RC-1047
A plan is only as good as those who see it through
A ARC-170 would be seen in Space. Casper slowly leaned on the control's of his ARC-170 putting it into a lockmode. What was his true purpose here? He use to serve as a Clone of the Republic but what was he to do now?
The Clone's war worn hand's slowly grasped the control's of the ARC-170, It brought back many..memories, Memories that he had tried to forget but couldn't, "Damn it!" Casper yelled slamming his hand against the console of his ARC-170.
Casper shook off the thought and what he just did, He gripped the control's once more entering the orbit of the planet, His ARC-170 was different from other's, He had painted it with Metallic staining paint that would stay on the metal, It looked like the Tiger Shark version just a bit edited.
RC-1047 looked at the Terrain of Voss, his mind automatically Analyzing it, He would do this as he was cloned from Jango Fett, His mind was always on alert due to his cloning process and such trait's he received from Jango Fett.
The ARC-170 slowly hovered near the dirt ground, he slowly put the wheel's out and slowly descended to the dirt ground of Voss, The ARC-170 vibrated as it touched the ground, He slowly turned the ship off, it took around two minutes, due to all the buttons and component's around the such ship.
Casper hit the button that would release the pilot shield above him, he slowly climbed out of the ARC-170, he slowly sealed his suit, "Analyzing, Air Signatures." Casper said he slowly hit a few button's on his wrist gauntlet.
His Result's came back, He looked at the percent's of what was in the air, "This air is safe to breathe..That's good." Casper said unsealing his suit, a white vapor would come from his suit.
The ARC-170 started to emit a black smoke, He slowly murmured, This happened on occasion, due to the ship being along for so long it had some part's that have expired. Or just gone bad. Hopefully the smoke wouldn't attract anyone.
RC-1047 slowly equipped his DC-17M slowly looking around the area for such Enemies, He was at a disadvantage, he was in the open.
[member="Arisa Yune"]
The Clone's war worn hand's slowly grasped the control's of the ARC-170, It brought back many..memories, Memories that he had tried to forget but couldn't, "Damn it!" Casper yelled slamming his hand against the console of his ARC-170.
Casper shook off the thought and what he just did, He gripped the control's once more entering the orbit of the planet, His ARC-170 was different from other's, He had painted it with Metallic staining paint that would stay on the metal, It looked like the Tiger Shark version just a bit edited.
RC-1047 looked at the Terrain of Voss, his mind automatically Analyzing it, He would do this as he was cloned from Jango Fett, His mind was always on alert due to his cloning process and such trait's he received from Jango Fett.
The ARC-170 slowly hovered near the dirt ground, he slowly put the wheel's out and slowly descended to the dirt ground of Voss, The ARC-170 vibrated as it touched the ground, He slowly turned the ship off, it took around two minutes, due to all the buttons and component's around the such ship.
Casper hit the button that would release the pilot shield above him, he slowly climbed out of the ARC-170, he slowly sealed his suit, "Analyzing, Air Signatures." Casper said he slowly hit a few button's on his wrist gauntlet.
His Result's came back, He looked at the percent's of what was in the air, "This air is safe to breathe..That's good." Casper said unsealing his suit, a white vapor would come from his suit.
The ARC-170 started to emit a black smoke, He slowly murmured, This happened on occasion, due to the ship being along for so long it had some part's that have expired. Or just gone bad. Hopefully the smoke wouldn't attract anyone.
RC-1047 slowly equipped his DC-17M slowly looking around the area for such Enemies, He was at a disadvantage, he was in the open.
[member="Arisa Yune"]