Gaen Rhade
Character
Location: Nime, Port City of Roon.
Objective: Load shipment of spice an smuggled off through Galactic Empire space to Tatooine
Jaggalor Crew: [member=Eryn] NPC= Chubs the bulldog and Bob the old battle droid.
OOC: Crew of the Jaggalor is deadlocked. You can be a paying passenger from Roon, or someone that wants to disrupt this business. anything goes.
The Jaggalor, a YT-1300 named after the king of predators of Corellia, was nestled restlessly upon the landing pad in one the gem cities of Roon named Nime. It was a beautiful port city looking over the Sea of Roon, docks and wharves reaching out to the sea that was dotted with a variety of sea faring vehicles. Captain Gaen Rhade watched the distant horizon with patient curiosity as wind trickled his long wavy red hair. He was day dreaming of times of old, where captains that sailed such waters under the power of wind and their cloth sails. Navigating by the stars and archaic compasses and then matching them to maps made on some sort of flimsy material called paper. Such captains of those days must of felt the same as the ones today that travel the stars, uneasy staying still and always longing for the adventure. Solid ground never being home.
Time is but a blink, tech changes, politic changes but some things never do.
Gaen looked back from the sea, his dark blue hues gazing upon his co worker, partner, passenger.... they weren't labeling it. She was as beautiful as the horizon he has just looked upon, yet hidden behind the lure of looks there was a deadly viciousness and mystery to her. One that kept Gaen on edge as he kept her employed company.
"Eryn!" His deep yet soft corellian voice called out to her "Get them crates loaded! No free ride on this ship!"
Well, he was right, she was for now part of his crew and they had a shipment of spice that needed to get loaded before they moved. It would of been faster if Gaen helped but he was busy supervising her progress along with the old battle droid, named Bob. He needed to keep his eyes open for any unwanted attention. Aided by buy his true companion and friend for life, Chubs, the stocky bulldog that loyally sat to his side, tongue tangling out his jowled mouth and slobber pooling at his feet.
"You are doing great, sweetheart!" He said as he turned back to look out to the sea, knowing full well she would be crass with such endearing address, then checking his fishing rod that dangled off the pontoon like landing pad's western side. He rubbed Chubs' head, his wrinkles flowing with the movement of the captain's hand. "Isn't that right boy, she is doing good!"
The stumpy beast wiggled his tail as if it was his job to keep an eye on them and he was damned determined to do it. Gaen on the other hand was doing what a captain should do and enjoy the pleasures of life as they presented themselves and how often does one get a chance to cast a line out into the Sea of Roon?
Objective: Load shipment of spice an smuggled off through Galactic Empire space to Tatooine
Jaggalor Crew: [member=Eryn] NPC= Chubs the bulldog and Bob the old battle droid.
OOC: Crew of the Jaggalor is deadlocked. You can be a paying passenger from Roon, or someone that wants to disrupt this business. anything goes.
The Jaggalor, a YT-1300 named after the king of predators of Corellia, was nestled restlessly upon the landing pad in one the gem cities of Roon named Nime. It was a beautiful port city looking over the Sea of Roon, docks and wharves reaching out to the sea that was dotted with a variety of sea faring vehicles. Captain Gaen Rhade watched the distant horizon with patient curiosity as wind trickled his long wavy red hair. He was day dreaming of times of old, where captains that sailed such waters under the power of wind and their cloth sails. Navigating by the stars and archaic compasses and then matching them to maps made on some sort of flimsy material called paper. Such captains of those days must of felt the same as the ones today that travel the stars, uneasy staying still and always longing for the adventure. Solid ground never being home.
Time is but a blink, tech changes, politic changes but some things never do.
Gaen looked back from the sea, his dark blue hues gazing upon his co worker, partner, passenger.... they weren't labeling it. She was as beautiful as the horizon he has just looked upon, yet hidden behind the lure of looks there was a deadly viciousness and mystery to her. One that kept Gaen on edge as he kept her employed company.
"Eryn!" His deep yet soft corellian voice called out to her "Get them crates loaded! No free ride on this ship!"
Well, he was right, she was for now part of his crew and they had a shipment of spice that needed to get loaded before they moved. It would of been faster if Gaen helped but he was busy supervising her progress along with the old battle droid, named Bob. He needed to keep his eyes open for any unwanted attention. Aided by buy his true companion and friend for life, Chubs, the stocky bulldog that loyally sat to his side, tongue tangling out his jowled mouth and slobber pooling at his feet.
"You are doing great, sweetheart!" He said as he turned back to look out to the sea, knowing full well she would be crass with such endearing address, then checking his fishing rod that dangled off the pontoon like landing pad's western side. He rubbed Chubs' head, his wrinkles flowing with the movement of the captain's hand. "Isn't that right boy, she is doing good!"
The stumpy beast wiggled his tail as if it was his job to keep an eye on them and he was damned determined to do it. Gaen on the other hand was doing what a captain should do and enjoy the pleasures of life as they presented themselves and how often does one get a chance to cast a line out into the Sea of Roon?