Jai gave Jamo a slight glare with her sensual green eyes, "If you ever call me 'Devana' agian, Jakatta, I know a blaster bolt that's just dieing to become acquainted with your family jewels."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Ugh! I just feel the ego oozeing off of him...I gotta get this freak back to JakattaCorp. before I kill 'im! how do I talk myself into these things....<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

When she heard the suggestion about the bars, Jai knew exactly what Jamo wanted...a stim. She sighed and began to walk towards where the transport had dropped her off. She had noticed a landing strip full of ships that looked like they had been there for awhile...besides, it also had a big sign saying <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Correctional Facility Storage---shipyard<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.

"I think I know a good place to look...but I'll only take you there on one condition, Jamo. No 'Stims."

God, how much he wanted a 'stim. He was dying for one. He wanted one right now...

"Yeah yeah. No 'stims. Sure."

Sigh. Looking around, he smirked partially and nodded to Jaina.

"Alright then, show me to this place. We need to get off here quickly.. they've probably got a search party coming out after us right now."

She had been walking all this time, leading Jamo through the winding and twisting alleys and street of the city...they were approaching the huge landing strip as he said that...

"Even if they got a search party, we'll be long gone by the time they get here...cause I think i see your ship right down there." Jai pointed into the fenced in strip at a YT-2400, that had to be Jamo's...no question.

She now had to figure out a way to get the ship out...then it hit her, "Aha!". She pulled off the pack that was swung over her shoulder and started digging through it, pulled out some oil-stained coveralls, and told Jamo she'd be right back as she sprinted off.

In a few moments Jai returned, her blonde hair stuffed up under a cap, the oil-stained coveralls on, and some ruddy makeup on to give her a darker complection...."How do I look?", she questioned in a funny accent, attempting to sound like one of the local mechanics.

Had an idea to pose as a mechanic and enter the compound, and then get the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Felon<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> out of here....including herself and Jamo. She explained this plan as she stuffed her regular smuggler-ish clothes into the pack and tossed it to Jamo.

Jamo looked towards the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Felon'<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> once more as he caught Jainas backpack and swung it over his shoulder. He gave a nod then gestured with one hand for him to follow her.

He grinned as he began to walk - swagger even - past the rows of ships, with their unusual passengers with skins of all colours and cargos no doubt comprising of contrabands. It made him laugh inwardly to think that he probably 'out-ranked' everyone on this planet in the area of skill at being a felon. If ever his ego felt excellent, it was now. Successful jail break out.

"Ey!"

Jamo called out to a guard who stood before his ship and jogged towards him.

"My mechanic and I want to get on board this ship and tweak it a bit."

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> "Sir... this ship is impounded. The owner is in prison."<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Yea... I know, we got sent out here by the warden to fix the ship up so that it can be implement into the," his mind raced for ideas for a name, "gamma fleet just off of Corellia. The Sith want it and they aren't happy about waiting for it."

The guard looked a lot more happy to help Jamo and Jaina once the Sith were mentioned, and allowed them to pass straight away.

Thinks that went better than expected...

Jai pushed the 'down' button on the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Felon's<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> loading ramp, and scramlbed in once it hit the ground...once Jamo had come in as well, Jaina raised the ramp, closeing them in safely.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief..."Minions of Xendor, I'm glad that's over. Can we get out of here, please, Jakatta?"

"Buckle up," he called as he jogged quickly into the @#%$ pit, starting up the launch procedings before thudding down into the pilots chair.

"Hold onto your panties and don't p**s in 'em," he mouthed, pushing the controls forward to send the ship shooting forward out of it's restraints in the yard.

The staff outside wailed as the YT-2400 swerved out into the road that ran through the center of the area. It turned a quick 90 degrees before levelling itself up and beginning to move forward, angling upwards.

Troopers fired at the ship with tiny blaster shots, failing to hinder the flight path of the now fully in flight <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Felonious<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. With minutes the ship had exitted out into orbit, and shot into hyperspace, headed for Vjun.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> OOC:<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> Fin. This will continue in the next 'Smooth Criminal' thread. :hat