[RHO type, probably going to be gaining the ability to talk/integrate with machines/robots/ships, but for the moment has been taking a page from Finn's book and not really wanting to push it with the whole Hive Mind thing. That said, he's starting to find the telepathy useful...]

One: So you need a pilot.

Poe whistled lowly as he came up to the ship, reaching his hand out to run over the surface. It was alien to him, that was for sure. Like nothing he'd ever seen, or flown. But he liked it. Even if it wasn't built like the Republic's ships, he could still see the sense in it - still feel its usefulness. Stealth on its own was a new concept - he loved his X-wing but it wasn't exactly hard to spot, even painted black. So this - this was going to be fun.

And one more step to saving everyone back home.

"Right. Who's with me?" He said, turning to see who the lucky person in the co-pilot seat was going to be.



Two: Did someone mention blowing something up? I think someone mentioned blowing something up.

They zipped low through the atmosphere, the ship buffeted with the winds as he raced towards the nearest mine shaft on his schematics. But he needed all his attention for flying, at the moment, so for the moment his co-pilot was playing navigator.

"What do you think? Will this beast fit into the mine shafts? Or are we going in on foot?


Five: Wildcard, Baby. Hit me.