Post by Othorious on Sept 13, 2010 17:27:36 GMT -5
"Hope is an Illusion, only Darkness and Mayhem is what keeps this Pitiful Universe together..."
Space shivers, as a ship explodes out of hyperspace, angling it's hull towards the distant Massive Blue and Green marble. Red sublight engines flare as the ship accelerates towards the planet, the nearby star's light glinting off the single viewport. The Ship's hull is shaped like a magnet, two points thrust out at the front, while it curves around in the back. The cockpit is situated between those points, while a large quad-turret is positioned on the top. It allows the ship to defend itself against enemy fighters, but requires a gunner to use it while the Pilot/Co-pilot controls the ship.
"There it is...Balmorra...I hope you're ready for this Djinn..." Suddenly uttered a fair skinned human male, who had just situated himself down in the Co-Pilot seat. "Droids don't fear Death...Whatever We face down there...I know we can take it on... Spoke the skeletal framed Droid rapidly pressing various buttons on the control panel. Jarod managed a Smile, He know that Djinn would give his artificial life for him.
As the ship roared closer to the Planet, it's features became more visible, Mountains and Plains dotting it's vast surface. "There, That's the building..." Quickly alerted Djinn, a massive industrial factory sprawled out before them. "Take us to the nearest Landing Pad, I can navigate my way up from there..." Jarod practically whispered as he quickly rose from his seat, and strode towards the large drop-down landing ramp. He wore his custom, one of a kind Remnant XIII-Combat Armor, which fit tightly enough to show off his muscles tone. He quickly snatched the compatible Black helmet from the storage bin, and snapped it into place, the Oxygen Filter activating with a hiss.
Jarod knew there was no Toxins in the air, but his Master warned him to hide his identity at all times, better not have the Republic hounding Jarod every day. He also slung a Medium Repeater Rifle over his shoulder, better not to let them know a "Jedi" was arriving at their compound. With his entire getup on, he looks like some Alien Bounty Hunter, not the Pale Skinned Dark Jedi he truly is, and with that he swiftly strides out onto the empty landing strip.
Space shivers, as a ship explodes out of hyperspace, angling it's hull towards the distant Massive Blue and Green marble. Red sublight engines flare as the ship accelerates towards the planet, the nearby star's light glinting off the single viewport. The Ship's hull is shaped like a magnet, two points thrust out at the front, while it curves around in the back. The cockpit is situated between those points, while a large quad-turret is positioned on the top. It allows the ship to defend itself against enemy fighters, but requires a gunner to use it while the Pilot/Co-pilot controls the ship.
"There it is...Balmorra...I hope you're ready for this Djinn..." Suddenly uttered a fair skinned human male, who had just situated himself down in the Co-Pilot seat. "Droids don't fear Death...Whatever We face down there...I know we can take it on... Spoke the skeletal framed Droid rapidly pressing various buttons on the control panel. Jarod managed a Smile, He know that Djinn would give his artificial life for him.
As the ship roared closer to the Planet, it's features became more visible, Mountains and Plains dotting it's vast surface. "There, That's the building..." Quickly alerted Djinn, a massive industrial factory sprawled out before them. "Take us to the nearest Landing Pad, I can navigate my way up from there..." Jarod practically whispered as he quickly rose from his seat, and strode towards the large drop-down landing ramp. He wore his custom, one of a kind Remnant XIII-Combat Armor, which fit tightly enough to show off his muscles tone. He quickly snatched the compatible Black helmet from the storage bin, and snapped it into place, the Oxygen Filter activating with a hiss.
Jarod knew there was no Toxins in the air, but his Master warned him to hide his identity at all times, better not have the Republic hounding Jarod every day. He also slung a Medium Repeater Rifle over his shoulder, better not to let them know a "Jedi" was arriving at their compound. With his entire getup on, he looks like some Alien Bounty Hunter, not the Pale Skinned Dark Jedi he truly is, and with that he swiftly strides out onto the empty landing strip.