Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Aug 15, 2012 16:16:36 GMT -5
It's a steamy day here on Oatara, and the weather forecast is as follows, sunny and clear at Devil's Gateway, low ceiling and poor visibility in the Raytel Canyon area, heavy rain in...
The radio droned on inside a hangar on the planet of Oatara, mingling with the sound of fans blowing around the same hot air in the baking mid-day sun. It had to be about 90/90, the infamous combination of 90 degrees fahrenheit and 90 percent humidity. Just about typical for places like Felucia or Vendaxa, and of course Oatara.
Ervisa Therani didn't particularly mind. It was a nice change from the bowels of Coruscant, and cold drafts up a miniskirt. Plus, it was a clean start on a new world. No one on Oatara knew her, she knew no one there as well. Well, not exactly no one.
Since arriving with one backpack and nine thousand credits, the Mirialan pilot had met approximately five people. The first four were at a sabacc game, the fifth was the manager of the hangar at the Waypoint Airfield, not to be confused with the attached Waypoint Spaceport. That was for offworld travel, but this? This was where anyone could come to fly anywhere on the wild jungle planet's surface, for a price.
And with all the dangers associated with operating out of such a wild place, it took a rugged kind of person to be a bush pilot. Ervisa fit the bill, and after conveniently cheating at Sabacc like she had in the old days, she'd won herself a beautiful bird.
The Mirialan woman peeked out at the craft from behind mirrored sunglasses, admiring the shine of her craft in the sun. An RR-7700 HELICOPTER. No repulsors here, Ervisa's new baby was kept aloft by rotors, a pair of counter-rotating ones each set in a guard on each side of the fuselage. Military grade equipment, sold as surplus on one of the Republic worlds, then had the heavy weaponry removed and came to Oatara as Air Rescue. And now she was used for general utility work, transport, and anything in between.
There were also a lovely pair of door guns, just in case.
Ervisa sighed in contentment, again. It had been a long and dark stretch, but it was over now. Her time working the streets was past, and her addiction was, while still dangerous to assume was gone, was more or less behind her. No more drugs. No more alcohol. Her only vice was the cigarette clutched between two emerald green fingers.
The Mirialan pilot wasn't expecting to see someone from her past.
The radio droned on inside a hangar on the planet of Oatara, mingling with the sound of fans blowing around the same hot air in the baking mid-day sun. It had to be about 90/90, the infamous combination of 90 degrees fahrenheit and 90 percent humidity. Just about typical for places like Felucia or Vendaxa, and of course Oatara.
Ervisa Therani didn't particularly mind. It was a nice change from the bowels of Coruscant, and cold drafts up a miniskirt. Plus, it was a clean start on a new world. No one on Oatara knew her, she knew no one there as well. Well, not exactly no one.
Since arriving with one backpack and nine thousand credits, the Mirialan pilot had met approximately five people. The first four were at a sabacc game, the fifth was the manager of the hangar at the Waypoint Airfield, not to be confused with the attached Waypoint Spaceport. That was for offworld travel, but this? This was where anyone could come to fly anywhere on the wild jungle planet's surface, for a price.
And with all the dangers associated with operating out of such a wild place, it took a rugged kind of person to be a bush pilot. Ervisa fit the bill, and after conveniently cheating at Sabacc like she had in the old days, she'd won herself a beautiful bird.
The Mirialan woman peeked out at the craft from behind mirrored sunglasses, admiring the shine of her craft in the sun. An RR-7700 HELICOPTER. No repulsors here, Ervisa's new baby was kept aloft by rotors, a pair of counter-rotating ones each set in a guard on each side of the fuselage. Military grade equipment, sold as surplus on one of the Republic worlds, then had the heavy weaponry removed and came to Oatara as Air Rescue. And now she was used for general utility work, transport, and anything in between.
There were also a lovely pair of door guns, just in case.
Ervisa sighed in contentment, again. It had been a long and dark stretch, but it was over now. Her time working the streets was past, and her addiction was, while still dangerous to assume was gone, was more or less behind her. No more drugs. No more alcohol. Her only vice was the cigarette clutched between two emerald green fingers.
The Mirialan pilot wasn't expecting to see someone from her past.