Flying Death Metal (Marcus Rai/Dev Thread)

[Mr. OOC]

Silas was currently in a very unorthodox condition for himself. Normally he wouldn't be seen without his typical garments and face mask adorning his person, but when it came down to working on a ship, you really couldn't have those things getting in your way. So he was wearing a typical mechanics outfit, without a mask of any sort, which proved a mighty distraction for some of the crew members in the area around the TIE's. Mainly the female ones, but some of the males too.

This was because Silas was Hapan, and not that old. He was, for lack of a better term, beautiful.

He worked the spanner in the underside of the TIE, cursing at its antiquity, and then wiped some grease off of his hand and onto the mechanics garb. He'd already had to deal with a few people in regards to rank. Some of the idiot officers thought he was a lowly grease monkey because he was fixing the TIE himself. He'd quickly righted their way of thinking.

Since he was the one that had been flying it when it malfunctioned, he was going to be the one that fixed it, even though the fault wasn't his own. But he wasn't going to take orders from a lowly officer, and he was going to assert his authority over anyone that got in his way. He still thought it was interesting that one of the first people he'd met that was supporting the Order was a female Hapan. Interesting and also annoying, because he knew how the woman was likely to treat him.

"Karkin piece of crap. We need better ships than these. Stupid coffins."

[member="Marcus Rai"]

 

[Mr. OOC]

Silas was annoyed, to say the least. He stood and tapped his spanner against the crafts wing pylon and sighed. Something needed to be done about this hunk of junk and he had a feeling that no one else was going to do it. With their limited resources and lack of people in general, it seemed more likely to him that if anything was going to get done in regards to coming up with an alternative to the hunks of junk that they still flew around in, he was going to have to do it himself. Which meant he was going to have to deal with the politics of spending money on things.

Lovely.

He wiped his hands off and headed out of the hangar, making his way to the locker room, where he changed back into his normal gear. Immediately he felt more at ease, because now people would recognize him for what he was instead of assuming he was something he wasn't. It would make people leave him to his work.

The logistics office was smaller than it should have been, but they didn't have a lot to keep track of yet. As the Imperium grew, so would the department. As it was, the only person that was currently in the office was a lowly Lieutenant who stared at him with eyes as big as a tauntaun's head. Silas chose to ignore the expression on the kids face and focused instead on what he was there for.

"Who would I talk to about getting new TIE fighters designed?"

At first the kid didn't respond, and then he gulped.

"That would be Commander Talvin, sir. But he's not in right now. He was called to one of the Star Destroyers to assess repair costs."

"When will he be back?"

"He's due within the next two hours, sir..."

"Tell him Silas Fox wants to speak with him when he returns."

With that, Silas strode out.

 

[Mr. OOC]

The hall of records was a bit sparse to say the least. With everything going on, it was difficult to measure when everything would be set up to appropriate levels. Needless to say, he had to resort to accessing electronic records on the net more than he could access their records files. It was disconcerting but still got the job done. He spent several hours pouring through the data on the older models of starfighters that had been crafted for the use of the Empire and subsequently the Imperium and One Sith.

What he compiled was a long list of information that would be essential to the new fighter he was planning on designing. In the end, it wasn't much more than a list of data for him to sort through, but it was a start nonetheless. He sat off in a room somewhere, skimming through the data and settling on bits and pieces of what he wanted. A piece from this ship, a concept from that one. It was slow, but eventually he started getting a rough outline of the ship.

He just needed that Commander Talvin to return. Patience was a virtue.

 

[Darik Stele]

Darik Stele had no idea why he had been sent here to inspect some new design. The blue guy had his own people for that, why had he insisted on Darik being the one to come all this way was beyond him. Fighters were fighters, he did not prefer one of another. he just got in one and killed what ever he saw. He knew luck had as much to play in his career as his skill had. But if the day came he had to jump into a flying casket and go out and kill who ever was trying to kill him he would be ready. Many pilots had grown weak and dependent on the advanced systems of modern fighters. Give him a ball, 2 wings, and as many guns as you can strap to them and he was good.

"Major Stele, We have arrived." said the pilot of the shuttle. Stele looked out at the hanger before him and the array of fighter craft present. One of these surely was the fighter he had been sent to inspect. HE just wanted to get this over and get back to Gerrenthum. He had a card game and daddy needed a new pair of jack boots.

 

[Mr. OOC]

"Sir?"

Silas turned and looked at the Lieutenant.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Commander Talvin is indefinitely detained, but a Major Stele is here to see you."

A frown formed quickly. He'd been expecting to speak with the Commander, not this other person he'd never heard of. What he wouldn't give for the chance to actually deal with the people he was supposed to deal with, rather than this other person. But it was what it was and so he would have to deal with this man regardless. He snapped his notes shut and stood to walk over to the Lieutenant, motioning for him to lead the way.

He was led to a conference room and ordered to wait. As he did, he set up all of the notes he'd accumulated.

[member="Darik Stele"]

 

[Darik Stele]

Danik sat in a drap conference room awaiting someone. He had not been given any other information as it was all need to know stuff and like every other day in The Imperium Fighter Corps, Danik did not seem to need to know. Fly this Danik, Shoot that Danik, He is yours Danik. Life of a Ace was indeed rough. The door opened and two men walked in. On was clearly the subordinate, it was obvious. The other looked familiar but Stele knew he wasn't. He stood and saluted working out his aggression in his mind for his current situation imagining strangling the subordinate man and shooting whoever this other guy was. Oh what we must do to stay sane in the fighter corps.

"Sir, Major Stele reporting as ordered sir."

[member="Silas Fox"]

 

[Mr. OOC]

Silas waved his hand at the salute.

"This is probably the only time that standard formality can be ignored."

He set his stack of notes and letters on the table and turned them around before sliding them across to the other pilot. Within the stack of papers were several broken down bits of information about systems for a fighter. Pieces of several different elite fighters that had been crafted over the used and used by several different factions. Among them, however, was also a breakdown of what he anticipated could be squeezed into a new fighter hull that he'd hypothesized, one that would save space on their ships.

"Tell me what you think of this."

[Note: You've already seen the sub. It's basically stuff associated with it.]

[member="Darik Stele"]

 

[Darik Stele]

Darik looked over the data sheets comparing lateral thrust and vectored thrust capabilities. Notes on design principles used to develop the new craft and then finally a run down of the system and capabilities expected from the fighter. It was small that was evident, but did it have the power it needed foe the weapons and systems they engineers were planning on installing.

"I see the the emphasis is on size. I foresee an issue with the internal space and would be willing to bet the heat will be an issue. You would need to add heat shielding around all the generators and capacitors." he said looking over the data more.

[member="Silas Fox"]