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Of all the shuttles Dagos had been on this was easily the nicest. The floors were carpeted, the lighting was low but not dim or dark, there was a steady stream of air conditioning and every few minutes there was a spritz or something sweet smelling. Good luck finding any of that on an SC military shuttle or on the Nar Shaddaa public trans.
The seats are nicer than any bed I had at the temple. He thought to himself as he spread out on the seat, hands folded behind his head, digging his fingers through his hair and rubbing the back of head. Something he did when he wasn't sure of himself. Chit, I need a haircut.
He was the only passenger on the shuttle. The only living passenger any way. Dagos' droid had tagged along as it so often had since they had first met. A gold and black BD-unit, BD-NRG had saved Dagos life aboard an abandoned cruiser filled with monsters—remnants of the Bryn'adul— ever since then the droid had sort of just been around and Dagos had been glad for it.
It didn't take long for Dagos to get bored with being comfortable. His sneakers padded softly along the carpeted aisle way until he reached the side of the pilot—who also happened to be a droid, making Dagos the only living being on board.
"How much longer?" He asked the pilot droid who was nothing more than a big grey rectangle plugged into various computer consoles. Dagos was not very trusting of this big grey box that had presumably made hundreds of not thousands of safe flights a year for Force knows how many years. Joran had told him pilots needed a soul as much as they needed eyes and the great ones needed balls more than anything else. The pilot droid did not answer. It had never said anything. Dagos had BeeDee interface and provide the coordinates and then they had been flying.
BD-NRG spouted off with a few bleeps and bloops
"Thanks buddy."
As they made their approach, Dagos' mouth fell open. When Caltin had mentioned an "island sanctuary." Dagos mind immediately thought of something secluded, small, inconspicuous. Something a hermit would be happy habitating. This however was a Karking palace. He was not at all sure he hadn't punched the coordinates wrong and been taken to the Queen's home. They circled the island three times while the pilot droid communicated with the tower and it never once got less impressive.
When they finally set down Dagos departed the shuttle with BeeDee perched on his shoulder and a large pyramid shaped object in his hand, he'd brought nothing else with him save the very trendy clothes on his back.
Onemildly long cart ride later, Dagos was at the door of the biggest house he had ever been to. Ringing the bell he hoped Caltin was home… or he tried to.
Caltin Vanagor
The seats are nicer than any bed I had at the temple. He thought to himself as he spread out on the seat, hands folded behind his head, digging his fingers through his hair and rubbing the back of head. Something he did when he wasn't sure of himself. Chit, I need a haircut.
He was the only passenger on the shuttle. The only living passenger any way. Dagos' droid had tagged along as it so often had since they had first met. A gold and black BD-unit, BD-NRG had saved Dagos life aboard an abandoned cruiser filled with monsters—remnants of the Bryn'adul— ever since then the droid had sort of just been around and Dagos had been glad for it.
It didn't take long for Dagos to get bored with being comfortable. His sneakers padded softly along the carpeted aisle way until he reached the side of the pilot—who also happened to be a droid, making Dagos the only living being on board.
"How much longer?" He asked the pilot droid who was nothing more than a big grey rectangle plugged into various computer consoles. Dagos was not very trusting of this big grey box that had presumably made hundreds of not thousands of safe flights a year for Force knows how many years. Joran had told him pilots needed a soul as much as they needed eyes and the great ones needed balls more than anything else. The pilot droid did not answer. It had never said anything. Dagos had BeeDee interface and provide the coordinates and then they had been flying.
BD-NRG spouted off with a few bleeps and bloops
"Thanks buddy."
As they made their approach, Dagos' mouth fell open. When Caltin had mentioned an "island sanctuary." Dagos mind immediately thought of something secluded, small, inconspicuous. Something a hermit would be happy habitating. This however was a Karking palace. He was not at all sure he hadn't punched the coordinates wrong and been taken to the Queen's home. They circled the island three times while the pilot droid communicated with the tower and it never once got less impressive.
When they finally set down Dagos departed the shuttle with BeeDee perched on his shoulder and a large pyramid shaped object in his hand, he'd brought nothing else with him save the very trendy clothes on his back.
Onemildly long cart ride later, Dagos was at the door of the biggest house he had ever been to. Ringing the bell he hoped Caltin was home… or he tried to.
