Yoda's Journey - WIP

The Plan

            Draygar Cumber, the former captain of The Horizon, had built the small cruiser with his bare hands. He Toiled away for years on end to finally fulfill his dream of leaving his home planet to explore the stars with his son at his side.  A dream that would be his downfall.  After taking a stray bolt to the chest over a pitiful excuse of a bar fight on Ord Mantell, the ship had found its way to Orlan. The young pirate knew his father would've rolled over in his grave if he ever found out his only son had taken the ship he put so much heart and credits into, and made it his own personal plundering vessel.

Orlan had only been in the chair for a few years but had already proven himself to his crew mates. He had found most of them at seedy bars on city-planets like Corascaunt and Calbanar. Reese, a greedy, underhanded Twilek who had a gift for Sabbacc, had initially wanted to gut Orlan after he had bet his newly refurbished blaster, and lost. Orlan had said he'd give the blaster back if Reese only considered his offer. Reese did. Carma was the tech savvy pilot hailing from Tattooine. Orlan had promised to show her the galaxy. He did. Orlan spent years gathering some of the most ruthless scum and villainy this side of Geonosis. But 'ruthless' didn't even begin to describe the 7-foot tall, dark purple beast who lay blissfully asleep in the nose turret. Koranth, a Lassat from Florum, was quite literally raised by pirates. Orlan new they needed to have some kind of experience on board and Koranth was something of a veteran.

While Orlan had already proven to be a great captain, and at times, a good man, he constantly tried to one-up himself. The majority of the schemes he and Koranth cooked up usually started off with a plan...which would eventually go sideways. But somehow Orlan always had things covered. Despite a few run-ins with the Republic from time-to-time, the crew of misfits usually made off with a very hefty haul.

The young captain had now come up with yet another insane stunt.
They were going to rob the Jedi.

"We're doing what?!" Carma screeched. "The Jedi are powerful. The Republic is powerful. We mess with them and get caught? We're done, Orlan. No more Horizon. No more credits. No more us."

Nonetheless, Orlan had convinced his crew to go through with the insane endeavor. He knew they'd never go for it if he hadn't already had it all planned out.

"About once every few rotations the Jedi take out a small shuttle full of padawans toward Dantooine. There, they jump to hyperspace. No one knows where they go after that. But when they come back the younglings are loaded to the brim with their new weapons. ..along with some especially rare Kyber Crystals." Orlan stood with his chest puffed in order to give off the idea of at least some confidence. He wasn't fooling anyone.

Koranth scoffed at the idea.
"Carma's right, Ore. This is suicide." The Lassat rested his big furry arm on the already irritated human. "If we do this, it's a huge risk. They've been generous in the past in letting us keep our ship."
"AHEM." Orlan faked a cough.

"Fine, fine. Your ship." Koranth corrected himself. Not that he was scared, or even intimidated by Orlan, but he had too much respect for the Zygerian to get into an argument about something he knew would set him off.

"Look. I know it's a risk." Orlan said "But I think it's worth it. Kyber is the most valuable rock in the galaxy and the Jedi keep it all to themselves. I say we take our share. Grab em before they jump and force em to take us with them to-" Orlan paused. He didn't know where they went.

"I think we should do it." Reese interrupted. He had been uncharacteristically quiet during all this talk of unlimited wealth. "Back on my home world, we are warriors, but we are also kind. The majority of the galaxy sees this as a weakness. The Jedi see my people as weak. Helpless. I think it's time we show them that they themselves are not so indestructible. Plus, a nice payout wouldn't hurt." The one-eyed Twilek was already planning in his head. He'd buy himself a new cot for sure. Maybe a few new bottles of Ale. "I'm in."

The crew didn't necessarily hate the Jedi or the Republic for that matter. But they had no love for them either.

"Two to two." Koranth said. "How do you wanna settle it this time?"

Orlan held out a Rhydonian coin.  A shape of currency Koranth had never seen before.

"This is why we need a fifth." Carma mumbled under her breath.

"What? Too old fashioned?" Orlan joked. He flicked the coin high. "Call it!" He shouted.

"Heads!" Carma yelled out. Her and Koranth looked at each other in disgust as the coin landed hard on the cockpit floor.