the end, The Bad Batch reunited, and you had decided to settle down on Pabu, your’s and Tech’s growing relationship finally able to blossom. You had taught the younger clones on the island all about Mandalorian traditions, and it felt like you had started your own clan on Pabu. Clan 99 you had joked.

But in reality these men had become your family. And Tech would stand beside you through it all.

“Ner cabur.” Tech whispered into your chest as you laid with him, you smiled, kissing the top of his head.

“Ner kar’ta, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum”

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[comicsandconstellations]

The Eel | Some Echo and Emerie/ Domino and Chance art

“Rex hates…ah, hated the new ship, hated having an Imperial vessel around, hated how he had to watch me leave for missions by myself in it. He described it as “swallowing me up” the first time I flew it; taking me with it and the risk of never seeing me again. I guess I must have made some off-handed joke about knowing what it was like watching someone you love be swallowed, and the name sort of stuck from there.” (Snippet from my draft about why the ship in named ‘the Eel’)

It’s a stolen Lambda-class T-4a shuttle that Echo modified (later with Emerie’s help) which they use for sneaking in and out of Imperial facilities. The one in the AU isn’t painted, but I liked the idea that it would be if it wasn’t needing to be blended in. (If you zoom in, you can see red and blue paint buckets.)

Pretty different to my usual quick style (do I have one?) but I had a really specific vision. I’ve been working on this for a few days so it’s much more like my detailed art style rather than the casual one I do most of my doodles in. It’s not often I don’t draw just characters. Of course I traced the ship’s outline, I’m absolutely not going to try draw a Star Wars vessel from scratch. I like to think this is them hanging out post mission since there is a pile of their armour and their helmets beside them, they are in their matching under suits. I want to know what they are talking about.

[blakescrazyblog]

{Palpatines Lambda-class T-4a shuttle}

-Squadrons Micro Galaxy

[nmpositive]

tfw u buy a Lambda-class T-4a shuttle on Temu. Where are we going to fit The Emperor!?

ISP-6 - Star Wars (Kenner)

[star-wars-comics]

Darth Vader #1 (2020)

written by Greg Pak art by Raffaele Ienco & Neeraj Menon

[pedroam-bang]

Star Wars Galaxy Of Adventures (2019)

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

IF-120 landing craft were a type of transport utilized by the Empire. Based on the design of Lambda and Sentinel-class shuttles, IF-120s were larger and bulkier than their cousins. The landing craft, after being unloaded, could be converted into a mobile command center. Often, IF-120s were intended to stand alone with advance troops as the Empire established a foothold on a planet.

Source: Star Wars 84 (Art: David Mazzucchelli; 1984)

Read more on Wookieepedia.

[mordicaifeed]

[jabean-fanfiction]

Just thought I’d share a sketch/tracing* I did of the Purge Trooper Zeta-class Shuttle, Infernum. In my fanfic A Light in the Dark, the old Pre-Empire shuttle is still being used around 0BBY.

( * I traced it from the Wookieepedia deckplan for the Lambda-class T-4a Shuttle)

[rollplayinggame]

The Salvation is formerly known as the ST 321, a Lambda-class T-4a shuttle that belonged to Darth Vader. During the Battle of Endor, The ST 321 was used by Luke Skywalker to escape the second Death Star. Once under Luke Skywalker’s possession, Luke renamed the ship the Salvation and made heavy modifications to the shuttle, along with repainting the Wings with the Jedi emblem and utilizing the shuttle as a mobile training center for his nascent Jedi Order.

stats below:

STATS & FACTS:

Silhouette - 4 Speed - 3 Handling - +0 Hull Trauma Threshold - 25 (44 after Luke's Modifications) System Strain Threshold - 15 (28 after Luke’s Modifications) Shield (Fore) - 2 Shield (Port) - X (1 after Luke’s Modifications) Shield (Starboard) - X (1 after Luke’s Modifications) Shield (Aft) - 1 (2 after Luke’s Modifications) Armour - 4 MGLT - 54 MGLT Maximum atmospheric speed - 850 kph Hyperdrive: Primary: Class 1, Backup: Class 10. Navi computer: Yes Sensor Range: Short. Ship's Complement: 1 Pilot, 1 Co-Pilot, 1 Navigator, 1 Gunner, 1 Comms Operator, 1 Engineer. Encumbrance: 200 (without passengers) Passenger Capacity: 20 Consumables: 2 Months. Price -  (R) 140000 (2,000,000 (R ) - Ship belonged to Darth Vader & Luke  Skywalker) Rarity - 6 (10 this is a unique ship specifically owned by the Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker) HP - 2 (6 gets bonus from Luke Skywalker’s modifications)

Weapons:

Two Forward-mounted Twin Light Blaster Cannons

Fire Arc - Forward

Dam - 4

Crit - 4

Range - Close 

Qualities - Linked 1

Two Forward-mounted Twin Light Laser Cannons

Fire Arc - Forward

Dam - 5

Crit - 3

Range - Close

Qualities Linked 1

Aft-mounted Twin Light Blaster Cannons

Fire Arc -  Forward

Dam - 4

Crit - 4

Range - Close

Qualities - Linked 1

https://swan2swan.tumblr.com/post/182571361522/hot-take-lukes-ship-post-rotj-should-have-been

[swtechspecs]

Sienar Fleet Systems Lambda-Class T-4a Shuttle

Source: The Essential Guide to Vehicles and Vessels (Del Rey, 1996)

[cabalrive]

Varosh’ati’ruon: Backstory

The halls of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera were brightly lit, the harsh white lights embedded in the walls gleaming off the polished black floors. Varosh’ati’roun, otherwise known as Shatir, walked at a brisk pace, jackbooted feet moving lightly across the deck as he left the hanger bay where his shuttle was docked. His brilliant white uniform jacket was a stark contrast to his blue skin and mildly tousled black hair, which was only mostly contained by his black cap. He had plenty of time. In fact, he’d likely be waiting around for a while when he arrived but much safer to be early. Reflecting on this, he almost barreled into the figure stepping out from an adjoining hallway.

“Excuse me,” Shatir said, barely glancing back.

“One might consider that gross insubordination, Lieutenant” intoned a voice behind him. Shatir stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around.

“Taeg’edor’enokai?” Shatir exclaimed, staring at the black-clad individual. “What are you doing here?” Taeg’edor’enokai, usually going by Gedore, smiled. He wore the uniform of the Imperial Special Forces, his plaque declaring him a Captain.

“Is it so astounding to run into another Chiss here, of all places?”

“It is good to see you. Are you available later?” inquired Shatir “I’m afraid I have a meeting to get to at the moment.”

“Do you really? What a coincidence. So do I.”

“He wants to see both of us?”

“Apparently.”

“I don’t think there have been more than two of us together at any given time since we got off the ship from Csilla…” Shatir wondered aloud. Gedore broke in, speaking quietly in Cheunh.

“Maybe it’s time for us to overthrow our false leaders and once more rejoin our illustrious Ascendency.” Shatir glared at Gedore and replied in the same language. 

“That’s hardly a joking matter. If it were anyone but me you would be reported and executed.”

“Luckily I am quite certain that it is, in point of fact, you to whom I made this particularly egregious jest.”

“Perhaps I won’t turn you in. This time.” Shatir shot back.

“My thanks” replied Gedore in Basic, briefly bowing his head to his oldest friend.

They strode off together, an imposing duo in the lightly trafficked corridors. The few personnel they did encounter quickly stood aside to let them pass, poorly hiding their efforts to stare at the two Chiss officers. Most had only ever seen the one, from a distance at that. Now there were three of them on one ship.

Six Chiss had arrived from Csilla as part of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s program to study the suitability of incorporating the Chiss in other branches of the Imperial Military. Each recruit had gone into different departments. Shatir was placed in Naval Intelligence, Gedore the Special Forces and the others in the Army, Department of Military Research, Imperial Intelligence, and ISB. The position in the Navy proper was, of course, already filled. They were fully immersed in Imperial culture, each working their way through the Academy, rarely seeing one another. They all suspected they were deliberately kept apart, but logically could not see fault in such a course of action. To both be summoned by the Grand Admiral was hitherto unheard of.

They arrived at the entrance to the Grand Admiral’s command suite. Shatir nodded and Gedore punched the call controls. A moment later the door slid silently open and they stepped through. Both had been independently summoned before and knew what to expect. The arrangements of sculptures and artwork, both real and holographic, claimed much of the space in the office. At the moment though the Grand Admiral was studying a datapad. Shatir and Gedore stood stiffly at attention, saying nothing.

“At ease, gentlemen.” Thrawn said, putting down the datapad and fixing his gaze upon them. “Congratulations on your promotion, Taeg’edor’enokai. Your commanding officer speaks highly of your skills.”

“Thank you, sir.” replied Gedore.

“And you, Varosh’ati’roun. It has been some time since you were last aboard. Your mission was a success?”

“Yes, sir. I have successfully traced the targets.”

“Excellent. Then you have your next destination.” Shatir and Gedore exchanged the briefest of glances. Thrawn continued. “Lieutenant Shatir has been tracing several Rebel sympathizers. The hope is to insinuate him into their company, and then, once contact with the Rebellion has been established, he will become a double-agent.

Your role in this, Gedore, is extraction. In the event that Shatir secures a valuable asset, or is captured, you will retrieve him. You may assemble a team if you so choose. I need not remind either of you that the level of duplicity required for such an assignment is extreme and I trust you will use the full breadth of your abilities to maintain cover. Gedore, until such time as your services are required you will be assigned as Special Forces Liaison to the Chimaera.

Shatir, you may brief him further with any information you believe to be relevant, and proceed with your preparations. Dismissed.” Shatir and Gedore saluted, turned smartly on their heels and left the Grand Admiral to his studies.

They did not speak again until they had reached an open conference room. Shatir shut the door, engaged his personal comm jammer and pulled up his files on the holo-display.

“Rebel activity on Kashyyyk is quite common,” began Shatir, gesturing to a log of decrypted comms records, “a predictable side effect of the Empire favouring the Wookies as slave labour. Therefore it is a good starting point to find a sympathetic group. There is a slave auction in three days, and based on the communications I intercepted and data from the garrison, there is likely to be a rescue attempt. I hope to assist with that attempt and go with the group to a Rebel base. After that I’ll be on my own.”

Gedore nodded, scanning the text.

“Do you require assistance on Kashyyyk?” he inquired.

“Perhaps you could run interference on the local stormtrooper garrison? I would prefer to reduce Imperial casualties without arousing suspicion.”

“Of course”

“That’s about it. I have the advantage that most people have never encountered a Chiss before. We are one of the only races in the Galaxy who are more known to the Empire than anyone else, but even then it’s mostly restricted to the Navy and the Intelligence branches.”

“You can always say you’re a Pantoran with an eye condition.” joked Gedore, smiling slightly at the old adage.

“Indeed.” Shatir replied, distracted. “I suppose I must leave immediately. At maximum speed it will take at least two days to get to Kashyyyk from here. I need to assemble my kit.”

“I will fly you there. It will be easier to distract the garrison from local orbit rather than blasting orders across the galaxy from a not particularly inconspicuous Star Destroyer. If Rebel activity is so common I should be able to send them off on a raid with relatively little information. Of course, my holo transmitter will be malfunctioning and audio only. Does Captain Kovars sound like a convincing pseudonym to you?”

“As good as any. Increased Imperial activity should mask my activities nicely.” mused Shatir, rolling the plan over in his mind. “I’m sure the garrison will be thrilled to have a mystery officer hijacking their operations.”

“What can I say, Special Forces are special.” Gedore smirked. “No authorization required.”

A few hours later they were aboard a requisitioned Lambda class T-4a shuttle, discussing the upcoming mission, stories from the academy, any missions they could share without breaching security clearances and their lives in general. Both enjoyed the chance to talk as friends rather than as professionals. While there was now mutual respect between many Imperials and their Chiss colleagues, friendship was a difficult thing to come by. The Chiss officers had the advantage of full exposure to Imperial and human culture, but there was no reciprocation whatsoever. The Grand Admiral didn’t count, of course. Both Human and Chiss alike held him in awe, and his rank held him above all

The two day hyperspace flight went by in a flash, the two comrades finding themselves saying farewell once more. Shatir had changed out of his uniform into civilian clothing appropriate to the weather. He rolled his sleeves up in anticipation of the muggy jungle climate, and shrugged on a vest over the shoulder-holsters for his vibroknives.

“I have two gifts for you, before you leave. The first I had originally planned to leave on the Chimaera for you, but events have made this much more convenient.” Gedore pulled a chrono out of his pocket and presented it to Shatir.

“My thanks, Gedore. Had I but known I would be seeing you…” he trailed off, inspecting the chrono.

“Never mind that. It has one excellent feature, besides being waterproof up to 100m,” he reached over and grasped a tiny tab, pulling out a length of carbon nanofiber wire. “May your enemies never see you coming.”

“Charming, and incredibly useful. I thank you.” Shatir said, inclining his head graciously, and proceeding to fasten the chrono to his wrist.

“Anything for my oldest, most duplicitous friend,” grinned Gedore, slapping his shoulder. “The second gift, I fear you will enjoy less.” he said, grabbing Shatir’s forearm and stabbing an injector into his flesh. Gedore pushed the button with his thumb to activate it. Shatir hissed at the unexpected pain and looked quizzically at his friend, red eyes flashing. 

“This implant has two uses,” explained Gedore. “First off, it carries your Imperial credentials. It is undetectable until activated. In the event you need to prove you are, in fact, a commissioned Imperial operative, tap your arm near the implant twice. It will read on most ident-chip scanners. You can deactivate it again the same way. The second use is as an SOS tracking chip. It will piggyback an SOS on any local Imperial channels directly to the Chimaera, and to me. To call for aid, break the shielding capsule by pressing down on it. It takes a bit of force as it is designed not to break under normal combat conditions. If you are successful you should feel it burn slightly as it draws power from your body’s natural electrical currents. Then you just have to wait for the cavalry to arrive.”

“Unless, of course, I am not near any Imperial outposts.” commented Shatir drily, massaging his arm.

“That is true, but the options for undetectable beacons are rather limited, I’m afraid.” Gedore said cheerfully. “Now away with you. I must return to orbit and practice my lounging skills so I fit in with you Navy types once I return to the Chimaera.”

“Could be worse, could be assigned to the ISB,” smirked Shatir, and, with a small Chiss salute, departed.

[evabellasworld]

Alexsandr Kallus x OC

Ambush: Chapter 4

Masterlist: 1│2│3│4│5

Also on AO3

OC: Emma Tua

Escorting Emma inside the domed-shaped Imperial Complex in the centre of Christophsis, Kallus looked around the cold, grey corridor for any signs of stormtroopers or Imperial officers. Looking at the empty hall, he dragged her by her arms. "So what's the plan now, Alex?" Emma asked, playing with her fingers.

"Don't rush me," he grumbled, leading her to a lift and pressed the buttons. "I'm thinking of one right now."

"We don't have all day, Alex," she groaned in frustration, giving him a reminder. "Mon Mothma is probably expecting answers right now and if we don't report to her, well, you know the answers."

As the lift arrived, Kallus held her hands and stepped inside the lift together, pressing some of the buttons. "Since when do you care about punctuality?" he scoffed. "For all I know, you're always late for everything."

"I have a kid back in the base, Alex," Emma snapped. "I can't just leave him behind."

"Don't you have your brother to watch over him?"

"Still, Rocky need his mother during these trying times," she explained, glaring at Kallus. "Carter can't be doing everything. I have a responsible mom and play my part as well."

"What about his father?" he suggested. "He should be watching Rocky while you're gone."

"That kriffing bantha ass ditched me when I told him I'm pregnant," Emma raised her voice. "He doesn't want anything to do with me or Rocky."

Kallus frowned as his eyebrows drooped, squeezing my hands. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Don't be," she rolled her eyes. "He's a kriffing coward anyways, like most of the men I've met so far."

He brushed her strands of hair from her face and glanced at her honey-brown eyes as the lift door opened, revealing a female officer with brown hair and fair skin. As she pressed a button of the lift, Emma gave him a mischievous grin. She punched the officer's jaw with just one punch, making's Kallus's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"Formulating a plan right now," she unlocked her cuffs around her hands. "Since you're too slow in making one anyways."

"Oh dear me," he panicked, sweat pouring from his forehead. "I don't like this plan."

Emma laughed as she took off her jacket, revealing her black singlet, with her arms covered in tattoos. "You haven't even heard the plan yet," she teased, gesturing him to turn around. Kallus gave a nod and looked away, his cheeks turning pink.

"We steal a ship at the platform and ambush Bay 6, where we get our ship back," she explained, taking off her brown pants. "Once we fly out of the atmosphere, she quickly jumped into hyperspace, alright?"

"That sounds like a terrible idea," Kallus objected, staring at the metal wall. "It's dangerous and too risky. It could get us both killed."

"Do you have a better idea, my love?" she puts on her Imperial uniform and cap. He shook his head and held his tongue. "You better not make me regret this partnership."

Emma chuckled and tied her hair into a neat bun. "Thank you, Alex. You can turn around now."

He looked at Emma and leaned a little closer to her, pushing her Imperial cap lower, covering her eyes. Let's hope we make it out alive, he pondered, as the lift door stopped at the 34th level. I'm not going to get killed by her reckless plan. She stepped out of the lift and noticed the empty hallways, making is sighed in relief. She gestured to Kallus to follow her. he gave a slight nod and tailed her from behind, running towards the quiet hangar.  

Looking at the Imperial shuttle parked at the platform, she dragged Kallus's hand and went inside the shuttle, taking control of the pilot's seat. As the ship took off, the Lambda-class T-4a shuttle's lower winds spread opened, resembling an inverted Y. "So just wondering, but why can't we just fly out of atmosphere right away?" he raised a question. 

"Because Arin will kill me if I don't return with the ship," Emma answered, holding the steering. "Her temper is even worse than my sister, believe me."

"You have a sister?" he raised his eyebrows. Emma nodded. "Yeah, but she died two years ago on Lothal."

Kallus froze, as he turned towards her. "Lothal, huh?"

"Yeah, we grew up there," she told him. "Until we both joined the Imperial Academy. Last I spoke to her was 17 years ago, before she left home to Coruscant."

"Who was your sister?" he grimaced. "Is it someone I knew?"

"Her name was Maketh."

His eyes widened as he blinked a couple of times. "Minister Tua was your sister?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "You knew her?"

"Why, of course, I do," he stammered. "I was stationed back in Lothal as an ISB agent. She's a remarkable woman, actually."

Emma's eyes narrowed. "Really? I'm pretty sure she was a pain in the ass to work with."

His lips tightened as he turned away from her, clearing his throat. As the ship hovered above Hangar Bay 6, where their ship was under inspection by the Imperials, Emma began to cut the engine to the shuttle, letting it drop from the sky. "Brace for impact," she warned, as she crawled underneath the panel. This is never going to work, he screamed inside his head, as he took cover with Emma. 

The shuttle crashed besides their ship, crushing a bunch of stormtroopers and officers-in-charge. "You've lost your mind," he yelled, as he got up. Emma burst into laughter as she overloaded the ship's control panel and kicked the ship's front window's glass. "Come on," she grabbed his hand, as they both jumped out of the crashed shuttle.

Hearing the explosion behind them, they rushed towards their ship. Emma stretched her arms and hacked through the computers, unlocking the first gravity lock. They both pulled the lockout of the ship together, only for the troopers to open fire towards them.  

Kallus pulled out his blaster from his holster and fired back while taking cover. Emma managed to dodge their shots as she raced towards another gravity lock. Sabotaging its computer within her fingertips, she pulled it out with all of her strength. Her arms and legs began to ache as she pressed her muscles further. "I could use a little help here," she said, in a high-pitched voice.

"I'm busy," he screamed, shooting one of the stormtroopers. She groaned in frustration as she continued to yank the locks out of the ship, trying to catch her breath. Minutes began to pass as she managed to pull the last one from her ship, making her fall on her bump. "I've got it," she cheered. "I've unlocked our ship. Now let's go."

"Too late," Kallus let out a sigh of frustration. Emma turned around and find themselves outnumbered by stormtroopers, pointing their E-11 blasters towards them. "Remove your helmet, trooper," Agent Kwon ordered. He complied and unmasked himself, much to her fake surprise.

"Agent Kallus," she chuckled. "It's nice seeing you again. I see you've gotten a bit older."

She shifted her focus on Emma, taking off her Imperial cap. "Looks like you've found yourself a beautiful partner, Kallus. Very impressive, to be honest."

Emma growled as she grabbed her blaster and pulled the trigger, only to be stunned by the ISB agent. "No!" he hyperventilated.

"Take them away for further questioning," she barked at the commander. He felt his hands were cuffed from behind as he glanced at Emma, his body trembling. 

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