The rebel hangers are swarming with fighter ships, such as the familiar X-Wing.
Pilots in training start with the Z-95 Headhunters. Later they advance to more heavy ships. The strongest fighter in the bays is the Y-Wing. But lighter fighters such as the A-Wing and B-Wing are also spread across the hangers. Another familiar ship that is standing in one of the hangers is the Milennium Falcon, owned by Han Solo. He is a good pilot and technician so listen to any advice he can offer you.

"Red Five" landed his X-Wing nice and smooth in the Rebel Hanger bays. Kalin looked around and saw how it was swarming with activity here. While climbed out of his starfighter he kept his face down incase he would be spotted. He kept his helmet on as a small disguise to stay unnoticed. In his orange uniform disguised as a rebel pilote he hoped to find the one in question, who sabotaged the DNA codes of the clones on Kamino, namely Jin-Ho. But he was unsure what his further plans were. He could not report this to Vader at all, as Vader would be too suspicious why he was on Yavin IV at the first place.

He walked out of the hangers to explore the base. Everybody passed by and didn't suspect anything of a spy being present in the Rebel base. He kept on wondering what happened to Ayanna. Was she okay?
Did she manage to get to the Rebel base too? He kept on walking until he reached deep inside the war room where he saw General Dodonna himself. An unexpected surprise...he only hoped he would not detect any deception.

"Red five is it? What is your report on these suspected infiltrators? Do you think they have reached the base by now..."

Kalin played dumb

"Euhm on closer inspection by our team, it seemed to be false alarm, sir, it were just some Woolamanders spotted on the ground. They mostly hide in the trees so we didn't know any better by then, since it's so dark outside, sir."

It was a weak response, but it was the best Kalin could think of at this moment. In suspecion the general nodded.

"Okay....you can carry on..."

Kalin nodded back, he did not how to salute...or if they saluted their supreme officers at all.

"Thank you, sir!"

Kalin left the warroom in furter search for Jin-Ho.

Ayanna sprung upwards as the transport suddenly began to slow and then bumped onto the ground. They had landed, and considering the time it took to reach the destination, she had been fortunate enough not to be sent to another planet.

However, this was now the tricky part. She could hear the pilots beginning to move around and the ramp lower to the ground outside. It would be moments before she was discovered. She then looked up, and opened one of the crates filled with medical supplies, it would be a tight squeeze but she had no other choice. She clambered inside and sealed it shut as best she could. She only hoped that she would not have to hide in it for too long.

After many minutes, she could hear the transport was now alive with persons. She could hear other crates being taken out into the base. Finally, the crate she was in began to move. She could feel every bump and piece of dirt almost that was on the ground as her head continuously bumped off the lid of the crate.

Suddenly, it was slammed into place as the men who had carted it, went back to collect another. She peaked out of the opening, making sure that the coast was clear. She then darted out and ran into one of the corridors.

She was cursing Kalin more than ever now. She stood out like a sore thumb in the robes and armour. She had to find a way to disguise herself. In one of the corridors, she quickly entered a small chamber. It looked as though it belonged to a number of people, and not just one. She began to rake through the drawers and cupboards until she finally came across a white, simple dress.

"Yeesh....." She said as she looked at it, it was very much not her style but it was the only way she could attempt to blend in.

She dressed herself quickly, also adding the white headdress that accompanied the outfit. However, there was no way that she was going to leave her own clothes behind. She grabbed at a small bag and stuffed the clothes inside, along with the medical supplies and her lightsaber. She looked in the mirror and tried to neated her hair and practice smiling as innocently as she could. She sighed looking at her pathetic attempt, then greeting her reflection by sticking her tongue out quickly.

She took a deep breath and then left the chamber, hoping to come across Kalin, or someone of use to her....

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[Massassi Temples ~ Common Room]

The trip took only fifteen minutes, which meant they arrived ahead of schedule for their flight. All of them were wearing rather normal looking civilian clothing, having opted to leave the Rebel uniform behind at the base for obvious reasons. The contents of their suitcases would appear to simply hold a spare set of clothing and some basic toiletries, again nothing out of the ordinary for simple travellers.

The actual oddity was that said group of travellers were at the hangar bay commonly 'reserved' for Rebel ships. Boarding a transport there along with some other civilians heading for Corellia, they simply waited for takeoff after having gotten their seats. They were first class too, supposedly as a group of engineers working for an external company -- according to their fake ID's, that was.

Enjoying the luxury, Jin-ho leaned back against the seat, unable to hold back a small squeal as the chair followed her movement, allowing her quite a bit more comfort than she expected. Still, she went with the flow. Being one of the younger members, Dash was their 'boss' on their IDs, given that it had been his idea to prevent arousing suspicion. Nepotism happened, but not that often.

Still, the trip itself was fairly uneventful, being a regular passenger flight to Corellia. Once landed, the group made their way to a small apartment complex where they'd be housed for the rest of the week, until their job would take them elsewhere. Again, this was part of the cover up, taking as much suspicion off of them as possible until it'd be too late. Sympathisers would later on collect the luggage they'd leave behind before their mission would even have been finished, and send it back to Yavin along with yet another 'delegation'.

[The Hunt for R2s ~ R for Rebel]

Caed slipped out of hyperspace in the Yavin system after quite a duration spent traveling from Coruscant. He'd used his time wisely, going over the ship, checking for power fluctuations and any distinct quirks which could hinder its performance in the future and changing into his nifty Mordh Incorporated jumpsuit. One of the few things wrong with the ship, the right repulsorlift drive tended to tug in its own direction in atmospheric flight, but was quickly remedied with a swift kick to the control panel. The ship, despite Caed's thorough inspection, appeared to be almost entirely new. Any decent smuggling ship was far from new, harboring secret compartments, illegal modifications and the like, but the Astra Inclinant was far from it. Caed didn't mind, however. That just meant he'd have plenty of opportunity to perform the modifications himself.
Scanners indicated the only activity in the system was emanating from the gast giant's fourth moon. Caed steered his ship in its direction on approach.
Entering the atmosphere of the planet, a message crackled over the ship's communications.

"This is air controller 45B2R, state your business and approach vector unidentified light freighter," the robotic voice clamored in the cockpit.

"This is the Astra Inclinant, shipment from Mordh Incorporated," Caed replied.

"Docking clearance granted, park yer freighter in the second bay South of the main temple," a human voice replied this time.

Caed did so, guiding the lumbering Ghtroc freighter between the dozens of freighters and snubfighters departing, landing and flying in and out of the busy intersection above the base. Caed released the landing gear as the ship slowly settled down into the bay, unlatched his flight harness, grabbed his datapad containing the shipping information and jogged into the cargo bay area. He inspected the crates, making sure they were in order and lowered the cargo bay door. He stepped down through the opening, slowly passing a B1 cargo load lifter droid as it slowly stomped past him and into his ship to unload the cargo. Caed glanced around tentatively, looking for whomever was in charge to sign off on this shipment so he could get paid and start the process all over again in a day.

(OOC: Didn't know if I should RP a dockworker or whomever would be in charge...let me know.)

(OOC: Just gonna wing it, correct me if I do anything wrong or ill-advised.)

Before long, a young human approached Caed in a dirty pair of coveralls, intently scrutinizing a datapad clutched in his hands. He paused only momentarily to glance up to Caedrit and confirm him as the pilot, noting the Mordh Incorporated identification upon his flight suit.

"Alright, Mordh Incorporated. Everything here checks out. Sign this for me," the attendant said, handing him the datapad and stylus. Caed obliged, signing his name where appropriate.

"Great," the attendant replied. "Got one for me?" He inquired, eyeing the datapad in Caed's hand.

"Oh, yeah," Caed replied, handing the datapad over. Caed ventured a question as the man diligently filled out the datasheet.

"Don't suppose you've got anything needing to go Coruscant-way eh? I'm headed that way, personnel, equipment? I'm sure we could come to a manageable agreement if you've got things that need shipping," Caed asked.

"Do all of Mordh Incorporated's pilots take on unauthorized shipments after completing a run?" the attendant asked, curling an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Nope, only the ones who know they can get away with it," Caed replied, smirking his usual smartass grin.

"I see," the attendant replied, narrowing his eyes at Caedrit. "No. I'm sorry but we've got enough pilots and freighters for the moment. Maybe next time."

Caed could easily hear the sarcasm dripping from the man's reply.

"Alright, you have a good day then," he said, ducking back into his ship and preparing for liftoff.

Caed supposed he should be satisfied with the run. Everything had gone according to plan, no Imperial entanglements, no busted freighters, no long hikes through desert. His first run, so far, appeared to be successful and he'd soon be on his way back to Coruscant. He climbed back up into the cockpit, unzipping the top half of his jumpsuit, and tying it around his waist. He was eager to get this pathetic disguise off. He wasn't some boring shipping company's payroll pilot, mindlessly drifting from port to port. He'd entered a life of constant running, from loan sharks and Imperial customs officials. Unless he was lucky, he'd probably get only a few moments peace until he could get his situation with Ta'varik resolved. He decided to enjoy these scant few moments while they lasted.
He completed his systems check and lifted offf slowly from the planet. He drifted out of the landing bay and took his time exiting the atmosphere, admiring the vast jungle on the moon in all its splendor. He noticed the starboard repulsorlift drive was giving him even more trouble, probably because of the lack of weight in the cargo compartment that could equal out the ballast. He compensated for it, and pulled out of the atmosphere of the fourth moon of Yavin, beginning to plot the astrogation necessary to make it back to Coruscant. He'd be able to get a little sleep, meanwhile and familiarize himself with the ship a bit more. He'd have a long trip back...