Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
[member="Fennec"]
"Stupid piece of junk." Kurt said in a loud sigh as he slumped back against the support strut of his ship, the vessels hyperdrive sitting out in the open in front of him.
The ship's hypderdrive was malfunctioning, or rather, Kurt had broken it during a nasty encounter with some pirates. He had been tasked by the company to deliver some Corusca gems to Empress Teta, the delivery had all been fine and well until pirates had snagged him out near the core. Somehow they'd managed to get an interdictor to pull him and other ships out of Hyperspace, of course he'd managed to evade them for a time, and eventually through the clever use of his own hyperdrive he'd managed a micro-jump across the system. Doing that allowed him to get away from the pirates but had the unfortunate effect of frying half the drives systems.
It still worked, just instead of being a class two, it was a class seventeen.
That simply wouldn't do for his job.
Kaile had wandered off on one of her little personal missions, going out of the system and heading towards the outer rim, when he'd asked where she was going she had simply given him the excuse of family. Of course, that left him alone, stranded on this blasted trade station. The good news was that the company was doing some shifting in its payment plans, meaning he wouldn't have a delivery for quite some time, hopefully he could get the drive fixed by then and everything would be okay.
That assumed that Kurt would actually be able to fix the damn thing. He had been a pilot for nearly all of his life, had been a pod-racer and had even worked with the Republic Navy, but he was not a mechanic. He knew a few things, simple things, like redirecting powerflow and making sure the power core didn't overheat, but actually fixing the damned thing? No, that hadn't been his job.
If he couldn't fix it? Well, he had always been a good liar.
"Stupid piece of junk." Kurt said in a loud sigh as he slumped back against the support strut of his ship, the vessels hyperdrive sitting out in the open in front of him.
The ship's hypderdrive was malfunctioning, or rather, Kurt had broken it during a nasty encounter with some pirates. He had been tasked by the company to deliver some Corusca gems to Empress Teta, the delivery had all been fine and well until pirates had snagged him out near the core. Somehow they'd managed to get an interdictor to pull him and other ships out of Hyperspace, of course he'd managed to evade them for a time, and eventually through the clever use of his own hyperdrive he'd managed a micro-jump across the system. Doing that allowed him to get away from the pirates but had the unfortunate effect of frying half the drives systems.
It still worked, just instead of being a class two, it was a class seventeen.
That simply wouldn't do for his job.
Kaile had wandered off on one of her little personal missions, going out of the system and heading towards the outer rim, when he'd asked where she was going she had simply given him the excuse of family. Of course, that left him alone, stranded on this blasted trade station. The good news was that the company was doing some shifting in its payment plans, meaning he wouldn't have a delivery for quite some time, hopefully he could get the drive fixed by then and everything would be okay.
That assumed that Kurt would actually be able to fix the damn thing. He had been a pilot for nearly all of his life, had been a pod-racer and had even worked with the Republic Navy, but he was not a mechanic. He knew a few things, simple things, like redirecting powerflow and making sure the power core didn't overheat, but actually fixing the damned thing? No, that hadn't been his job.
If he couldn't fix it? Well, he had always been a good liar.