Post by Jerek on Mar 29, 2009 11:42:03 GMT -5
With not so much as an indication the flag ship of Captain Lucian Kinder dropped out of hyperspace. The Everwind. It's black sails were barely visible against the bleakness of space. Lucian currently sat in the captain's quarters. He was reflecting on what had happened most recently. He had been captured on Coruscant, busted out, escaped to a void of space, where he met his current crew members: his Twi'lek first mate, Pala, two Jedi turned pirate, Ross and Mevan, and his sniper, John. They were, in a way, his friends.
His crew was a strong one and his ship was magnificent. Lucian was sitting in a comfortable-looking chair in his cabin, with his legs propped up on the table, and his hat pulled down over his eyes. He was sleeping. His jacket was hanging frot the rack just a few feet from him, his vibroblade was resting on a shelf, in its scabbard, his blasters lay just in front of him on the table, within quick reach. His other possessions, such as a lightsaber he had stolen, some jewelery, and other valuables lay, locked, in a duresteel trunk off in the far left corner.
As the Everwind was rocked about by Tatooine's atmospheric winds, Lucian awoke with a jolt and tumbled form his chair. Reaching for his hat, he stood up, wobbling a bit. Lucian grabbed the ale bottle on his table, empty. He placed the hat on his head, grabbed his blasters and put them in his sash belt, then placed the cutlass-style vibrosword and scabbard around him in a diagnol angle. He grabbed his jacket on the way out of his cabin door.
He walked up to the droid that was steering. Try to be a bit more gentle with my ship, tinny Lucian walked away from the wheel and to the edge of his ship. He placed one foot on the railing and leaned forward a bit. He looked down at the sandy surface of Tatooine. Someone had tipped him off that some other crew was doing a special shipment for Czerka Corp, and Lucian wanted to know what the shipment was and if it would get him some more wealth. The winds blew his jacket about. Perfect day for hunting..., he said, sneering.
His crew was a strong one and his ship was magnificent. Lucian was sitting in a comfortable-looking chair in his cabin, with his legs propped up on the table, and his hat pulled down over his eyes. He was sleeping. His jacket was hanging frot the rack just a few feet from him, his vibroblade was resting on a shelf, in its scabbard, his blasters lay just in front of him on the table, within quick reach. His other possessions, such as a lightsaber he had stolen, some jewelery, and other valuables lay, locked, in a duresteel trunk off in the far left corner.
As the Everwind was rocked about by Tatooine's atmospheric winds, Lucian awoke with a jolt and tumbled form his chair. Reaching for his hat, he stood up, wobbling a bit. Lucian grabbed the ale bottle on his table, empty. He placed the hat on his head, grabbed his blasters and put them in his sash belt, then placed the cutlass-style vibrosword and scabbard around him in a diagnol angle. He grabbed his jacket on the way out of his cabin door.
He walked up to the droid that was steering. Try to be a bit more gentle with my ship, tinny Lucian walked away from the wheel and to the edge of his ship. He placed one foot on the railing and leaned forward a bit. He looked down at the sandy surface of Tatooine. Someone had tipped him off that some other crew was doing a special shipment for Czerka Corp, and Lucian wanted to know what the shipment was and if it would get him some more wealth. The winds blew his jacket about. Perfect day for hunting..., he said, sneering.
