Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: Facemask, light body armor
Weapon: combat knife, combat rifle
Location: Charon (at Lalestra's ship)
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril; possibly Danika
Time: October 1 3075; Early Evening
Trystan wasted no time when they got aboard, heading straight for the command chair, taking the controls before looking over his shoulder. He seemed much more relaxed now. "Sorry, you'll have to wait until we hit our cruising height. Until then, please hold onto something, we may experience a little turbulence on the way up." He chuckled, nodding at the tracker as Jack and the man with the thick clothes started securing the boxes of stuff in the cargo bay as the tracker and the other burly man took side control panels. Silent signals were given, switches were flicked on and off, and soon with a jarring shudder, the ship lifted off. The tracker looked at Trystan, checking one of the scanners and then looking back at the pirate. "Sir, we have gunfire at coordinates 2-086." The pirate tilted his head, chuckling. There was no doubt he was smiling under the mask. "O'Hare, prepare the guns for a couple of strafing runs on those coords." He picked up a small comms device from the command center, pressing the small button on it's side. A slight static noise emanated from the speakers overhead. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Please be advised, we are going into combat, and planetary dogfights are much less smooth then the fight's in space. That said, please hold onto any fragile items, secure yourself by holding the nearest fixed object and preparing for the ride of your life. Good day, and thank you for choosing Kodiak Escort Services for your flight."
The ship turned suddenly, and Trystan put the handheld back in it's spot. He seemed in his element now, completely at ease behind the controls of his ship. The coords O'Hare had given him were about six kliks away, nothing for the Kodiak's powerful sub-space engines. Those coords also happened to be an Illuminati outpost of some sort. That meant there would be ships, and that also meant that whoever was attacking those ships didn't like the Illuminati. Any enemy of them was a friend of Trystan's. When the coords were locked, they sped on over, watching the fight from their scanners. They were heavily outnumbered, but that would've been a problem. They made a pass overhead, their engines roaring like a dragon. That was simply to get their bearings. When they turned, it was guns blazing. The nose pointed downwards at just the right angle, and at first the bullets slammed uselessly into the ground. When the Kodiak pulled up, none of the personell were hurt, but the ground behind them, the buildings and such were up in flames. They circled back, except this time, instead of going down in a straight angle, Trystan tilted the ship on it's side, allowing the pulse cannons to slam their rounds into Illuminati guards, vehicles, and buildings alike. So far they had made sure to keep their fire well away from the two fighters and their ship. Strafing runs could sometimes be inaccurate.
Finally, when the troops that had arrived behind the initial force were nothing but bloody hunks of meat, or pieces of bloody hunks of meat, the Kodiak pulled up and away again, flying over once more before tilting from side to side, almost as if it was waving. With their strafing run done, Trystan angled the ship and punched the afterburners, tearing out of the atmosphere and into the vast black ocean that was known as space. Trystan looked back at his crew, and anyone who still remained in the control room, laughing quite audibly through his mask. "Well done crew. Let's see if that gets me noticed any more by these Illuminati amateurs." The tracker smiled, removing his full face mask to reveal shaggy brown hair and a face that seemed untouched by all the war. Infact, it seemed almost inhuman... too smooth, too perfect. And there was something in his human eye that was unsettling to anyone who looked at it. Anyone but Trystan that is. He chuckled, standing up and patting his tracker on the back before grabbing the comms again. "Alright people, we seem to be out of the jungle for now. You can relax, nothing can touch us up here." He chuckled, placing the handheld down again, cutting the engines and waiting out there, sitting just inside the planet's field of gravity.