Post by Jazen on Jul 21, 2010 18:32:44 GMT -5
There was something to be said about having a ship all to yourself. Shine didn't really remember exactly what that saying was nor who said it, but he could sum up in three short words. Peaceful. Roomy. Boring. As he watched the lines that lit his cockpit with an eerie white glow, Shine pondered what had gone wrong with his plan for a crew. He had the space, the exact kind of people needed to mold a fairly decent crew. And with the addition of Rog, they had two ships in which they could use to obtain more jobs.
And there, perhaps, had come the problem. The jobs didn't come. Or at least, not enough to cloth, feed and maintain their group. Or give them a share of the take that fulfilled their needs. As a result, Rog and his friend, who Shine hadn't gotten to know very well, had left shorty after joining with them. Rog did say that if something big came up to let him know and his personal comm was recorded in the Cat's logs. Jaheira and Ry-tam had left close after, both following their own paths towards smuggling. From what he had heard, at least Ry-tam had found a suitable replacement job. Which was good.
Still, now he was all alone once again. And while he enjoyed the freedom that came from being a lone gun, it did make long trips like this one rather boring and lonely. He would have to try gathering new crew mates at some point. This time, however, he would recruit only a couple of people, those that he could trust to hang around for more than a few standard months. And maybe get off to a better start then almost scrapping their first job.
A beeping noise awoke him from the half trance he had slipped into and his eyes followed the sound to its source. The beeping stemmed from the device that signaled when the ship was about to exit hyperspace. As if on cue, the white lines reverted into total darkness, lit now only by the thousands of small dots of white that indicated the presence of a star. Taking her feet off the console, Shine brought the ship to full power and took the controls in his hands. With a simple gesture, he brought the Cat on course with the planet that was his destination. Quickly filling his cockpit window was the planet Ylesia; a planet as thick with crime and villainy as the factories that made it so valuable. Ylesia was one of the leading producers of spice in the galaxy, much of its surface covered in the labor factories that toiled to produce it in excess. And where there was spice and money, there was the Hutts. Ylesia belonged to them and was one of the few planets that they effectively called one of their homes.
As Ylesia ground controllers and defense commanders probed him about his purpose and destination; the usual junk; Shine thought about the reason he was even here in the first place. Someone had approached him on Nar Shaada with a business proposition. The man had a shipment of weapons he needed delivered right awaya cilent of his on Ylesia. Shine had been told he would be paid handsomely for delivering them swiftly and intact. The deal though, was for half now and half upon the successful delivery of the goods. When Shine had seen the sum he would receive , every fiber of his being told him this was a bad idea; there had to be another catch. But with that money, he could fix the Cat's problems and still have enough to add some new features he'd been wanting. So he'd gracefully accepted.
Now, with an arsenal in the back of the ship's cargo hold and a nice amount of credits to his name, Shine brought the Cat in on the vector the controller had given him. Inserting the data card the client had given him, Shine's holo emitter brought up a smaller version of Ylesia to his side, its form identical to the planet from orbit, although entirely blue. One red point flashed constantly in short, sequenced flashes; the location for the meet. Data also scrolled across his console, giving him data about the meet point specifically and who he would be meeting with to do the drop. The location appeared to be an old rundown spicing factory. The facility was actually still running mostly, but it had been shut down due to an accident many years before. From what he could see from the air as he passed over it, the building was quite large, with multiple tunnels that lead to other facilities below. Interesting place for a weapons drop.
With practiced ease, Shine brought the ship down towards a nearby hangar which would give him access to the facility. The ship lurched as its landing gear made contact with uneven ground, but it soon settled. Flicking switches and toggling controls, Shine put the ship into standby mode, arming the programs that would ensure no one would be able to take off with his pride. Once sure the ship was secure, Shine checked his inventory, both in the cargo and on his person. With blaster in holster, a fair amount of grenades of each kind and a vibroblade hidden along his leg, Shine activated the Cat's ramp and descended down into the deserted hangar. All was quiet and everything looked still to him. Sure he wasn't being watched, Shine clicked the datapad in his pocket to life and pulled open the map of the place to locate the meeting place. Sighing and taking a deep breath, Shine kicked his way through the rubble towards the designated point. Something tickled at the back of his neck, a feeling he had learned to interpret as this: something interesting was going to happen today. In both sides of the spectrum.
And there, perhaps, had come the problem. The jobs didn't come. Or at least, not enough to cloth, feed and maintain their group. Or give them a share of the take that fulfilled their needs. As a result, Rog and his friend, who Shine hadn't gotten to know very well, had left shorty after joining with them. Rog did say that if something big came up to let him know and his personal comm was recorded in the Cat's logs. Jaheira and Ry-tam had left close after, both following their own paths towards smuggling. From what he had heard, at least Ry-tam had found a suitable replacement job. Which was good.
Still, now he was all alone once again. And while he enjoyed the freedom that came from being a lone gun, it did make long trips like this one rather boring and lonely. He would have to try gathering new crew mates at some point. This time, however, he would recruit only a couple of people, those that he could trust to hang around for more than a few standard months. And maybe get off to a better start then almost scrapping their first job.
A beeping noise awoke him from the half trance he had slipped into and his eyes followed the sound to its source. The beeping stemmed from the device that signaled when the ship was about to exit hyperspace. As if on cue, the white lines reverted into total darkness, lit now only by the thousands of small dots of white that indicated the presence of a star. Taking her feet off the console, Shine brought the ship to full power and took the controls in his hands. With a simple gesture, he brought the Cat on course with the planet that was his destination. Quickly filling his cockpit window was the planet Ylesia; a planet as thick with crime and villainy as the factories that made it so valuable. Ylesia was one of the leading producers of spice in the galaxy, much of its surface covered in the labor factories that toiled to produce it in excess. And where there was spice and money, there was the Hutts. Ylesia belonged to them and was one of the few planets that they effectively called one of their homes.
As Ylesia ground controllers and defense commanders probed him about his purpose and destination; the usual junk; Shine thought about the reason he was even here in the first place. Someone had approached him on Nar Shaada with a business proposition. The man had a shipment of weapons he needed delivered right awaya cilent of his on Ylesia. Shine had been told he would be paid handsomely for delivering them swiftly and intact. The deal though, was for half now and half upon the successful delivery of the goods. When Shine had seen the sum he would receive , every fiber of his being told him this was a bad idea; there had to be another catch. But with that money, he could fix the Cat's problems and still have enough to add some new features he'd been wanting. So he'd gracefully accepted.
Now, with an arsenal in the back of the ship's cargo hold and a nice amount of credits to his name, Shine brought the Cat in on the vector the controller had given him. Inserting the data card the client had given him, Shine's holo emitter brought up a smaller version of Ylesia to his side, its form identical to the planet from orbit, although entirely blue. One red point flashed constantly in short, sequenced flashes; the location for the meet. Data also scrolled across his console, giving him data about the meet point specifically and who he would be meeting with to do the drop. The location appeared to be an old rundown spicing factory. The facility was actually still running mostly, but it had been shut down due to an accident many years before. From what he could see from the air as he passed over it, the building was quite large, with multiple tunnels that lead to other facilities below. Interesting place for a weapons drop.
With practiced ease, Shine brought the ship down towards a nearby hangar which would give him access to the facility. The ship lurched as its landing gear made contact with uneven ground, but it soon settled. Flicking switches and toggling controls, Shine put the ship into standby mode, arming the programs that would ensure no one would be able to take off with his pride. Once sure the ship was secure, Shine checked his inventory, both in the cargo and on his person. With blaster in holster, a fair amount of grenades of each kind and a vibroblade hidden along his leg, Shine activated the Cat's ramp and descended down into the deserted hangar. All was quiet and everything looked still to him. Sure he wasn't being watched, Shine clicked the datapad in his pocket to life and pulled open the map of the place to locate the meeting place. Sighing and taking a deep breath, Shine kicked his way through the rubble towards the designated point. Something tickled at the back of his neck, a feeling he had learned to interpret as this: something interesting was going to happen today. In both sides of the spectrum.
