THE DRAMA
- Intent: Create the personal ship of Lossa Darcuhl.
- Image Source: R-41 Starchaser Base Image - Hull, Miy'til Starfighter Cockpit and Components Image
- Canon Link: R-41 Starchaser, Miy'til Starfighter, Ugly Starfighter
- Permissions: Priddy General Engineering and Manufacturing - My Alt Company
- Primary Source: N/A
- Manufacturer: Priddy General Engineering and Manufacturing, PGEM/REAPP-01,
Lossa Darcuhl
- Affiliation:
Lossa Darcuhl
- Market Status: Closed-Market
- Model: Buzzard
- Production: Unique
- Material:
- Titanium Alloy Hull
- Glasteel Viewports
- Standard starship components.
- Classification: Starfighter, Atmospheric Fighter
- Length: 13.5 meters
- Width: 11.4 meters
- Height: 7.8 meters
- Armament: Average
- 2 Wing Mounted IX9 medium laser cannons
- 1 Nose Mounted Mk III Cycling Ion Cannon
- Defenses: Low
- Squadron Count: None: 1
- Maneuverability Rating: Average
- Speed Rating: Average
- Hyperdrive: Class 1.0
- Reactor and Engine Systems
- Avionics, Sensors, and Communication Systems
- Comfort Systems
- N/A
- Mostly Average The ship is lacking in any defining systems to bring out better performance, but even still does not have any significant deficiencies to keep it grounded for a rookie pilot.
- Cobbled Gutting the inner frame out of the vessel has weakened the defensive potential of the starfighter, and holes in it are not going to be reached easily with spacer's tape. A few solid hits with no shields may permanently ground both vessel and pilot.
- Crew: 1 Pilot, 1 Astromech Droid
- Passenger(s): 1 (Prone*)
- Cargo Capacity: 110 kgs
- Consumables: 1 Week
Figuring out the wiring configurations along with the jumbled mess of systems revealed it to be what is not so affectionately known as an Ugly to Lossa.
The body of an R-41 paired with the additional reactor cooling system, astromech socket, and cockpit of a Miy'til Starfighter made for a unique find. The wonders of how the Hapan based starfighter made it out this far little more than an afterthought as attempts were made to save what materials were still viable on the hull and internal systems.
Which were few in the end.
The biggest surprise of the internal systems was the aftermarket Hyperdrive system, with a guess thrown in the direction of it being ripped out of a salvage job rather than bought outright. At least that was the educated part of the guess with all the case shaving that seemed to have been done to make it fit.
Requiring almost a complete overhaul of the outer structure and a gutting of the frame, the ship is little more than an airtight coffin with life support systems and cobbled together systems. Gathered from what other derelicts Lossa could pull from over the next couple of weeks between learning of the systems while she was shown the basics of starship maintenance.
Ripping out the defunct missile launcher tube and replacing the space with internal systems for the caveat of interior space.
Most of it would need decent checkups within a short time, but aside from the usual suspects, the only glaring issue was the faith in the hull holding together. Mentions of finding a proper shipwright to make the true retrofit in a stocked and proper shop with reliable machinery to test the final piece. Details that went in one ear and out the other as she watched the vessel slowly come together. Most of the technical details going well over her head, all with the REAPP mechanic seldom repeating themselves.
With most of the wiring and systems finding new space around the outer sections of the hull without an internal frame, a cramped sleeping compartment directly behind the pilots seat was formed. *While not a true passenger spot, a person could lay in place through the duration of transit at the woeful grumbling of the pilot.
Through the strain of rejuvenating old systems, and getting her hands nicked and dirty, Lossa felt a little more confident about being in the Outer Rim. Even with the rather impatient help, she learned roughly what wires went where, and how to shut off power to those wires, eventually bringing the derelict rust bucket from the grave to be space worthy again. The final test being the seal of the viewports shortly after ensuring that the trigger controls to the forward mounted weapons were properly tied together.
With a wary seal of approval, the mechanic signed off on the inspection papers. While she was proud of her hard work, she couldn't help but feel a certain amount of grievance when it came to picking a name for the vessel. It reminded her of less than stellar beasts from holos she had seen with all the scrap picking that had happened to make it work again. It didn't help the name kept flitting into her mind when the need arose.
With a heavy heart, the ship was titled as the Buzzard in her name.
