Post by Marius on Feb 7, 2008 17:07:04 GMT -5
OOC: I do not really know the exacts of how your ship is built.. So I hope it is ok if I take some liberties of the layout.
The dimly lit metallic insides of the ship gleamed dully, the durasteel hollowly ringing with the heavy steps of the human male walking through it. The floors were a combination of smooth extensions of the wall, with the center of the walkways being a large grid with thin slats, if one did not look close enough, they would assume that it was merely patterned metal. Yet all spacers knew what the material was, a practical device to make the inside of the ship easily cleaned, the space under it a water passage way that emptied into the refuse system of the ship. Or, in the case of many smuggling ship, like the one the Falleen woman had stowed away on to get to this planet, the metal concealed the smuggling compartments. The sound the human made as he stepped upon the mesh was a much lighter ringing noise than when he was ascending the ramp, but not the empty sound one hears from a smuggling compartment, or at least an ill concealed one.
She appeared as phantom in the pale illumination given by the thin light-tubing that ran along the ceiling, the billowy white robes making her already tall form to seem gigantic, yet still somehow retaining the elegance born of her lifetime of training. Her steps were small, yet swift, shadowing the other Dark Jedi by a few feet, the long bundle of hair that was pulled tightly back and corded off which hung from her head swung back and forth. The coarse strands grazing the back of her concealed neck under the deep hood, the end visible as it occasionally surfaced to the front of its enclosure before swinging back into the shadows. The human performed some mundane tasks, probably in an effort to impress the Sith Assassin with his caring cleanliness, yet had no realization that such efforts had not effect upon Mariani. She was a woman attracted to power, not anything else.
He ended his trip through the ship in the cockpit, sitting down in the pilot’s seat, his hands flitting around the various dials, buttons and other controls. He appeared to be concentrated upon getting this small ship into the air, and Mari did not wish to distract him from his workings and cause the machine either to not be able to fly, or to explode. She did not have particularly good associations with operating any machinery other than her Lightsaber and a datapad. As the ship began to lift off, and it was obvious that the other Dark Sider would not require as much concentration, the fallen Jedi Shadow sat in the Copilot’s seat.
She turned to him, pulling out her data pad in the same motion. “I believe we should make a stop on our way to Subterrel,” she looked down at the screen, flicking through the files to find that which she needed. “A Jedi expedition is going to take place on the planet of Kashyyyk, and if my informants are correct, a Council Member shall be attending said mission. I believe we should kill that Councilor while we have the choice. One alone with a small group of Jedi is going to be much easier than on Coruscant.”
She thought for a moment, and then a notification appeared upon the screen of the data pad. "Scratch that, we are going to Dxun. There is strong darkside energy there, and, we would be the first to get there. I have a feeling that going there will help us immensely.. "
The dimly lit metallic insides of the ship gleamed dully, the durasteel hollowly ringing with the heavy steps of the human male walking through it. The floors were a combination of smooth extensions of the wall, with the center of the walkways being a large grid with thin slats, if one did not look close enough, they would assume that it was merely patterned metal. Yet all spacers knew what the material was, a practical device to make the inside of the ship easily cleaned, the space under it a water passage way that emptied into the refuse system of the ship. Or, in the case of many smuggling ship, like the one the Falleen woman had stowed away on to get to this planet, the metal concealed the smuggling compartments. The sound the human made as he stepped upon the mesh was a much lighter ringing noise than when he was ascending the ramp, but not the empty sound one hears from a smuggling compartment, or at least an ill concealed one.
She appeared as phantom in the pale illumination given by the thin light-tubing that ran along the ceiling, the billowy white robes making her already tall form to seem gigantic, yet still somehow retaining the elegance born of her lifetime of training. Her steps were small, yet swift, shadowing the other Dark Jedi by a few feet, the long bundle of hair that was pulled tightly back and corded off which hung from her head swung back and forth. The coarse strands grazing the back of her concealed neck under the deep hood, the end visible as it occasionally surfaced to the front of its enclosure before swinging back into the shadows. The human performed some mundane tasks, probably in an effort to impress the Sith Assassin with his caring cleanliness, yet had no realization that such efforts had not effect upon Mariani. She was a woman attracted to power, not anything else.
He ended his trip through the ship in the cockpit, sitting down in the pilot’s seat, his hands flitting around the various dials, buttons and other controls. He appeared to be concentrated upon getting this small ship into the air, and Mari did not wish to distract him from his workings and cause the machine either to not be able to fly, or to explode. She did not have particularly good associations with operating any machinery other than her Lightsaber and a datapad. As the ship began to lift off, and it was obvious that the other Dark Sider would not require as much concentration, the fallen Jedi Shadow sat in the Copilot’s seat.
She turned to him, pulling out her data pad in the same motion. “I believe we should make a stop on our way to Subterrel,” she looked down at the screen, flicking through the files to find that which she needed. “A Jedi expedition is going to take place on the planet of Kashyyyk, and if my informants are correct, a Council Member shall be attending said mission. I believe we should kill that Councilor while we have the choice. One alone with a small group of Jedi is going to be much easier than on Coruscant.”
She thought for a moment, and then a notification appeared upon the screen of the data pad. "Scratch that, we are going to Dxun. There is strong darkside energy there, and, we would be the first to get there. I have a feeling that going there will help us immensely.. "
