Man...this needs some upgrades

[KeCholo]

Slave I is currently sitting in the newly installed hanger of Tek-1. Ke'Cholo observed the vessel, walking around it. His head mechanic, T'Chungo, and some of the smarter Gasiirs were watching Ke'Cholo pace around the old ship. Ke'Cholo eventually stopped and spoke to T'Chungo.


''What do you mean, 'It's not safe to drive?''' he asked the mechanic, himself looking frustrated.

''I believe he means that the vessel is dangerous t-'' one of the Gasiirs spoke up. Ke'Cholo shot him a dirty look and interrupted him.

''I know it's not safe to drive, but why.'' he interrupted, angered with the Gasiirian's frankness.

''Weezo Weee Wezooo'' T'Chungo whistled.

''How much?'' Ke'Cholo asked.
T'Chungo, in response, held up a datapad with an extremely large figure.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo suddenly became infuriated, kicking the old ship giving up a satisfying thud. He roared in anger as he saw the figure, it was extremely high. He began to pace back and forth, around the ship.

''This ship isn't worth that much!!'' Ke'Cholo referenced to the hanger around him. He continued to pace around the ship, trying to think of some scheme of plan to get him those credits.

''What is the majority of that cost?''\

''Parts.'' one of the Gasiirs interrupted.

''This Firespray model is extremely rare, only a handful were made and spare parts were
not distributed, meaning the only other way to repair such a vessel would be to find another one and strip the parts you need.''

''AKA Impossible since these things were produced 800 years ago.''

''Not necessarily, upon a diagnostic scan we discovered that this ship is comprised of two sets of parts, the original and another one that was drafted in. This implies that the owner had-''

''Another one! That motherkarker Boba has another Firespray hidden somewhere!''

 

[KeCholo]

''Can you run a scan, see if there are any...secret compartments?''

''It will take only a moment.'' the head Gasiirian responded.

The Gasiirians grouped up around a terminal that had wires attached to Ke'Cholo's ship and pressed several buttons. A faint whirl could be heard as the scanning software and machinery booted up. The Gasiirians stepped back and watched a small probe droid exit from the terminal and scan the entire ship with a soft blue light. It took only a moment for the swift droid to go over the entire inside and outside of the ship before it was done.

''What'd it find?'' Ke'Cholo impatiently asked the Gasiirians.

''No luck...'' the Gasiir said ''Only found one.''

Ke'Cholo grinned with excitement.

''Where?'' he inquired.

''Inside the vessel, under the cockpit's dashboard, left side.''

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo climbed the slanted walkway into the ship. He glanced around to find a few Gasiirs inside, fixing some odds-and-ends. These Gasiirs were not like the other, these ones were green and blue, the grunts of the operation.

''Your vessel is in good hands, sir.'' the foreman of the operation said as he approached Ke'Cholo.

''Good, I jus' gotta go up to de' cockpit for a minute.''

''Would you request us to leave?''

''No, no yah fine. Keep working.'' Ke'Cholo said to the man as he passed him, patting him on the back.
Ke'Cholo continued up into the cockpit of the ship. Inside the cockpit he found two more Gasiirians furiously typing on the controls of the ship. They looked up when Ke'Cholo entered the room and seemed almost startled.

''M-May we be of assistance?'' the female of the two asked.

''No.'' Ke'Cholo simply answered.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo braced himself on the controls of the ship, and lowered himself to the floor. He began to feel around the space underneath the controls of the ship. He made several grunting noises, as his large frame was rather uncomfortable in the small space. He didn't see how such a big guy like T'Chungo could do this kind of mechanic work, he had a new found appreciation for him. The two Gasiirs looked shocked at the Duros odd behavior. They glanced at each other before one of them spoke up.

''What are you doing?'' one of them inquired.

''Looking for something.''

''What are you looking for, perhaps we have already found it.''

''I don't know what I'm looking for. Probably a map, datapad, storage container or a-'' Ke'Cholo quit speaking when he pressed in on a piece of odd looking durasteel to find it was just some painted over material. He grinned as he plied the piece off with a pair of pliers he had in his pocket. He reached inside and down the hole and retrieved the device inside.

''Datacron.''

 

[KeCholo]

''A datacron....hadn't seen one o' des in a while.''

''I am unfamiliar with a...datacron...what is it?'' the female Gasiir asked.

''A storehouse of information, similar to a holocron only non-force users can access it.''

''What is inside?''

''I dunno, gonna find out soon.''

Ke'Cholo trotted back through the recently cleaned ship and exited out to back. He victoriously held the datacron high and showed it off to the Gasiirians and T'Chungo. He motioned for the group to follow him. He led them to the wall of the hanger and gently placed the datacron on a scanning terminal. The terminal did a quick scan and verified that the datacron was in fact holding information. He picked it back up and began to twist the corners.

 

[KeCholo]

''Dis' thing is tougher dan it looks.'' Ke'Cholo said, still turning the device.

''Perhaps, I could be of assistance?'' the Gasiir asked.

''Good luck, datacrons can take hours to unlock.''

The small red Gasiir twisted and turned the device in ways Ke'Cholo had not even thought of. A faint hum could be heard coming off the device that Ke'Cholo just now realized, verifying it was indeed a datacron. The Gasiir continued to turn the datacron creating various click and chink like noises. The Gasiir did not seemed fazed by the device, he almost appeared as if he was enjoying the puzzle. After a minute or so of watching the being, he finally unlocking the device and a holographic projection appeared in the air above it.

''T'anks. How'd you unlock it so quickly?''

''My intelligence is one of the most superior in the galaxy, this was merely a child's puzzle.'' the Gasiir chuckled.
Ke'Cholo turned to the projection which had a few major files on it titled.

Training Lessons 1-10
Training Lessons 11-20
Training Lessons 21-30
Base Location
Firespray Manual
Beskar Smithing

Ke'Cholo activated the file called 'Training Lessons 1-10.' A holographic projection of Jango Fett popped up.

 

[KeCholo]

''Boba, if you're watching this then you've decided to take up a life of bounty hunting and crime. I will warn you of the obstacles ahead. This is not the easiest life around, but it is certainly the most rewarding. In these lessons, I'll teach you some of the most advanced tactics I know, these will help even the most experienced man.'' Jango was standing up with his armor on, but his helmet off and sitting on a nearby table. Ke'Cholo watched for only a moment and then turned off the projection.

​

''Hmmm, I'll take a look at that in my spare time.'' he thought to himself. Scanning back through the major files, he activating the one titled 'Base Location.' Again, Jango popped up in similar fashion and began talking.

''Boba, every good bounty hunter needs a place to hide and let the authorities following him cool off. This is why, early in my career, I built a base on Hoth. In this base is several years worth of food and supplies. Plenty of training gear and weapons as well. Should I die or go missing while you are still young, take Slave I to this cave and train for a few years...this datacron's lesson can be re-watched several times until you perfect the skills on that particular lesson. The coordinates are attached to this file.''

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo smirked as he heard that the coordinates to this 'secret base' were attached to the file. He glanced over to T'Chungo whose eyes were wide appearing excited. Ke'Cholo stooped down and picked up the datacron.

''I'm getting these to Q. Get your coats lads, we're going to Hoth.'' Ke'Cholo nodded to the mechanic crew as he trotted off to the exit of the hanger.

''We Wee Weroo'' T'Chungo whistled.

''I'm not sure, it'd be a long shot but it could be there.'' Ke'Cholo continued to walk out but returned after a moment.

''Is this thing safe to fly through the atmosphere?'' he asked, only his head visible as his body was already around the corner.

''In the conditions of Hoth, you have a 87% success rate.'' the Gasiir said.

''I like those odds.''

 

[KeCholo]

Arriving up in the control room of the ship Ke'Cholo walked up to Qaeth Idos who was sitting in front of the main terminal. Ke'Cholo approached the Mon Calamari, tapped him on the shoulder, and set the datacron on the terminal.

''Input the coordinates attached to the file 'Base Location'''

''Where are we going?''

''Hoth.'' Ke'Cholo sat down behind his companion, in the captain's chair.

''Why?'' Qaeth asked, typing in the coordinates that appeared once he opened the file.

''It's a long shot, but we're hoping to find a spare Firespray attack and patrol craft to repair Slave I with.''

''Whose base?''

''Jango Fett's''

Noticing the device the projection was coming out of, Qaeth looked excited. Upon entering the coordinates, he looked at the device, spinning it around.

''Where'd you find this?''

''Hidden compartment in Slave I.'' Ke'Cholo held up a finger to Qaeth and picked up a nearby radio. He lifted it to his mouth, pressed a button ans spoke into it.

''Hyperspace breach immanent. Prepare to breach, I repeat prepare to breach.''

An alarm played over the entire ship.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9azjzhoL670

 

[KeCholo]

''Sir, we've just exited hyperspace.'' Qaeth walked into Ke'Cholo's personal quarters. Ke'Cholo sat up in his bed, awoken from sleep. He grabbed a linen shirt lying on a nearby table and began to button it up.

''Alright, I'll be ready to go in a minute. Get Shag Bo ready.'' he said, referring to Slave I.

''I've already sent orders for her to be prepared, take your time, sir.'' Qaeth exited the room and returned to the bridge of the ship. Ke'Cholo threw on his Warden's Coat and pulled on his black stained leather pants. He then threaded his belt through the straps of the pants and slid his DL-44s through the holsters. He walked from his bed to his desk and slung his Plasma Rifle over his shoulder, and placed his hat with no name on his head. He was ready to go.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo threw the door to his room open and stepped out. Several Gasiirs walked past him, going about their duties. He then made his way down the hall, towards the elevator. He arrived at the contraption and pressed the down button. As he awaited it's arrival a Gasiir stood beside him, apparently waiting on the elevator as well.

''Sleep well, sir?'' he asked.

''Sure did.'' Ke'Cholo rubbed his eyes and yawned.

''Will you be taking anyone else with you?''

''How'd you know I'm going down there?''

''I spoke with Qaeth Idos''

''Ah, well...yeah I'm bringing a couple of you guys along with some of my personal crew.'' Ke'Cholo finished his sentence just as the doors to the elevator opened. The two stepped in.

 

[KeCholo]

The elevator descended to the hanger and Ke'Cholo stepped out. The Gasiir followed him to the center of the room where Ke'Cholo addressed the various ships and drop ships around him. He first looked around to catalog the people going with him. It looked to be 3 drop ships and a squadron of pilots.

''Alight everyone, we don't know what's down there. It could be vacant for all we know. But, we're hoping it's got a spare Firespray. Approach with caution, Hoth is one of the most dangerous planets out there.'' Ke'Cholo nodded to everyone and stepped in Slave I. He walked up to the cockpit, followed by the Gasiir.

''What are you doing?'' he asked as the Gasiir sat down next to him.

''Qaeth Idos said that you needed a co-pilot.''

''I don't need anything. But, I'll let you com along as long as you don't mess anything up.''

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo was the first the lift off and exit the hanger. He was lucky to do so as the takeoff procedure for Slave I was hard enough, much harder in a confined space like the hanger. He was followed by the dropships and then the squadron of fighters. Ke'Cholo swooped down to the low altitude area they were above and began to patrol around looking for an entrance.

''Relay me any thing you find, this is the general area but we need to find a specific entra-''

''Found it'' Qaeth, one of the captains of the dropships, said.

''Are you sure?''

''Very, looks like exposed durasteel. I'm going down to check it out.''

Ke'Cholo watched as Qaeth's dropships descending to the icy terrain and he exited the vessel. Qaeth leaped up to a rock face covered with snow, he brushed off the ice and snow revealing a durasteel door. He turned around and motioned for Ke'Cholo to come down.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo dropped down to only a few hectometers away from the durasteel door. As he exited he handed the small Gasiir a gigantic winter coat the drooped over him. Ke'Cholo placed a winter coat over his Warden's Coat, and wore a sock cap over his bald head. He looked at the Gasiir to make sure he was ready and then pressed the door that opened to the outside. Icy cold air instantly flew in, temporarily blinding Ke'Cholo.

''Why did it have to be karking Hoth?'' he asked himself.

''I'm not sure, sir.'' the Gasiir answered.

Ke'Cholo stepped outside and looked over to Qaeth who was only wearing a light tan cloak. He sprinted up the Mon Calamari who was hacking a terminal that had been covered be at least a foot of snow. Ke'Cholo placed a hand on the shoulder of the kneeling figure and got close to speak to him as the wind was quite loud.

''How can you make it with just a cloak?'' Ke'Cholo asked.

''Air tight. Not to mention it has internal heating and cooling.'' Qaeth turned around and pointed to his chest. ''I'm sitting at a nice 76.5 degrees farenheit'' Qaeth laughed as he continued hacking.

 

[KeCholo]

After a moment of hacking, Qaeth couldn't access the terminal quick enough for the very impatient and even colder Ke'Cholo. He paced around, trying to create body heat. After a moment he approached Qaeth again.

''How much longer until we get in?!''

''Not too much longer. It appears Boba changed Jango's password.''

''Son of a bantha'' Ke'Cholo remarked.

''How tough of a hack is it? I'd get it open quick but-'' Ke'Cholo showed his fingers which were trembling quite bad.

''Not too tough...in fact-'' the doors to the secret base slid open. ''-it should be open now.'' Qaeth turned around and smiled at Ke'Cholo.

The rest of the crew and the fighter pilots exited their various vehicles and spilled into the hanger of the secret base. The all looked around and observed the obviously dated area. Their eyes then were set on Ke'Cholo who approached a covered object in the middle of the hanger floor.

 

[KeCholo]

An extremely large bed-sheet-like cover draped over a large object in the middle of the floor. Ke'Cholo cautiously approached. He reached down and grabbed a corner of the cover and pulled it off.

''YES! YES! YEEESSS!!'' he exclaimed. Underneath the cover was a Firespray Attack and Patrol Craft. It was semi-complete, but appeared to have all the parts they needed.

''Someone get Slave I in here. T'Chungo and Qaeth, I'll help you guys repair her.'' Qaeth would leave the hanger, but in a moment the legendary ship floated into the hanger. She was being piloted by Qaeth who landed her safely by the one that was supposed to be used for replacement parts. Qaeth would exit the vehicle and immediately start on the replacements. Qaeth and T'Chungo walked about Slave I and observed her, trying to figure out what parts needed replacements. Finally Qaeth walked up to Ke'Cholo.

''She needs almost all new plates, most of them are rusted. She also needs a new guidance system, control sticks, control wiring, control panels, cell locks, loading bay locks, inhibitors, backup hyperdrive and the glasteel on her isn't nearly as strong as I'd like.''

 

[KeCholo]

''Hmmm, kark'' Ke'Cholo began. ''What parts do you have from the replacement.'' Ke'Cholo inquired of Qaeth. Qaeth would then motion over his shoulder to T'Chungo who was inside the replacement ship looking around. T'Chungo would respond with a series of whistles.

''Well, you heard him. Missing the backup hyperdrive, glasteel and cell locks.''

''Chit. Where are we going to get all that stuff?''

''Well, we don't need a backup hyperdrive, you can go without that for a while. We should be able to custom order some glastee;, and cell locks are all over the place.''

''Good, how long will it take you to repair her?''

''With just the parts we have on hand now, should be about a week with your help. During that time you should send Tek-1 to pick up the stuff we need. After we install the glasteel, hyperdrive, and locks you're looking at another few days. Nothing we can't handle.''

''Alright.'' Ke'Cholo would then turn around to the rest of the crew to address them.

 

[KeCholo]

''You guys need to custom order glasteel for a Firespray Attack and Patrol craft, get cell locks for the models we have, and get a class-'' Ke'Cholo turned around and asked Qaeth a question. ''What class do we have now?'' he asked the Mon Calamari who was typing on a datapad.

''The main hyperdrive is a class .7''

''Get a backup that's class 2. Airdrop tools as soon as you get back up there and drop rations, daily. Drop more when you leave Hoth to get those items. Got that munchkins?'' he asked his crew. They collectively agreed, and as the entered the exited quickly. The all left, leaving only Ke'Cholo, Qaeth and T'Chungo.

''Well, let's get started.''

 

[KeCholo]

Day 1

(Translated)

Ke'Cholo and Qaeth are getting along quite well with each other, it's rare that I see them alone. I can tell they're truly friends. Today, we replaced some of the more simple things like the bay locks. They're were fairly easy but Ke'Cholo almost got crushed. He cussed up a storm for about half an hour, however he apologized afterwards. We also replaced the control sticks, those were fairly easy but we did have to sync them. Rations were dropped a bit late along with the tools. Didn't get much done today but tomorrow looks bright.

-T'Chungo