The clues started clicking into place, and Raven grinned.

"Yeah, that one took a month to get, going through several traders, including a Twi'lek, a Toydarian, and a huge Wookie, who was rather possesive of it." Raven nodded, taking the Obi "Quack" Kenobi duckie from him, and placing it on a nearby table.

"Well, I didn't even have to guess that." Raven added.

OOC: You know who I am Daren;)

IC: The Modified YV-666 "Crystal Shard" was about ready to dock with the Rogue Squadron Star Destroyer when Atalya was making her run for it. On the bridge of the ship was Kalen Baathor. Smuggler, mercenary, law-enforcement agent, spy, and one-time Rogue pilot; Kalen was making a visit to his old friends. Suddenly the alarms went wild, and ahead of them they could see the main hanger and a flash of lights inside.

"What in the Sith is going on? Somebody get me the ship's Captain." This certainly wasn't a planned alert, Baathor had been given a schedule of those ahead of time.

Flying in space for a little relaxation, Tec was having fun, until an alarm came over the comm unit.
"Emergency; emergency! We have an escape Rogue Squadron pilot on a possible suicide mission. She's flying an X-wing coming out of an sd fighter bay. Name, Atalya(sp?)..."
The comm unit then went quiet as Tec shut it off and said, "Great! Now we have a possible suicide running around! Oh well..." Turning his yt around, he put on all the speed he could and put the rest on his sheilds; his lasers were set not to destroy, but cause damage. As he reached the bay where the fighter was supposed to be coming out, he flipped on his comm system and sat, waiting on the X-wing to come out. He would be waiting, and as usual, wanting to help her, but not commit suicide.

Daren again looked at the rubber duckie that Raven had been holding and let out a cheerful laugh.

"You're real cute, y'know that Skywalker?" he said in as casual a tune as he could mention.

Atalya begins to punch commands into her control panels, finalizing her launch sequence. Suddenly, her fingers brush against the photograph of Daren that she had secretly placed on her controls, so that she might always see him, even while they were flying a mission. Her fingers linger on the photograph as her lower lip quivers for several seconds. However, she then pulls her hand away, resuming the task of launching her X-Wing.

Atalya's R2 unit beeps and squeels, the onboard translator informing Atalya that the engines have been fully initialized. She nods, noticing then that she has forgotten her helmet. She shrugs, pressing her beret down on her head slightly, doubting that her lack of helmet would matter much in the mission that she is about to fly. She presses another control, and bites her lip.

"Here we go..."

Atalya's X-Wing begins to rise, the trio of landing gear pulling up into the ship. The engines glow brightly as Atalya pours energy into them, sending the craft forward. Whin moments, she is clearing the fighter bay and initializing her RADAR, however, as she does so, she spots two craft outside of the star destroyer, seemingly already waiting for her. She frowns, gripping her controls and readying herself for a fight.

"A welcoming comittee? They got out here fast. R2, get the shields online!"

As Tec watched the fighter come out of the bay, he opened himself to the Force so he wouldn't do something that would get him or one of the other two out there in serious damage before he could stop himself.
Setting his comm unit to search for the X-wing's frequency, he started to pull away slowly, slowly aiming the lasers towards the ship raising its sheilds and soming at hight speeds. When he got the frequency, he said to himself, "A private comm frequency eh? Hmmm...." Then he said into the comm unit, "Ahem. I am assuming I am watching the pilot Atalya in this X-wing? I don't want to harm you, or your ship, so if you don't mind, could I fly along with you?"

"Well, adorable, yes. Cute, maybe. Since this isn't an official visit, might as well say what you're so reluctant to say. I take it that the reason is personal?" Raven asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

From the stunned look on his face, Raven had a feeling that she just figured it out.

And, she had a feeling that.... well, Raven was just gonna see.

The crew of the 'Crystal Shard' were jumping to thier battle stations, caught unprepared in a friendly area. Kalen fumed, even if they weren't in danger they should have been able to react faster than this. Fortunately, as a long time military man, he kept his crew trained to react quickly, even when surprised, and by the time Tec was trying to communicate with Atalya, all stations had reported in as ready, and Baathor had gotten a reply to what was going on. The information hovered in front of him, projected from a small lens in his chair so that the information there was visible despite a direction change.

The report from the ship was that one of the Rogues was trying to take an unauthorized leave, a Lieutenant Atalya Pelyan. Kalen, a former Rogue, found this very odd. It wasn't often a Rogue was restricted from flight status, usually only when they were injured. Fortunately the commander of the 'War's Beauty' had included the pilots records, and a scan of those showed that she had recently been treated in the ICU area of the ship's med facility, for a self-inflicted blaster wound. Baathor blinked at that. "A suicidal Rogue," he inadvertantly said out loud, "ohh now this can't be good."

"What has Trevelan gotten himself into," Kalen thought. "Activate the ion cannons," he ordered, "prepare to disable that craft and the other X-wing if it attacks us." Baathor knew he would probably have to handle this himself, even an Ion canon shot from the Star Destroyer would leave Pelyan vaporized. He'd seen that happen far too often. Not this time. If it was within his power, Atalya would live. Inside, Kalen silently felt for the Lieutenant, only a few months ago he'd been in nearly the same place, plummeting from the sky towards an empty field in a self-induced dive, torn apart with inner torment.

He wasn't about to see another poor soul throw away thier life like he almost did, he just prayed he'd be able to stop her.

OOC: Just so you know Atalya, I've got nothing against you or anything, I'm just very against suicide IC and IRL, and have been trying to work up a background for this character for some time. Obviously, if you really want to kill of the character, there's nothing we can do to stop you, but hey, might as well try.

ooc: and hey, just so you know, I wasn't planning on killing my char. or letting her kill hers, I just had an idea that would go along with Tec's background well in this rp when Atalya posted, so...

ic: Tec noticed the ion cannons on the bigger ship were being prepared and he muttered an oath. Turning his comm frequency to the frequency the bigger ship was usning, he said, "Excuse me, but I think you can cut off those dratted ion cannons. I wasn't planning on letting the lt. kill herself, it's not something I could stand even if I don't know her." Then he swithced his comm back to Analya. "Analya, in case you haven't noticed, that dudes got his ions ready, and I know you might not like getting this from someone you don't know, but if you want I can probably get you an authorized leave if you let me come along." He made his last few words pleading; he had a problem with liking women, even though he was engaged which had a big effect on his liking women, but he didn't have a problem with being trusted by others and full of advice to anybody that needed it, or with helping other people with their problems.

ooc: I also hope my posts are understandable to those who are posting. Let me know if they're not....

OOC: I know you weren't planning on killing yourself. Btw, perhaps I mistated my actions with the Ion cannons, they would have already been powered, now they're just prepping to target Atalya, not actually pointed at you guys yet. Ohh, and regarding your posts, they're not to hard to understand, though I would recommend some work on the spacing. That would make it easier.