Sianni was already looking at the bridge’s tactical display as X-340’s response came through. Two corvettes, two freighters and twelve fighters. Weapons ready, coming in fast. Things were about to get interesting...
Puertollano wrote:"We do not accommodate visitors," the Tactical Droid responded from the bridge. "You correctly assume that many others have heard our call, but I am afraid the Super Tactical Droid is not interested in negotiating with the lackeys of her former acquaintances.
“Lackey!” Sianni gasped. “How dare you!? I am Captain Sianni! The Quick Corsair! The Bane of Oba Diah, Shadowland Explorer, Sacker of Klato-”
“You’re presently on mute, sir.” The comms officer interjected.
Sianni shot him a glare that would have made most other species uncomfortable. The Gossam didn’t care though. They were annoying like that.
Puertollano wrote: I suggest if you do return, for whatever reason, that you return with your 'client' that knows the Captain." A pause. "But, if you don't mind staying. Proving yourself to the Captain. We have some more visitors. If you could destroy them, you would be more than welcome to join us this moment."
And there it was. Things had gotten interesting...
Sianni stroked his goatee thoughtfully, returning an eye to the tactical display. He’d certainly faced worse odds. Eyeing the data they had on those corvettes, Sianni knew for a fact that he had taken on larger and more heavily armed ships during his time as a pirate. If it were just the two of them, this would be easy. But it was the freighters, no doubt highly modified, that worried him. Those ships were agile and in the hands of the right pilots would be able to run circles around a cruiser like The Golden Gundark, even with his own extensive modifications.
“Bring us about and ready the main batteries.” Sianni barked, several Gossams jumped into action, the seriousness with which they treated everything now being applied to their assigned tasks, this was a military crew after all, even if they had gone rogue mid-war. “Prepare our gunships for deployment as well, but let's not launch them for the moment… If I’m right, and I’m often right, we still have a few cards to play here before everyone starts shooting.”
Sianni ran over the situation in his head, still eyeing the tactical screen for some hidden insight he might have missed. As the distinctive cruiser turned about, he was able to get a good look at Gehena’s flagship and the Separatist Fleet that sat in defensive formation beyond it. They more than had the numbers to deal with these interlopers themselves...
The way he saw it, they were either genuinely interested in giving him a chance to prove himself, which was doubtful given the rudeness and scepticism of the Tactical Droid on the comm, or they were stalling… but why? Then Sianni remembered what the bridge officer had told him when they’d arrived, about the other ship that had been tractor-beamed inside the command ship and he reasoned that whoever had been aboard it had, like himself, most probably dropped in on Gehena unexpectedly. Perhaps the droids were busy dealing with that headache.
“Patch me through to whoever’s in Gehena’s hangar bay.” Sianni paused, and then added quickly; “Use the latest Hutt encryption codes, something this remnant won’t have been able to acquire in the year they’ve spent out here in the middle of nowhere, I want this message secure.”
“On it.” The comms officer typed away furiously at his console as the cruiser rounded the lucrehulk and the viewport in front of Sianni now faced the oncoming attackers. The tactical interface above updated with a small pop-up featuring two ships, a small smuggler ship that matched the profile of the one they had detected upon arrival and a Separatist Shuttle. "It seems the shuttle just touched down inside sir, assuming you want to contact the other one?"
"Naturally." Sianni scoffed.
“You’re live.” The Gossam nodded after only a few short seconds spent updating the encryption.
“This is Captain Sianni…” He resisted the urge to use his full list of titles and accolades, now that time had become slightly more precious. “...of Sadaar Sabacc & Security’s Casino Fleet.”
He adopted a slightly more cautious tone as he continued; “I came here to negotiate with Captain Gehena for ships in exchange for intelligence but since arriving I’ve been called a ‘lackey’ and been asked to launch an attack against an incoming hostile fleet. I figure that at this point, the cordial thing to do is to reach out and see how you're getting on down there in the belly of the beast yourself?” Sianni paused. “I don’t know who you are, and frankly I don’t care, but my organisation requires ships and credits to survive, so if those are things you can help us with, just let me know and you’ll have my full support should you require my assistance extracting you from the bowels of that command ship, or... if you're doing just fine in there... with getting past the incoming hostiles. I don't much have a preference for which. Just don’t wait too long to get back to me though, as I say those hostiles are incoming.”
He gestured to the comms officer who cut the transmission, and took a deep breath. Those 'incoming hostiles' were now closing the distance towards the fleet fast.
“Now contact them please!” Sianni declared, pointing out the viewscreen at the oncoming corvettes.
The comms officer shot him a slightly disbelieving look...
“What?! It’s the same move we pulled at Oba Diah! We make the same offer to everyone and see who takes it.” Sianni shrugged. “Blue won’t mind, she just wants to get some ships out of this, she wasn’t specific on who should provide them.”
As the comms officer frantically adjusted his console’s settings and prepared to patch him through to the new arrivals, another Gossam data officer called out; “Sir, the incoming flagship is the Twilight’s Gleam. It served as a privateer vessel during the war.”
“Ah, fellow connoisseurs!” Sianni clapped his hands. “Lets see if they’re interested in talking business.”
“You’re live with them now, sir.” The comms officer said, looking up from his console to give Sianni the signal.
“Greetings friends! This is Captain Sianni of Sadaar Sabacc & Security’s Casino Fleet. My crew tell me that you may have served as privateers during the war just as I once did, you might have even heard of me in fact? The Quick Corsair, Bane of Oba Diah, Sacker of Klatooine, Saviour of Castell, all that...” He paused, remembering time was of the essence. “Anyway, these droids have been giving me some trouble, I mean they even called me a ‘lackey’! Me? All because my employer wants to make a deal with them to trade intelligence for old warships. See, our organisation is in dire need of ships and credits, so if either of those are things you privateers might have a lead on, then consider The Golden Gundark to be available for hire. Looking at the odds on my screens here, I think you’re going to need all the help you can get... Just don’t take too long to decide!”
Sianni gestured to cut the transmission and then exhaled. Nat wouldn't like this at all... But Nat didn't know.
Reclining back in his command chair and clasping his hands, he looked over to the Gossams who were all hard at work at their stations, carrying out his orders from earlier with trademark efficiency, he could see on a console above one’s head that his array of gunships were ready to launch…
Now he just needed to wait and see who he’d be launching them at...