- Commander, we're all set.
- All right," Sugi waved her hand, saying, "to the street, and said to Osaka, “Well, let's go meet the others…”She leaned over her whiskey and quietly added: - ...the young Padawan.
Osoka was proud of her endurance, but at that moment she still jerked.
- Long time ago you...
- Almost immediately. But only because I know you. Then we will talk.
They went outside where they expected the rest of the group - four creatures. Osoka remembered one as well as Sugi herself. The tall armored figure was actually a mechanical costume, inside which there was a small, less than a meter tall, humanoid called Seripas. Next to him on an old rusty iron pipe sat a harnessesichord, a man in a prefabricated armored suit without a helmet and ... hmm, it is unclear who. Wide-floor hat covering the face, long cloak, low boots, gloves with leggings, holsters of two blasters attached to the hips. All this painfully reminded Osoka of one familiar bastard, and to believe that in front of her really Cad Bain, prevented one thing: the confidence that the noble Sugi would never confuse with someone who takes hostages.
The creature raised his hat and turned out to be a pretty girl of about Osokin's age. Her skin was a gentle blue color, and judging by the yellow shade of her eyes and golden tattoo strokes, the girl was from Pantora. In general, Osoka treated the Pantorans very well: on the planet and two giant orbital terminals she had a lot of good acquaintances, and her closest friend Riyo was a pantoranque. However, now the Jedi couldn't hold back her disapproval, and a lot of blood spoiled her by the Shooter-in-Hat.
- What is that? - She asked Sugie, not particularly worried about her girlfriend hearing her dressed like Bane.
- A fan she said quietly. - That's what we call her, Fanny. A very good two-handed shooter.
- Well, the shooter is such a shooter, Osoka nodded.
- Actually, "Fanny" is on behalf of Fanona Sich.
- You can call me Hones, from this natural decoration, Osoka showed me upstairs.
- The rest… continued Sugi. - You know Seripas, whether it's Pumbus Hievaydi or just the Bucket, it's El Les...
- I'm glad to meet a living legend - said Osoka, a little surprised that this small, melancholic creature is the sergeant-instructor that the Five of the 501st clone legion told her so much. - You've trained so many soldiers...
- Also legends, yes - he said sadly. But alas is dead.
- We shouldn't talk about the dead before work, Sugi warned. - I suggest we discuss a more pressing issue. The employer has allocated funds for retrofitting. Who has what inquiries?
- Everyone needs ammunition, I think," said El Les.
- Rocket launchers, said Kovsh.
- Destroy the station instead of taking it over? - Sugi smiled at her. - Originally.
- Grenadier packs, Seripas walked through the vocoder. - Me and Hones. It will be enough to storm it.
- Are you a grenade master, Hones? - The Bucket got interested. - What is the range of the throw?
- Enough not to get your shards caught, Osoka answered evasively. - I can with a precision blast above the enemy's head.
- Hmm, and you can't tell from the looks of it.
- Don't judge a book by its cover - said Shugi, drawing a line under discussion.
Osoka managed to talk to the temporary boss alone only a few hours later, when, having purchased the necessary equipment and ammunition in the weapons warehouse, they boarded the old ship "Oreol", familiar to the Jedike back in Felusia and Vaska. An additional seven years of extreme exploitation of heavy cargo hang on an already spattered vessel. The work of the pre-light engines was performed by ringing and whistling on the hull, and the hyperdrive at startup took a long and loud sigh, from which it was desirable to cry sympathetically. Four mercenaries were sitting in the cargo bay, barely exceeding the size of a standard assault shuttle. The seripant, having folded the hood of the armored suit, came out and worked with the "grenadier backpack" - a shoulder container for hand grenades - adjusting it at the right height. The bucket was poisoning endless bikes, Fanny was listening with undisguised interest, and El Les was sleeping with his hands under his triangular head. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Osoka climbed up the stairs and looked into the cabin.
