Post by Weicho IV on Sept 12, 2013 8:22:18 GMT -5
Name: Dorian Cage
Race: Human/Corellian Decent
Age: 40
Gender: male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 198 pounds
Birth place: Naboo
Appearance: Dorian from a first glance looks a bit rough, his scruffy facial hair and mid-length trimmed hairstyle shows a man of the average working class lifestyle, but his distant emerald eyes show a man of mystery. Dorian usually keeps his blasters in a dual holster on his hips or hidden behind the cover of his button down vest. Adding to his rustic look he also wears a button up dress shirt under his vest with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, this shirt is usually tucked into a par of slim fitting jeans and an old pair of steel toed boots. Of course he is never complete without his trademark hat, torn around the edges and fading in color it can be said that this hat has seen more in it's time than most living creatures will ever see.
He is a tall and lanky man, his body built more for dexterity and moment over brute strength and power. Though most of his strength comes from his arms due to his mechanical background, he still prefers the simplicity of a blaster. Why work yourself up in hand to hand combat when a short, quick-drawn blaster shot can get the job done faster? His hands most likely will always have some new form of cut or scratch from wrenching over an engine or whatever needs fixed, these wounds are usually covered in grease.
Personality: Always one with a story, Dorian can easily amuse large crowds of people often causing scenes of laughter within local cantina's. For the most part he carries himself with the attitude of only living once and often reminds others that if they live with regret then they are wasting that bit of life they loose each day. He is an optimist, a motivator and for the most part a decent man. However he loves the thrill of smuggling, where most do it for the money, Dorian does it for the thrill and often takes high risk jobs over anything even if the pay is low, however he wont tell you that. If he can squeeze more money from you, he will.
Most would describe him as a rugged old man with a strange way of talking and just an average smuggler, however those who know him would also say he's always thinking, always staying one step ahead. Though he may seem mean at first, those who have been allowed to get to know him see him as a father figure who always has advise or some words of encouragement.
Equipment:
-x2 AA-37 Blaster Pistol's [Interchangeable Laser Sight for improved hip-fire or Tactical Light to see in darker areas or to temporarily blind an opponent]
-x1 right handed wrist blade
Items on his belt:
-x4 spare 16 shot blaster power cells
-x2 flash bang grenades
Profession: Smuggler
Previous profession(s): Pod Racer, Intergalactic Space Racer
Skills:
Excellent Mechanic, Quicktime Thinker, Excellent hip-fire accuracy, Lock picking
-Languages: Common/ Basic, Bocce, Mando'a, Huttese
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: N/A
Ship: Modified Mercury-class Transport [The Albatross]
-Mods: Added Hyper Drive Capabilities, Reduced weight for maneuvering, Trap doors within the cargo bay for hiding "precious" cargo.
Bio:
Birth- 10years :[The Happier Years]:
Dorian was born to mother Landia and father Tesvalo "Back Burner" Cage on a quiet Naboo morning. Though such an event should have been the sight of great joy and happiness, his mother would never see her son grow up. Dorian was raised an only child, and his father did his best to raise him as a single parent. His early years were rather simple being the son of a well known Pod Racing champion. His father had earned a great deal of respect in the years before Dorian's birth by winning two national championships, this came only after gaining his nickname "Back Burner" for being one of the worst racers a few years before that. His father in many ways became a role model for those who were considered under dogs, souls who had nothing left to loose and were easily forgotten. He was the only racer who truly represented the "Blue Collar" hard working class of beings on the planet and was the only racer who worked a factory job. Because of this Dorian learned a lot about the values in life and learned how to stretch every bit of the earnings you have. By the time Dorian was five he was already an active member in his fathers pit crew, he had learned to wrench over an engine and even had a few driving experiences which would later come in handy. By the time he was ten years of age, Dorian already knew that the thrill of speed and the sounds of a well maintained engine were all his life would ever need.
His father caught this early on and had already begun a plan to setup a second pod and crew for his son when he was of age to race. Like his father before him he made plans in advance to support his son in whatever his dream may be but was cautious not to force anything upon him. Dorian started his racing career simple in the mini speeder series, a racing division created for the youth of Naboo that offered a first look into the racing lifestyle. Here Dorian started off great winning his very first race and taking third on his second, from that moment on he became hooked on speed and addicted to the sounds of cheering crowds.
10- 20years :[The Time of Darkness]:
By now Dorian was attending school but at below average grades, in his mind he never saw schooling as something he'd ever need. When he wasn't at school he was usually found at his fathers side working on his racer or working under the table at his father's factory. It was no surprise that by age fifteen Dorian was on the track racing alongside his father instead of being at school learning and furthering his education. Unlike his father Dorian was a remarkable racer early on, knowing he couldn't afford the price to rebuild a crashed pod he became a very cautious and aware driver, thinking of every turn and obstacle long before it showed up before him. For the following 2 years he and his father had become quite the team and had combined their winnings to further their racing paths, putting all their savings into one intergalactic racer the father son team took to space racing with Dorian as the driver and his father as the manager. Finding space racing as a more difficult career path forced Dorian to adapt to path finding, learning every race and every possible route long before each race. For the next three years the two would take another two Pod Racing championships and a second place win at the Intergalactic Grand Prix.
Tragedy however struck when his fathers long time rival Mal Alindo ran him off course and into a large pillar during opening race for Pod season, killing him immediately. Though Dorian would later go on to win that race his hate and anger toward the other racer would soon build up and cause him more trouble than he expected. For the remainder of the year Dorian went underground, he didn't show up for anymore races and even quit his job at the factory. Broken and alone he stayed inside holding onto his fathers old hat and waiting for him to tell him what to do next, finally just a month before the finals for the Intergalactic Grand Prix, he got his answer in the form of strange and shady new friend. While at a small local tavern, a human smuggler by the name of Tailio Makko proposed an offer that Dorian almost couldn't believe. Tailio was soon to set off on many very dangerous runs far off near the outer rim, they were to be high paying and high risk jobs in which Tailio needed a co-driver. Dorian however refused this offer claiming that "he still had some loose ends he needed to tie up." On the morning of the Grand Prix he was set to race again, however his rage at Mal Alindo got the best of him when he made a joke about the great Back Burner's death saying "Old dogs should know to stay off the tracks." In his rage Dorian grabbed the nearest wrench and proceeded to beat Mal to death before officials could pull him off and escort him to a holding cell.
20- 30years :[The Birth of a Smuggler]:
For several months Dorian spent his time in the Naboo prison system while undergoing a trial, things were starting to look grim as the case against him was building up. Finally the day came when the guilty verdict was dropped upon him and he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life rotting behind prison walls. Forced to never race again nor hear the sound of an engine sent him into a deep depression and for the next three years he found himself slowly giving up in the Naboo prison system. When a search began for more prisoners to work the mines of Tessel, Dorian's name came up for a prison transfer, when the time came for his prison transfer to the Tessel prison facility, the now 23 year old Dorian had all but given up until fate found him. On that morning a large explosion filled the mess hall as the cargo doors of a Mercury-class Transport ship came crashing in. Wasting no time at all he found himself lunging for freedom and watching as the ship pulled away from the prison and into the safety of space. Once aboard he found that most of his belongings were on the ship as well as his fathers lucky hat, he also found himself in company with none other than Tailio Makko himself. Having no reason to turn down his offer now, Dorian would now began his life as a smuggler.
After his first few runs he found that the life of a smuggler wasn't as bad as he first thought, the occasional firefight or close call with the local enforcement only added to the thrills of the job. By now he and Tailio had also grown close and were able to put full trust into one another as the years went on. Five years had passed as the now twenty-eight year old Dorian had become accustomed to this new lifestyle, the only issue was the occasional question about his past from those who had remembered the stories of the racer gone murderer. He fought his past so often that even Tailio began to worry, finally in a heart to heart talk Tailio reminded Dorian about how his father lived his life without any regret and did what he had to do in order to survive. Finally he could understand that his father died doing what he loved and that if he were to live on hating himself, then everything his father stood for would be wasted. With his mind once again at ease, Dorian began to study maps once more like he did when he raced the Grand Prix, he also began to learn the Bocce language nearly becoming obsessed with understanding every aspect of it. This obsession would later happen within the Huttese and Mando'a languages as well seeing as these were the most common of languages he came across in his travels. For the next two years life for him and Tailio remained relatively the same.
30- 35years :[The Lone Wolf Days]:
By now Dorian knew the routes like the back of his hand and had also learned every aspect of the Mercury-class Transport he now called home. He and Tailio even began running multiple cargo's at once collecting more pay in half the time and gaining themselves a more well known spot on the bounty boards, this gave them a bit of an ego that would soon cost one of them greatly. It was a normal run in which neither of them thought twice about, the job was to simply run a few illegal firearms, ammo and supplies from Tatooine to Utapau. However upon arrival at Utapau they found themselves in a trap set up by multiple bounty hunters, without a second thought Tailio had set the ships systems to autopilot before running out and engaging the hunters head on giving Dorian the time needed for an escape, the ships autopilot mode forcing Dorian to leave his friend behind. Watching as his long time friend was killed, all Dorian could do was run to live another day and find a place to hide until things cooled down.
For the next five years he stayed in hiding within the inner workings of Bespin's many factory and mechanical jobs and stayed below radar working only under the table and below average pay. Finally the time came to dust himself off and fall back into the smugglers lifestyle however this time he'd work alone. By now Tailio's ship had become his own and so it was time for him and the newly redesigned Albatross to burn through the smugglers run once more. It didn't take long to find old contacts and began work once more, this time with a rugged outlook and a trust no one attitude. Dorian would spend the next five years making up for lost time and learning to run things on his own, for once he was ready to live his life without regret and without looking back thinking of what he could have done differently.
35- now :[The Present]:
For now Dorian is well known for making some of the fastest run times with the lowest amount of attention from any faction. He stays under the radar and off the grid keeping to routes only he knows. Seemingly a ghost only those who really know where to look can even have a chance at finding him, and for those who seek his aid usually find themselves playing a game of cat and mouse. He is most commonly spotted in Tatooine's many cantina's or casinos telling stories of his travels or paying a dancer for a good show. Showing no signs of quitting his smuggler ways it seems to be the one thing left that makes him happy and most likely will bring his own death upon him. For the right price and the right risk level, he'll get you anywhere you need in the galaxy as long as you can tolerate his gruff attitude and dangerous flying habits.
On a rare occasion he has been spotted on Naboo, visiting his parents and walking along the tracks he and his father once raced together. Though his place in racing history may be forever he still seeks a way to become the one crowds cheer for once more. A chance to redeem himself and live his life free of pursuit would be all he needed to finally turn his back on smuggling, and relax for the end of his days. Whatever the future holds he hopes can only be brighter and more promising for him, until then he seeks only the thrill of his next run.
RP Sample:
The sun blazed over the Naboo flats as the crowd cheered loudly into the sky, the low rumble of pod engines caused the earth to tremble with excitement as the countdown began. Just as the countdown hit one the crowed would fade out as the reality of a busted hydro cooler set in how long was he lost in the past this time? With a soft sigh and a small chuckle he finished tightening up the main coolant pressure line before crawling out from the engine bay. After taking a moment to wipe the bead of sweat from his forehead, the male would stand up and glance out across the desert to make sure he wasn't being tracked. He then stepped into the cockpit of the Albatross and flipped on the engine active switch before glancing over to the pressure gauge.
"Well...all seems well" he spoke to himself before preparing the Albatross for takeoff, he strapped himself in before running one more scan, ensuring himself that everything was fit and ready to go. This detour had taken long enough and he was starting to run behind, if he wanted his full pay then he'd have to leave within the hour and make no more stops along the way. Besides being on Naboo for the last two hours was starting to bring up those days again, he wasn't ready to face them yet and was starting to think he never would. Finally the scan was complete and all engine levels were ready, without a second though he began to launch back into space before setting a course to Tatooine.
Once the Albatross was stable and under it's own power, Dorian reclined back in his chir and looked up into the ceiling, his eyes scanning over the map he had tacked onto it making sure he had planned the best possible route. If his time was correct then he'd only miss his deadline by half an hour, with that in mind he rested his eyes and pulled his hat over to cover his face as his mind filled with thought. But before he could even think of napping a warning sensor filled the air as a large vessel appeared on radar, and it was closing in fast. His heart sank and he began his counter measures "Damn filthy pirates!" He powered down the Albatross's engines before dimming all power to reserve mode hoping he wasn't spotted yet. He kept the guns on standby and waited to see what would happen next.
After a few quiet minuets the shadow of the larger ship covered over the Albatross as slowly she slid by, it was either a miracle or dumb luck but somehow he wasn't spotted however this also created a new problem, because of this ships presence he'd have to plot a new course and his planned backup route would leave him and hour behind. With no other options he pulled the Albatross of it's current course and lined it up on it's new route before bringing the ship back to full power, this time he'd keep the autopilot off and keep his mind clear of anything but the job ahead. He couldn't afford anymore lost time or he'd be lucky to even receive half his pay, once he was sure the pirates were long gone he'd turn the auto pilot back on and once again lean back, covering his eyes for another attempted rest
Slowly the crowds cheering filling the air as the low rumble of pod engines shook the ground, the countdown would begin once more as Dorian stood in the pits cheering his father on. It seemed the older he got, the more he relied on these dreams to keep him sane and happy. Life was easier back then when you had your whole life ahead of you and longed to dream on. Now every moment could be your last and you could wind up as the next one falling into a trap, back then you never thought of such things but now they fill your everyday life. For now he'd live in this small picture of the past as his destination drew ever closer, his current job soon to be replaced by another and his routes soon to be re plotted, welcome to the smugglers run.
Race: Human/Corellian Decent
Age: 40
Gender: male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 198 pounds
Birth place: Naboo
Appearance: Dorian from a first glance looks a bit rough, his scruffy facial hair and mid-length trimmed hairstyle shows a man of the average working class lifestyle, but his distant emerald eyes show a man of mystery. Dorian usually keeps his blasters in a dual holster on his hips or hidden behind the cover of his button down vest. Adding to his rustic look he also wears a button up dress shirt under his vest with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, this shirt is usually tucked into a par of slim fitting jeans and an old pair of steel toed boots. Of course he is never complete without his trademark hat, torn around the edges and fading in color it can be said that this hat has seen more in it's time than most living creatures will ever see.
He is a tall and lanky man, his body built more for dexterity and moment over brute strength and power. Though most of his strength comes from his arms due to his mechanical background, he still prefers the simplicity of a blaster. Why work yourself up in hand to hand combat when a short, quick-drawn blaster shot can get the job done faster? His hands most likely will always have some new form of cut or scratch from wrenching over an engine or whatever needs fixed, these wounds are usually covered in grease.
Personality: Always one with a story, Dorian can easily amuse large crowds of people often causing scenes of laughter within local cantina's. For the most part he carries himself with the attitude of only living once and often reminds others that if they live with regret then they are wasting that bit of life they loose each day. He is an optimist, a motivator and for the most part a decent man. However he loves the thrill of smuggling, where most do it for the money, Dorian does it for the thrill and often takes high risk jobs over anything even if the pay is low, however he wont tell you that. If he can squeeze more money from you, he will.
Most would describe him as a rugged old man with a strange way of talking and just an average smuggler, however those who know him would also say he's always thinking, always staying one step ahead. Though he may seem mean at first, those who have been allowed to get to know him see him as a father figure who always has advise or some words of encouragement.
Equipment:
-x2 AA-37 Blaster Pistol's [Interchangeable Laser Sight for improved hip-fire or Tactical Light to see in darker areas or to temporarily blind an opponent]
-x1 right handed wrist blade
Items on his belt:
-x4 spare 16 shot blaster power cells
-x2 flash bang grenades
Profession: Smuggler
Previous profession(s): Pod Racer, Intergalactic Space Racer
Skills:
Excellent Mechanic, Quicktime Thinker, Excellent hip-fire accuracy, Lock picking
-Languages: Common/ Basic, Bocce, Mando'a, Huttese
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: N/A
Ship: Modified Mercury-class Transport [The Albatross]
-Mods: Added Hyper Drive Capabilities, Reduced weight for maneuvering, Trap doors within the cargo bay for hiding "precious" cargo.
Bio:
Birth- 10years :[The Happier Years]:
Dorian was born to mother Landia and father Tesvalo "Back Burner" Cage on a quiet Naboo morning. Though such an event should have been the sight of great joy and happiness, his mother would never see her son grow up. Dorian was raised an only child, and his father did his best to raise him as a single parent. His early years were rather simple being the son of a well known Pod Racing champion. His father had earned a great deal of respect in the years before Dorian's birth by winning two national championships, this came only after gaining his nickname "Back Burner" for being one of the worst racers a few years before that. His father in many ways became a role model for those who were considered under dogs, souls who had nothing left to loose and were easily forgotten. He was the only racer who truly represented the "Blue Collar" hard working class of beings on the planet and was the only racer who worked a factory job. Because of this Dorian learned a lot about the values in life and learned how to stretch every bit of the earnings you have. By the time Dorian was five he was already an active member in his fathers pit crew, he had learned to wrench over an engine and even had a few driving experiences which would later come in handy. By the time he was ten years of age, Dorian already knew that the thrill of speed and the sounds of a well maintained engine were all his life would ever need.
His father caught this early on and had already begun a plan to setup a second pod and crew for his son when he was of age to race. Like his father before him he made plans in advance to support his son in whatever his dream may be but was cautious not to force anything upon him. Dorian started his racing career simple in the mini speeder series, a racing division created for the youth of Naboo that offered a first look into the racing lifestyle. Here Dorian started off great winning his very first race and taking third on his second, from that moment on he became hooked on speed and addicted to the sounds of cheering crowds.
10- 20years :[The Time of Darkness]:
By now Dorian was attending school but at below average grades, in his mind he never saw schooling as something he'd ever need. When he wasn't at school he was usually found at his fathers side working on his racer or working under the table at his father's factory. It was no surprise that by age fifteen Dorian was on the track racing alongside his father instead of being at school learning and furthering his education. Unlike his father Dorian was a remarkable racer early on, knowing he couldn't afford the price to rebuild a crashed pod he became a very cautious and aware driver, thinking of every turn and obstacle long before it showed up before him. For the following 2 years he and his father had become quite the team and had combined their winnings to further their racing paths, putting all their savings into one intergalactic racer the father son team took to space racing with Dorian as the driver and his father as the manager. Finding space racing as a more difficult career path forced Dorian to adapt to path finding, learning every race and every possible route long before each race. For the next three years the two would take another two Pod Racing championships and a second place win at the Intergalactic Grand Prix.
Tragedy however struck when his fathers long time rival Mal Alindo ran him off course and into a large pillar during opening race for Pod season, killing him immediately. Though Dorian would later go on to win that race his hate and anger toward the other racer would soon build up and cause him more trouble than he expected. For the remainder of the year Dorian went underground, he didn't show up for anymore races and even quit his job at the factory. Broken and alone he stayed inside holding onto his fathers old hat and waiting for him to tell him what to do next, finally just a month before the finals for the Intergalactic Grand Prix, he got his answer in the form of strange and shady new friend. While at a small local tavern, a human smuggler by the name of Tailio Makko proposed an offer that Dorian almost couldn't believe. Tailio was soon to set off on many very dangerous runs far off near the outer rim, they were to be high paying and high risk jobs in which Tailio needed a co-driver. Dorian however refused this offer claiming that "he still had some loose ends he needed to tie up." On the morning of the Grand Prix he was set to race again, however his rage at Mal Alindo got the best of him when he made a joke about the great Back Burner's death saying "Old dogs should know to stay off the tracks." In his rage Dorian grabbed the nearest wrench and proceeded to beat Mal to death before officials could pull him off and escort him to a holding cell.
20- 30years :[The Birth of a Smuggler]:
For several months Dorian spent his time in the Naboo prison system while undergoing a trial, things were starting to look grim as the case against him was building up. Finally the day came when the guilty verdict was dropped upon him and he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life rotting behind prison walls. Forced to never race again nor hear the sound of an engine sent him into a deep depression and for the next three years he found himself slowly giving up in the Naboo prison system. When a search began for more prisoners to work the mines of Tessel, Dorian's name came up for a prison transfer, when the time came for his prison transfer to the Tessel prison facility, the now 23 year old Dorian had all but given up until fate found him. On that morning a large explosion filled the mess hall as the cargo doors of a Mercury-class Transport ship came crashing in. Wasting no time at all he found himself lunging for freedom and watching as the ship pulled away from the prison and into the safety of space. Once aboard he found that most of his belongings were on the ship as well as his fathers lucky hat, he also found himself in company with none other than Tailio Makko himself. Having no reason to turn down his offer now, Dorian would now began his life as a smuggler.
After his first few runs he found that the life of a smuggler wasn't as bad as he first thought, the occasional firefight or close call with the local enforcement only added to the thrills of the job. By now he and Tailio had also grown close and were able to put full trust into one another as the years went on. Five years had passed as the now twenty-eight year old Dorian had become accustomed to this new lifestyle, the only issue was the occasional question about his past from those who had remembered the stories of the racer gone murderer. He fought his past so often that even Tailio began to worry, finally in a heart to heart talk Tailio reminded Dorian about how his father lived his life without any regret and did what he had to do in order to survive. Finally he could understand that his father died doing what he loved and that if he were to live on hating himself, then everything his father stood for would be wasted. With his mind once again at ease, Dorian began to study maps once more like he did when he raced the Grand Prix, he also began to learn the Bocce language nearly becoming obsessed with understanding every aspect of it. This obsession would later happen within the Huttese and Mando'a languages as well seeing as these were the most common of languages he came across in his travels. For the next two years life for him and Tailio remained relatively the same.
30- 35years :[The Lone Wolf Days]:
By now Dorian knew the routes like the back of his hand and had also learned every aspect of the Mercury-class Transport he now called home. He and Tailio even began running multiple cargo's at once collecting more pay in half the time and gaining themselves a more well known spot on the bounty boards, this gave them a bit of an ego that would soon cost one of them greatly. It was a normal run in which neither of them thought twice about, the job was to simply run a few illegal firearms, ammo and supplies from Tatooine to Utapau. However upon arrival at Utapau they found themselves in a trap set up by multiple bounty hunters, without a second thought Tailio had set the ships systems to autopilot before running out and engaging the hunters head on giving Dorian the time needed for an escape, the ships autopilot mode forcing Dorian to leave his friend behind. Watching as his long time friend was killed, all Dorian could do was run to live another day and find a place to hide until things cooled down.
For the next five years he stayed in hiding within the inner workings of Bespin's many factory and mechanical jobs and stayed below radar working only under the table and below average pay. Finally the time came to dust himself off and fall back into the smugglers lifestyle however this time he'd work alone. By now Tailio's ship had become his own and so it was time for him and the newly redesigned Albatross to burn through the smugglers run once more. It didn't take long to find old contacts and began work once more, this time with a rugged outlook and a trust no one attitude. Dorian would spend the next five years making up for lost time and learning to run things on his own, for once he was ready to live his life without regret and without looking back thinking of what he could have done differently.
35- now :[The Present]:
For now Dorian is well known for making some of the fastest run times with the lowest amount of attention from any faction. He stays under the radar and off the grid keeping to routes only he knows. Seemingly a ghost only those who really know where to look can even have a chance at finding him, and for those who seek his aid usually find themselves playing a game of cat and mouse. He is most commonly spotted in Tatooine's many cantina's or casinos telling stories of his travels or paying a dancer for a good show. Showing no signs of quitting his smuggler ways it seems to be the one thing left that makes him happy and most likely will bring his own death upon him. For the right price and the right risk level, he'll get you anywhere you need in the galaxy as long as you can tolerate his gruff attitude and dangerous flying habits.
On a rare occasion he has been spotted on Naboo, visiting his parents and walking along the tracks he and his father once raced together. Though his place in racing history may be forever he still seeks a way to become the one crowds cheer for once more. A chance to redeem himself and live his life free of pursuit would be all he needed to finally turn his back on smuggling, and relax for the end of his days. Whatever the future holds he hopes can only be brighter and more promising for him, until then he seeks only the thrill of his next run.
RP Sample:
The sun blazed over the Naboo flats as the crowd cheered loudly into the sky, the low rumble of pod engines caused the earth to tremble with excitement as the countdown began. Just as the countdown hit one the crowed would fade out as the reality of a busted hydro cooler set in how long was he lost in the past this time? With a soft sigh and a small chuckle he finished tightening up the main coolant pressure line before crawling out from the engine bay. After taking a moment to wipe the bead of sweat from his forehead, the male would stand up and glance out across the desert to make sure he wasn't being tracked. He then stepped into the cockpit of the Albatross and flipped on the engine active switch before glancing over to the pressure gauge.
"Well...all seems well" he spoke to himself before preparing the Albatross for takeoff, he strapped himself in before running one more scan, ensuring himself that everything was fit and ready to go. This detour had taken long enough and he was starting to run behind, if he wanted his full pay then he'd have to leave within the hour and make no more stops along the way. Besides being on Naboo for the last two hours was starting to bring up those days again, he wasn't ready to face them yet and was starting to think he never would. Finally the scan was complete and all engine levels were ready, without a second though he began to launch back into space before setting a course to Tatooine.
Once the Albatross was stable and under it's own power, Dorian reclined back in his chir and looked up into the ceiling, his eyes scanning over the map he had tacked onto it making sure he had planned the best possible route. If his time was correct then he'd only miss his deadline by half an hour, with that in mind he rested his eyes and pulled his hat over to cover his face as his mind filled with thought. But before he could even think of napping a warning sensor filled the air as a large vessel appeared on radar, and it was closing in fast. His heart sank and he began his counter measures "Damn filthy pirates!" He powered down the Albatross's engines before dimming all power to reserve mode hoping he wasn't spotted yet. He kept the guns on standby and waited to see what would happen next.
After a few quiet minuets the shadow of the larger ship covered over the Albatross as slowly she slid by, it was either a miracle or dumb luck but somehow he wasn't spotted however this also created a new problem, because of this ships presence he'd have to plot a new course and his planned backup route would leave him and hour behind. With no other options he pulled the Albatross of it's current course and lined it up on it's new route before bringing the ship back to full power, this time he'd keep the autopilot off and keep his mind clear of anything but the job ahead. He couldn't afford anymore lost time or he'd be lucky to even receive half his pay, once he was sure the pirates were long gone he'd turn the auto pilot back on and once again lean back, covering his eyes for another attempted rest
Slowly the crowds cheering filling the air as the low rumble of pod engines shook the ground, the countdown would begin once more as Dorian stood in the pits cheering his father on. It seemed the older he got, the more he relied on these dreams to keep him sane and happy. Life was easier back then when you had your whole life ahead of you and longed to dream on. Now every moment could be your last and you could wind up as the next one falling into a trap, back then you never thought of such things but now they fill your everyday life. For now he'd live in this small picture of the past as his destination drew ever closer, his current job soon to be replaced by another and his routes soon to be re plotted, welcome to the smugglers run.
