Not a problem. Though we DO need to discuss the name of the ship. What are we thinking?
I looked up a name generator and got a few I liked: The Twilight Empress, The Vespira Eternity, and The Starhammer Terminus.
 

Jerome glanced around as the jostling for recognition as a pilot erupted round the table. He stayed quiet. Been a while since he flew anything serious, he certainly wasn't going to start making claims right now.
As the skipper presented them with a thousand cred chip he frowned, rolling it in his palm he licked his lips. This was a good thing. But it also meant this worm had thrown quite a lot of money at the venture, a grand each for the ground floor was a big up front payment for this group. Meant there was something valuable in it.
Meant it would attract dangerous competition too.
But the money wasn't even the real hook, it was nice, sure. The site where the Empire lost their battle station was what the captain had said, and Jerome wasn't going to turn that down. Standing slowly and excusing himself he walked purposefully out the door. He'd needed to trick the model '80 out, certainly doing it before going into danger was better than after. He knew a Niktos with a nice little shop ten minutes away, Jokuill. The conversation was brief, Jokuill kept his hands under the counter as Jerome selected an actuator for the Merr-son. As he came to pay he grabbed another energy cell and some shells for the slugger. It'd be embarrassing to scrounge for ammo.
After that it was a simple trip to the pilots depot. Alarmingly they were running low on crash kits, he grabbed one and dumped it on the counter. As an afterthought he also grabbed a couple of stimpacks.
Walking back with a hundred creds of the chip left, he idly wondered if it would be bad form to get some drugs, just to help him sleep like. Half the others seemed to have turned up drunk, or hungover. In the end he was hot and sweaty, and wanted a cool drink to much to trawl around looking for a spice contact at this moment. Later then.
Back at the cantina he dumps his backpack down, running his hands through his hair Jerome stares at the others kit, and laughs.
"We probably coulda got a bulk discount if we're all gonna buy a crash kit. So, we probably need to talk more..."

Arkuat palmed the credit chip and tucked it into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. He gave a wink and a smile, "Aye, Cap'n!" and slid out of his seat. The world wasn't quite as blurry when he stood up, which he counted as good since he may be called to fly quite soon. I guess shore leave didn't last quite as long as I had thought!, he thought to himself as he made his way out the door. The street seemed to be wobbling slightly, and Arkuat took the opportunity to lean up against a wall, pull out his datapad and make a shopping list. A few minutes later when the ground seemed more receptive to his feet, Arkuat made his way into the market.
His first stop was a pilot's depot, where he picked up a Crash Survival Kit. He'd been through that before, and didn't feel like trying to drink his own piss. Again. The kit had a bunch of useful stuff, just in case. Next he staggered into a chop shop that specialized in spare parts and quick fixes. He picked up a few emergency patches, for just in case. He stumbled his way over across the street to a street doc, a different sort of chop shop, and picked up a couple of stimpacks, also for just in case. After a while of wandering, he found himself in a weapons dealer's store. He was persuaded to buy a holdout blaster, some reloads, and a combat knife, for just in case. At this point he bought a backpack, to hold everything. Finally, he sat down at a much quieter cantina and had a few glasses of water while he packed his bag. He slipped the holdout blaster, one of the reloads, two of the emergency repair patches, and one of the stimpacks into the crash kit. His senses had begun to return, although there was still an undeniable haze from the liquor.
He made his way back to the Captain's cantina, passing by another merchant's stall where he picked up two stun grenades, simply because he felt like it. A few minutes later, Arkuat walked back into the cantina and made his way over to Captain Asichi's table, somewhat less drunk then before. He ordered another glass of water and began silently dreading the hangover to come.

Arkuat palmed the credit chip and tucked it into a pocket on the inside of his jacket. He gave a wink and a smile, "Aye, Cap'n!" and slid out of his seat. The world wasn't quite as blurry when he stood up, which he counted as good since he may be called to fly quite soon. I guess shore leave didn't last quite as long as I had thought!, he thought to himself as he made his way out the door. The street seemed to be wobbling slightly, and Arkuat took the opportunity to lean up against a wall, pull out his datapad and make a shopping list. A few minutes later when the ground seemed more receptive to his feet, Arkuat made his way into the market.
His first stop was a pilot's depot, where he picked up a Crash Survival Kit. He'd been through that before, and didn't feel like trying to drink his own piss. Again. The kit had a bunch of useful stuff, just in case. Next he staggered into a chop shop that specialized in spare parts and quick fixes. He picked up a few emergency patches, for just in case. He stumbled his way over across the street to a street doc, a different sort of chop shop, and picked up a couple of stimpacks, also for just in case. After a while of wandering, he found himself in a weapons dealer's store. He was persuaded to buy a holdout blaster, some reloads, and a combat knife, for just in case. At this point he bought a backpack, to hold everything. Finally, he sat down at a much quieter cantina and had a few glasses of water while he packed his bag. He slipped the holdout blaster, one of the reloads, two of the emergency repair patches, and one of the stimpacks into the crash kit. His senses had begun to return, although there was still an undeniable haze from the liquor.
He made his way back to the Captain's cantina, passing by another merchant's stall where he picked up two stun grenades, simply because he felt like it. A few minutes later, Arkuat walked back into the cantina and made his way over to Captain Asichi's table, somewhat less drunk then before. He ordered another glass of water and began silently dreading the hangover to come.

Oh hey I can be useful sometimes.

Destiny Pool: 1eF 2 Light Side

Guess I should get this underway as well. 
Starting money: 1d100 32
 
Starting Destiny Pool: 1eF 1 Dark Side

 
 

For those of us who just keep refreshing this page every so often, the IC thread is up!
 
 

For those of us who just keep refreshing this page every so often, the IC thread is up!
 
 

For a full comparison, E-9 stats from Enter the Unknown are in bold

Look, I know the E-9 can hold 2 years of consumables, but you guys won't be trapped in the Yavin system that long.

That sounds pretty ominous. 

Since we'll be there a while I'd like to tie my Obligation to the mission - how does Favor sound?  I'm on the mission because I owe the captain (or some "benefactor" pushing the mission)?