Faction Corellia’s Ship Show | Spacer Guild

[Kole Eckttor]

Corellia
134th Annual CEC Freighter Festival

It was a glorious celebration.

All around the landing bay were thousands of different species, all mingling and partying with one another. The time of year had come again for the Corellia Engineering Corporation’s Freighter Festival. Once a year, the CEC hosted a celebration for the owner’s of their ships. Whether the model was new or old, everyone was welcome to come and enjoy the celebration.

Kole exited his beautiful ship, The Flying Bantha, and took a look around at the party. People were showing off their ships to all the bystanders. Each one here probably thought their ship was the best. Who could blame them.

Making his way over to a outdoor bar that had been set up, he purchased a drink to have. Once that was acquired, he started to walk around, enjoying the party.

More and more ships would be arriving, and the festival was only just beginning.

Spoiler: Tags

Subject 73 Red
Jaster Awaud
Kelsie Sylvan
Mondo Ohnaka
Vetru
Amea Virou
Aaran Tafo
A ARS VAMI
Aloy Vizsla
Gilamar Skirata
Tris
Davin Skirata
Eliza Steele
Cotan Sar'andor
Brie Jaxx
Xin Boa
Ria Misrani
Karr Jaxion
Chance Bonaventure
Delila Castillon
Juniper Jett
Cuan Kunn
Kaia Starchaser
Coren Starchaser
Sly Chance
Atlas Drake
Kingsley
Aeshi Tillian
CLEM
Allyson Locke
Jerec Asyr
Sylvia Virtos
Kirk Korrado
Spacer Guild Commscan Relay

 

[Jerec Asyr]

The scarred red freighter Infinity's Free was just barely large enough, with some very creative internal bulkhead reconfigurations, to serve as a mobile exhibition yard. As it touched down amidst the many beautiful boats, gigantic hangar doors squealed open to reveal a handful of custom freighters.

Offering number one was the Sanctuary, a modded YT-series that kept turning invisible, then visible, then invisible, over and over. (It had a cloaking device, among other charms.)

Offering number two, sandwiched above the Sanctuary and accessible via gantry, was an EXTAORDINARILY aftermarket YT derivative with bulbous, overcharged engine pods: the First Kiss.

Offering number three, rising from a top hold and coming down to park alongside the Infinity's Free: a gorgeous YT in silver and green, with etheric rudder fins for maneuverability just as extreme as you'd get from the First Kiss. This lovely lady was the Whistling Bird, with guns to match its Mandalorian name.

He'd sincerely wished he could have packed more, but given limited space he'd gone for the three CEC boats, all special, each one a joy.

The top of the big freighter disgorged an unfolding neon sign:

SALE
SALE
SALE​

 

[Victor Thrash]

It had been years since he came to Corellia, what with the breakage and the more stringent regs of the Corellian Confederation...Business was just better out on the Rim near the old OPA territories. Easier to slip into SJC territory or Sith Empire territory, pick up a few refugees or some of the little spice that escaped Kessel these days and high tail it to the fringes of GA space or out to Terminus or Polis Masa.

But he would always come back for this.

The Avalon rumbled in on repulors and landed without issue hissing and fussing as its landing gear made contact with Corellian soil.

"Keep the ship locked down. I'm getting a drink." The two old Mando Clankers flashed their singular, long photoreceptors in recognition. He really needed to fix their vocabulators. The bar was, as expected, full of people, mostly traders and smugglers. There were a few executive types, probably the owners of the ridiculously expensive CEC Yachts or the gilded restoration projects from ships that belonged in a space museum.

He waved a three-fingered hand and a mug of Corellian ale made its way down the bar into his open hand. With a smirk, or a Glaucus approximation of one, he flared his mandibles and took a swig of the drink and sighed with satisfaction. His visor began to beep rapidly to his wireless comlink and when he turned to see what it was he found none other than the Infinity's Free touched down nearby.

"You've gotta be kriffing kidding me..." He didn't know Jerec Asyr. Nobody really knew him. But they all knew of him. Any smuggler worth their weight in spice did. He hated Jedi poking their nose in other honest folks' business but Jerec was just too much, especially at events like this. Get a few beers in him and he started shouting from the top of his lungs about the evils of the Jedi Orders.

He sighed.

Jerec Asyr Kole Eckttor

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Galen Arterius Jerec Asyr Kole Eckttor

"Tacos! Get your tacos here!" Red shouted from the small cafeteria area. Now things were starting to pick up, it was time to get down to business. And that business was tacos and caf.

Red didn't have a ship, so he couldn't really participate in the ship show. But somehow, Jerec Asyr managed to convince him to come anyway, and work in the food area. How the hell he managed to convince Red, he had no idea, but that idiotic cretin somehow did. So now, here was Red, selling said tacos and caf.

"Get them while they're hot!" He yelled again, drawing in more people.

When he saw Jerec again... he would shove his head into a trash compactor.

This was gonna be a long day...

 

[Kole Eckttor]

While he admired more and more of the beautiful freighters, he noticed a familiar vessel touch down. Turning around he saw none other than the Infinity's Free. At some point he'd thought that Jerec would show up, he just wasn't sure when.

Taking another swig of his beer, he walked over to see wha the Ithorian was up to.

As he got closer to the vessel, the flashing neon signs finally became visible. In bright letters, the word "sale" could be seen. Looks like the old spacer was still trying to make some quick credits. His ship, The Flying Bantha, worked just fine. But that wasn't any reason to see what was on the market.

Walking inside he saw the three freighters sitting there. Two of them looked like they had seen much better days, while one was only seen ever couple of seconds. Nice cloaking device the thing had.

"Hey Jerec, you around here somewhere? I want to take a look at this one's cloakin device."

Hopefully he could figure out what model it had. It definitely could come in handy for his ship.

Jerec Asyr | Galen Arterius | Subject 73 Red

 

[Delila Castillon]

Corellia was considered her home away from home. Ord Mantell may have been where she was born and raised until her teenage years but Corellia was where she had spent a majority of her adult life. It was no surprise she found herself at the Corellia Ship Show. It was more to browse and enjoy a few days, no way could she afford any of the offerings ever.

While others were fangirling over Jerec Asyr , Delila had much bigger priorities : her stomach.

The smell of cooking meat and allium vegetables was drawing her closer to a man with wild,red hair ( Subject 73 Red ). Bonus : no line, no waiting. She drew closer to the booth and offered a small smile to the man working the food stall.

"The caf isn't watered down is it?"

 

[Mondo Ohnaka]

When the El Dorado touched down at the landing bay, Mondo found himself feeling rather excited to be back on Corellia. He had not had the pleasure of touching down on this planet in a long while. After all, piracy is a busy business! As Mondo opened up the ship's door, one of his crew approached.

"Hey boss, how did you even get approved to be here? Isn't this place a little... open for us?"

He snapped around and shoved a finger in the man's face.

"What did I tell you about questioning your captain?! It doesn't matter who I bribed, er, asked, to get here! Besides, who can deny the presence of the great and venerable Mondo Ohnaka?"

He gave the crew member a slap on the shoulder.

"Now just sit back, and enjoy the show. Who knows? Maybe we'll find something to buy... or borrow... or steal... or all three! Now lets go find a drink!"

They exited the El Dorado, taking in their surroundings as they made their way through the landing bay.

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Jerec Asyr Subject 73 Red Galen Arterius Kole Eckttor Delila Castillon​