Post by Ronneh on Aug 15, 2010 23:25:03 GMT -5
THE STORY CONTINUES! OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT.
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Short, fat columns of dust and vapor shot out in every direction as Fortunato, newest conquest of Captain Ron of the Osk Company, slowly landed within one of the many hangars on Osk 91. Like most of the early YT series, Fortunato was about as presentable as an outer rim trash barge- and certainly had seen about as much service as one.
"Alright, big systems update." Ron said, as he exited the cockpit area. I want a full status report!" They had spent the last day and a half orbiting the planet while making checks on the ship, and this the morning after marked the last of them, as well as the actual landing date.
"Not again; who died and made him Captain?" Nova grumbled to herself.
Practically speaking Fortunato shouldn't have even been airborne, at least not in the current day and age. Ancient by all accounts (she was released at the tail end of her model in 80 BBY), and outdated in nearly every way; it was a miracle that she even continued to see use. Fortunately, the ship had a few invaluable qualities to it which made it nearly impossible to discard her for another. She was the best when it came to Navigation and Stealth, and she had one of the best damn power generators that ever came out of the shipyards in Kuat.
"Dmitri," Ron continued, "what's what with the power system?"
The power system of the ship was out-rigged, over-sized, and produced three times as much power as any normal ship of that size required. Originally designed as the power supply system of an Imperial capitol ship, it was incredibly massive (its width was the full length of the bow of the ship)- even though four generations of previous owners did their best to scale it down to a workable size. Eventually it became evident that the repairs would soon become redundant, and rather than risk further damage to the ship, the third owner decided to think outside the box. The power system was removed from the engineering room, an open hole was cut in the hull of the ship, and the power engine was lowered in halfway. The edges were sealed, and ramparts were built over it so that mechanics could access any part of it with ease. A protective shield was built around the lower half to prevent damage from space and atmospheric particles.
"Seems fine to me, but I'm no mechanic." Dmitri replied. Satisfied with this answer, Ron called down the walkway to the main terminal chamber.
"Nova, nav system update- pronto!"
The navigation system was the crown jewel of the ship, as well as the newest installation of modifications. Stolen in 2 ABY, the v system was originally imperial hardware that was stolen before it could see action. Though it was unclear to anyone exactly where or how it was stolen (no one of the current crew were part of the job) it was assumed that the extremely expensive technology was going to be installed aboard a Star Destroyer of some kind. Their loss.
Regardless of it's lucrative obtainment, the nav system was one of a kind in two ways. First, that it was completely maintained and ran by an artificial intelligence computer. If sex counted for anything, the AI was of the female persuasion, and was nicknamed "Brandi" by the captain who claimed her (after his favorite alcoholic drink). She was smart, observant, and sexy in so far as her self designed holographic form allowed her to be. She had databases full of information on every known planet in 2ABY and was constantly adding to that information as time went on. The nav system was probably the most useful thing on the Fortunato. And Ron was completely oblivious of the fact. As he had not had the time to inspect the suspiciously complicated looking nav system, he had no idea that the ship was partially under the control of a pirated imperial project. His loss.
"Looks fine to me." Nova shouted back. She didn't know about the AI technology either, only Jev did- and he purposely made himself busy in the cargo area just for that reason. "Can we leave now?"
"I guess." Ron said. He turned away and headed for the exit ramp just in time for him not to notice Dmitri hiding away beneath the floor panels of the engineering room.
The last modification of the Fortunato was the most dangerous of them all. An experimental cloaking device not only capable of distorting all sounds and signals produced by the ship, but also capable of temporarily rendering the ship invisible. It operated based on a poorly rigged, hardwired stygium crystal. Both extremely rare, and incredibly illegal in nearly every known system- it was very nearly not worth the trouble of smuggling it away on the ship. It was very small in comparison to the other modifications of the ship, only about four feet long and a couple feet tall. But it required an incredible amount of power and was the soul reason why the Fortunato was so generously powered. A small log terminal beside the device was kept for whenever the cloaking ability was to be used. Many times the logs read that the ship was very nearly killed from the near-instant frost because of the power loss after initiating the crystal The cloaking device was rarely used, and was only known to a few of the many crew members aboard the ship. Dmitri discovered it by accident.
Dmitri was the last to leave the ship. He stood besides Ron, proud and happy to be a pirate at last, as Ron addressed the rest of the crew.
"This is it." he started. "Thanks for helping me get here, I couldn't have done it myself." He tossed a datapad to Jev the bothan. "I wrote down some tips on the best vendors here for when you sell your goods. Most of them are dirt bags, but there's a few I trust."
He shuffled awkwardly and said to Dmitri, "You any good at making goodbye speeches?"
Dmitri shrugged and grinned at his former crew members, "Thanks for leavin' guys. I get a bigger cut of the loot now!"
After Ron finished his half-hearted goodbyes, and Dmitri offered his full hearted gratitude, the rest of the crew headed off to sell the goods and use some of the proceeds to get them off the Osker planet. As they all followed Jev, who was pushing the cargo on a rented hovercart, they all had regrets about leaving their ship behind. Regrets that would increase very, very quickly.
It was only moments later that they wished that they had all been back on the Fortunato. Before they could even leave the hangar, they watched in shock as their former captain stormed into the spaceport main lobby, dragging behind him a young woman with a shock of long red hair, and pointing a blaster straight for what he considered to be their 'mutinous little party'.
"There they are!" he yelled. "The mutineers!"
It was only a matter of seconds before the entire crew was turned around by the fear of the former captain. Each one of them secretly hoped that Ron would be ready for trouble by the time they got back to the Fortunato. As foolhardy and reckless as Ron was, his antics and leadership were head and shoulders above the man who wanted them dead. Perhaps they were destined to remain in the company of Ron for a longer time than they expected.
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TINK IS NOW IN SHOOTING DISTANCE OF HER NEWEST HOME, AND EVERYONE IS BACK FOR THE FAMILY REUNION. DON'T MAKE MY POST LOOK LONELY.
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Short, fat columns of dust and vapor shot out in every direction as Fortunato, newest conquest of Captain Ron of the Osk Company, slowly landed within one of the many hangars on Osk 91. Like most of the early YT series, Fortunato was about as presentable as an outer rim trash barge- and certainly had seen about as much service as one.
"Alright, big systems update." Ron said, as he exited the cockpit area. I want a full status report!" They had spent the last day and a half orbiting the planet while making checks on the ship, and this the morning after marked the last of them, as well as the actual landing date.
"Not again; who died and made him Captain?" Nova grumbled to herself.
Practically speaking Fortunato shouldn't have even been airborne, at least not in the current day and age. Ancient by all accounts (she was released at the tail end of her model in 80 BBY), and outdated in nearly every way; it was a miracle that she even continued to see use. Fortunately, the ship had a few invaluable qualities to it which made it nearly impossible to discard her for another. She was the best when it came to Navigation and Stealth, and she had one of the best damn power generators that ever came out of the shipyards in Kuat.
"Dmitri," Ron continued, "what's what with the power system?"
The power system of the ship was out-rigged, over-sized, and produced three times as much power as any normal ship of that size required. Originally designed as the power supply system of an Imperial capitol ship, it was incredibly massive (its width was the full length of the bow of the ship)- even though four generations of previous owners did their best to scale it down to a workable size. Eventually it became evident that the repairs would soon become redundant, and rather than risk further damage to the ship, the third owner decided to think outside the box. The power system was removed from the engineering room, an open hole was cut in the hull of the ship, and the power engine was lowered in halfway. The edges were sealed, and ramparts were built over it so that mechanics could access any part of it with ease. A protective shield was built around the lower half to prevent damage from space and atmospheric particles.
"Seems fine to me, but I'm no mechanic." Dmitri replied. Satisfied with this answer, Ron called down the walkway to the main terminal chamber.
"Nova, nav system update- pronto!"
The navigation system was the crown jewel of the ship, as well as the newest installation of modifications. Stolen in 2 ABY, the v system was originally imperial hardware that was stolen before it could see action. Though it was unclear to anyone exactly where or how it was stolen (no one of the current crew were part of the job) it was assumed that the extremely expensive technology was going to be installed aboard a Star Destroyer of some kind. Their loss.
Regardless of it's lucrative obtainment, the nav system was one of a kind in two ways. First, that it was completely maintained and ran by an artificial intelligence computer. If sex counted for anything, the AI was of the female persuasion, and was nicknamed "Brandi" by the captain who claimed her (after his favorite alcoholic drink). She was smart, observant, and sexy in so far as her self designed holographic form allowed her to be. She had databases full of information on every known planet in 2ABY and was constantly adding to that information as time went on. The nav system was probably the most useful thing on the Fortunato. And Ron was completely oblivious of the fact. As he had not had the time to inspect the suspiciously complicated looking nav system, he had no idea that the ship was partially under the control of a pirated imperial project. His loss.
"Looks fine to me." Nova shouted back. She didn't know about the AI technology either, only Jev did- and he purposely made himself busy in the cargo area just for that reason. "Can we leave now?"
"I guess." Ron said. He turned away and headed for the exit ramp just in time for him not to notice Dmitri hiding away beneath the floor panels of the engineering room.
The last modification of the Fortunato was the most dangerous of them all. An experimental cloaking device not only capable of distorting all sounds and signals produced by the ship, but also capable of temporarily rendering the ship invisible. It operated based on a poorly rigged, hardwired stygium crystal. Both extremely rare, and incredibly illegal in nearly every known system- it was very nearly not worth the trouble of smuggling it away on the ship. It was very small in comparison to the other modifications of the ship, only about four feet long and a couple feet tall. But it required an incredible amount of power and was the soul reason why the Fortunato was so generously powered. A small log terminal beside the device was kept for whenever the cloaking ability was to be used. Many times the logs read that the ship was very nearly killed from the near-instant frost because of the power loss after initiating the crystal The cloaking device was rarely used, and was only known to a few of the many crew members aboard the ship. Dmitri discovered it by accident.
Dmitri was the last to leave the ship. He stood besides Ron, proud and happy to be a pirate at last, as Ron addressed the rest of the crew.
"This is it." he started. "Thanks for helping me get here, I couldn't have done it myself." He tossed a datapad to Jev the bothan. "I wrote down some tips on the best vendors here for when you sell your goods. Most of them are dirt bags, but there's a few I trust."
He shuffled awkwardly and said to Dmitri, "You any good at making goodbye speeches?"
Dmitri shrugged and grinned at his former crew members, "Thanks for leavin' guys. I get a bigger cut of the loot now!"
After Ron finished his half-hearted goodbyes, and Dmitri offered his full hearted gratitude, the rest of the crew headed off to sell the goods and use some of the proceeds to get them off the Osker planet. As they all followed Jev, who was pushing the cargo on a rented hovercart, they all had regrets about leaving their ship behind. Regrets that would increase very, very quickly.
It was only moments later that they wished that they had all been back on the Fortunato. Before they could even leave the hangar, they watched in shock as their former captain stormed into the spaceport main lobby, dragging behind him a young woman with a shock of long red hair, and pointing a blaster straight for what he considered to be their 'mutinous little party'.
"There they are!" he yelled. "The mutineers!"
It was only a matter of seconds before the entire crew was turned around by the fear of the former captain. Each one of them secretly hoped that Ron would be ready for trouble by the time they got back to the Fortunato. As foolhardy and reckless as Ron was, his antics and leadership were head and shoulders above the man who wanted them dead. Perhaps they were destined to remain in the company of Ron for a longer time than they expected.
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TINK IS NOW IN SHOOTING DISTANCE OF HER NEWEST HOME, AND EVERYONE IS BACK FOR THE FAMILY REUNION. DON'T MAKE MY POST LOOK LONELY.