Kerstas
Character
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Location:Demon Moon of Dxun, Hangar
Item of Pursuit: Feathers from the Anoa Bird
Number of Items Left: 6
Day One
((Any dialogue with this color is spoken in Sith, for when I don't feel like translating. For the phrases spoken in Sith, here is a good translator to use.))
After departing the labyrinth, Kerstas had once again reviewed the list, realising she'd misread a few things. It is a good thing I checked, she thought. Else I would have wasted precious seconds.
Next to the items, the names of planets were listed. These, she assumed, was where the materials could be gathered. The ones that had no planet next to them were ones she assumed could be found anywhere.
As the Buro approached Hangar 32-J, she took note of the ship which sat inside. Her curiosity piqued, Kerstas hurried inside, but was soon stopped by a human in a mechanic's uniform. "Are you...ah...Kerstas?" he asked.
The Buro looked down at the human -- he was at least four inches shorter than her -- and nodded. "Yes, I am. Who are you, and why do you ask?"
Keeping his distance from her, he jerked a thumb at the ship. "I'm Baxter, one of the folks who works in this hangar. Mr. Bane said this ship was yours to use on your quest." Baxter gave a crooked grin, adding, "A beauty, ain't she? Bit of an outdated model, but still fully functioning. The hangar crew and I fixed her up real good -- everything's updated that needed to be. She's even got a Class 0.75 hyperdrive. Not as fast as them other ones out there, but she certainly ain't slow."
The human stuck his hands in his pockets. " 'Course, she's nothing without a name. That honour is yours, m'lady."
Kerstas found Baxter's attitude to be slightly contagious, and she gave a small smile back. Of course, finding out that the surprise from her Father was a personal ship certainly helped. She made a note to send him a note of gratitude, after she'd cleaned up, that is. "It is my honour, then? Hmm." She closed her eyes, thinking. What would befit a ship as fine as this? After a few moments, an idea came to her. "I shall call her--"
"Whoa, whoa! Don't you know anything about namin' ships? Er, probably not." Baxter rubbed the back of his neck, taking a deep breath before making an I-wish-I-didn't-just-do-that face. "Sorry. Let me explain. See, it's considered bad luck to say a ship's name before the transponder is coded with it. Here, just type it down here and I'll have a droid program it in no time." The human handed her his datapad, and she quickly inputted her name before handing it back.
While he called over a droid, the Buro looked down at her apparel. "I have a few questions," Kerstas said.
"Shoot."
"What?"
"Uh, ignore it. What're your questions?"
"On board, are there fresh clothes? And fermenting fruits?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Everything's stocked and ready to go. Even credits, just in case."
Kerstas gave the man a bow. "Thank you, my friend. Contact me when the transponder is ready." With that, she turned and made her way towards the ship.
"Uh, sure. Yeah," he said to her retreating back, seeming to be glad that the air smelled slightly less like rotten rancor.
Location:Demon Moon of Dxun, Hangar
Item of Pursuit: Feathers from the Anoa Bird
Number of Items Left: 6
Day One
((Any dialogue with this color is spoken in Sith, for when I don't feel like translating. For the phrases spoken in Sith, here is a good translator to use.))
After departing the labyrinth, Kerstas had once again reviewed the list, realising she'd misread a few things. It is a good thing I checked, she thought. Else I would have wasted precious seconds.
Next to the items, the names of planets were listed. These, she assumed, was where the materials could be gathered. The ones that had no planet next to them were ones she assumed could be found anywhere.
As the Buro approached Hangar 32-J, she took note of the ship which sat inside. Her curiosity piqued, Kerstas hurried inside, but was soon stopped by a human in a mechanic's uniform. "Are you...ah...Kerstas?" he asked.
The Buro looked down at the human -- he was at least four inches shorter than her -- and nodded. "Yes, I am. Who are you, and why do you ask?"
Keeping his distance from her, he jerked a thumb at the ship. "I'm Baxter, one of the folks who works in this hangar. Mr. Bane said this ship was yours to use on your quest." Baxter gave a crooked grin, adding, "A beauty, ain't she? Bit of an outdated model, but still fully functioning. The hangar crew and I fixed her up real good -- everything's updated that needed to be. She's even got a Class 0.75 hyperdrive. Not as fast as them other ones out there, but she certainly ain't slow."
The human stuck his hands in his pockets. " 'Course, she's nothing without a name. That honour is yours, m'lady."
Kerstas found Baxter's attitude to be slightly contagious, and she gave a small smile back. Of course, finding out that the surprise from her Father was a personal ship certainly helped. She made a note to send him a note of gratitude, after she'd cleaned up, that is. "It is my honour, then? Hmm." She closed her eyes, thinking. What would befit a ship as fine as this? After a few moments, an idea came to her. "I shall call her--"
"Whoa, whoa! Don't you know anything about namin' ships? Er, probably not." Baxter rubbed the back of his neck, taking a deep breath before making an I-wish-I-didn't-just-do-that face. "Sorry. Let me explain. See, it's considered bad luck to say a ship's name before the transponder is coded with it. Here, just type it down here and I'll have a droid program it in no time." The human handed her his datapad, and she quickly inputted her name before handing it back.
While he called over a droid, the Buro looked down at her apparel. "I have a few questions," Kerstas said.
"Shoot."
"What?"
"Uh, ignore it. What're your questions?"
"On board, are there fresh clothes? And fermenting fruits?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Everything's stocked and ready to go. Even credits, just in case."
Kerstas gave the man a bow. "Thank you, my friend. Contact me when the transponder is ready." With that, she turned and made her way towards the ship.
"Uh, sure. Yeah," he said to her retreating back, seeming to be glad that the air smelled slightly less like rotten rancor.