Moonage Daydream
He was a pilot. This was his comfort zone. And recently, Coren Starchaser had taken his YT-2000 in for a new upgrade. Sure, the ship wasn’t going to be the best for his endeavor in the long run, but it was his now and it was faster than most its size. He wasn’t getting rid of it, and as he outlined in his plan to both AEI and the Fringe Federation, the latter more so as a courtesy as he was part of the recent land-grab during the Rapture, step one was to scout planets. Getting in and out of a system was the name of the game. He had stopped by Nar Shaddaa to pick up a few computer programs and installed them into the Tachyon Rising’s computer system. Basically the next generation of a brute-force attack on a computer system. It’d get him into the archives, maybe not the most active comms and records of a planetary system, but enough to get all those dirty secrets that’d be kept from the public eye of a world.
The secrets that in the Unknown Regions would starve a world of trade and tourism. While he was doing this exploration trip as a favor to himself, he was getting sponsored as a trade route exploration team. And that meant he needed to find worlds that were safe for cargo, and safe for passengers. Pirates they’d handle on their own, those groups always moved around. But the rest? Well, he could prevent ships from landing on worlds with a plague or monsters that ate starships. It wouldn’t do too well for a cruise liner to come along a trade route only to have the ship gobbled up by some Fin-Head creature from the depths of a planet’s oceans.
Nor would it do to have a cargo liner full of designer goods making a mid-transit drop on a world only to have a parasitic life-draining worm that would burrow through skin only to burst out in greater numbers a week leader at the expense of the host’s life. The Unknown Regions were full of a lot of things that most wouldn’t even consider as a worthwhile risk. And he was going to prove them wrong.
That was the other reason he brought along the Starchaser Holocron, recently pulled back from the South Systems and was now kept in a secure room aboard his freighter. Most of the cargo hold was converted for computing systems, as well as the new Silk products, the Silkworm, Cap Drain and Countermeasures packages. Lucky for him, when he was pulled from cryo, Iron Crown and Eridium upgraded his ship to give it a much more powerful powerplant and it was able to run a lot more modules. Removing the missile system helped, and the two turrets and ion cannon would be enough for Coren to delay pirates until he could plot the next jump out.
Some of the Dawn Treader’s records were safe, and that was mainly for systems around Bakura and around Csilla, so his start and end of the trip would be safe. But that was all depending on exactly where his sponsors wanted the route to go, and where he could make it go. There were limits to hyperspace, he knew that much.
Anyway, the Corellian was finalizing the ship prep. He had made an all points announcement for anyone who wanted to join, and sure, he never expected anyone to sign up, what, a relatively unknown Corellian wanting to pull an endeavor like that? Maybe later on, maybe when they saw the progress he was making, they’d show up. But not right away. Unknown Regions weren’t exactly the prime for looking nice. But, hopefully he’d find something.
While the Tachyon Rising was in the drydock for the upgrades from Silk to be installed, he had the engineers go over the entire hull with a base-coat of Nightshadow, made through a legitimate business transaction and actually purchased. Directly under the Nightshadow layer, Coren elected to have the Starchaser navy-blue painted underneath, and marked on either side of the cockpit were a stripe, clearly inspired by Corellian bloodstripes. Lucky for Coren, he had his brother, the Chief of the Dawn Treader overseeing the repairs, upgrades and fine tuning of the freighter, moving it from a cargo-hauler to a sleek, almost exploration focused vessel.
The ship’s floor plan was to be changed during the modifications. Opposed to being cargo focused, it was task driven. The main hold had space for two swoop bikes and Coren’s own Koro airspeeder, the one he purchased and worked on himself, a sport model with a white, glossy finish and black details. It’d be good to meet up with any representatives in style. The swoops were of a workhorse variety and would be able to pull a few containers of equipment and supplies back to the ship. With the Silk modules being added to the ship, it sacrificed the hold, and that meant Marek had supplies for about three months for two people, if they were lucky. Not that it mattered much, on this leg he’d be stopping regularly. The main cabin was kept pretty much the same, a bed, a desk with electronic and flimsi-plast space lane maps, because sometimes you just needed to draw it out, and a private refresher. A book case with a variety of knick-knacks from several worlds including a Viridian Synth-Crystal and an orange lightsaber crystal from an underwater cave on Corellia sat there, with a few other items that represented Coren and his clear connection to exploration, both in space and aquatically. The ship boasted two other smaller dormitories that were converted into two bed chambers, each with a desk, book case and foot locker. He didn’t expect having four passengers on his vessel, but he wanted to be certain. He knew that Lily Ardellian would probably chase him down at one point or another. Finally, Coren had placed a hammock in the engine bay, just in case the ship needed some TLC on one or more of its jumps.
His brother had taken the time to make sure the ship was going to be kept together and provided a pair of Industrial Automaton astromechs, both uploaded with modified and complete records of the ship and how everything should work, just in case the Rising pulled a Falcon. Like most Dawn Treader vessels, it was fitted with a tracking device and should anything happen, Peregrine Squadron, the fast-response and interceptor squad of Warbird Wing would be deployed in their modified TIE Exalts. A simple safety net really. Hell, Ethe would probably run out in his own modified H-type Nubian Yacht, the silver hull painted in an electric blue and the ship was focused for speed, and the only reason he wasn’t coming along was that the Ethe didn’t like riding in whatever Coren was flying, made him nervous and he didn’t like being away from his own ship.
This was why Corellians owned the space lanes. For one, it was the innovation, the ability to throw caution and fear to the wind and get out there, explore and do what was right. Additionally, their home ship builders of CEC (Yes, this is a shout out to [member="Ayden Cater"] or whoever is the current man behind the desk), and the endless amount of individualization that was possible.
The secrets that in the Unknown Regions would starve a world of trade and tourism. While he was doing this exploration trip as a favor to himself, he was getting sponsored as a trade route exploration team. And that meant he needed to find worlds that were safe for cargo, and safe for passengers. Pirates they’d handle on their own, those groups always moved around. But the rest? Well, he could prevent ships from landing on worlds with a plague or monsters that ate starships. It wouldn’t do too well for a cruise liner to come along a trade route only to have the ship gobbled up by some Fin-Head creature from the depths of a planet’s oceans.
Nor would it do to have a cargo liner full of designer goods making a mid-transit drop on a world only to have a parasitic life-draining worm that would burrow through skin only to burst out in greater numbers a week leader at the expense of the host’s life. The Unknown Regions were full of a lot of things that most wouldn’t even consider as a worthwhile risk. And he was going to prove them wrong.
That was the other reason he brought along the Starchaser Holocron, recently pulled back from the South Systems and was now kept in a secure room aboard his freighter. Most of the cargo hold was converted for computing systems, as well as the new Silk products, the Silkworm, Cap Drain and Countermeasures packages. Lucky for him, when he was pulled from cryo, Iron Crown and Eridium upgraded his ship to give it a much more powerful powerplant and it was able to run a lot more modules. Removing the missile system helped, and the two turrets and ion cannon would be enough for Coren to delay pirates until he could plot the next jump out.
Some of the Dawn Treader’s records were safe, and that was mainly for systems around Bakura and around Csilla, so his start and end of the trip would be safe. But that was all depending on exactly where his sponsors wanted the route to go, and where he could make it go. There were limits to hyperspace, he knew that much.
Anyway, the Corellian was finalizing the ship prep. He had made an all points announcement for anyone who wanted to join, and sure, he never expected anyone to sign up, what, a relatively unknown Corellian wanting to pull an endeavor like that? Maybe later on, maybe when they saw the progress he was making, they’d show up. But not right away. Unknown Regions weren’t exactly the prime for looking nice. But, hopefully he’d find something.
While the Tachyon Rising was in the drydock for the upgrades from Silk to be installed, he had the engineers go over the entire hull with a base-coat of Nightshadow, made through a legitimate business transaction and actually purchased. Directly under the Nightshadow layer, Coren elected to have the Starchaser navy-blue painted underneath, and marked on either side of the cockpit were a stripe, clearly inspired by Corellian bloodstripes. Lucky for Coren, he had his brother, the Chief of the Dawn Treader overseeing the repairs, upgrades and fine tuning of the freighter, moving it from a cargo-hauler to a sleek, almost exploration focused vessel.
The ship’s floor plan was to be changed during the modifications. Opposed to being cargo focused, it was task driven. The main hold had space for two swoop bikes and Coren’s own Koro airspeeder, the one he purchased and worked on himself, a sport model with a white, glossy finish and black details. It’d be good to meet up with any representatives in style. The swoops were of a workhorse variety and would be able to pull a few containers of equipment and supplies back to the ship. With the Silk modules being added to the ship, it sacrificed the hold, and that meant Marek had supplies for about three months for two people, if they were lucky. Not that it mattered much, on this leg he’d be stopping regularly. The main cabin was kept pretty much the same, a bed, a desk with electronic and flimsi-plast space lane maps, because sometimes you just needed to draw it out, and a private refresher. A book case with a variety of knick-knacks from several worlds including a Viridian Synth-Crystal and an orange lightsaber crystal from an underwater cave on Corellia sat there, with a few other items that represented Coren and his clear connection to exploration, both in space and aquatically. The ship boasted two other smaller dormitories that were converted into two bed chambers, each with a desk, book case and foot locker. He didn’t expect having four passengers on his vessel, but he wanted to be certain. He knew that Lily Ardellian would probably chase him down at one point or another. Finally, Coren had placed a hammock in the engine bay, just in case the ship needed some TLC on one or more of its jumps.
His brother had taken the time to make sure the ship was going to be kept together and provided a pair of Industrial Automaton astromechs, both uploaded with modified and complete records of the ship and how everything should work, just in case the Rising pulled a Falcon. Like most Dawn Treader vessels, it was fitted with a tracking device and should anything happen, Peregrine Squadron, the fast-response and interceptor squad of Warbird Wing would be deployed in their modified TIE Exalts. A simple safety net really. Hell, Ethe would probably run out in his own modified H-type Nubian Yacht, the silver hull painted in an electric blue and the ship was focused for speed, and the only reason he wasn’t coming along was that the Ethe didn’t like riding in whatever Coren was flying, made him nervous and he didn’t like being away from his own ship.
This was why Corellians owned the space lanes. For one, it was the innovation, the ability to throw caution and fear to the wind and get out there, explore and do what was right. Additionally, their home ship builders of CEC (Yes, this is a shout out to [member="Ayden Cater"] or whoever is the current man behind the desk), and the endless amount of individualization that was possible.
