The Dauntless

[Faith Organa]

[member="Gir Quee"]

He wouldn’t mind seeing holos but he did not wish to go she nodded her acceptance of his position. She could remember those early days of trying to learn, falling was not an option. What had she been thinking anyhow? She couldn’t say it was the uniform he wasn’t wearing one, she couldn’t blame it on anything imp articular except perhaps a hidden need to be not alone.

She sighed softly, “ The thranta of Bespin I’ve never seen, but it is the only place that they can be seen right now” And perhaps ever again, it was sad truly to know they were gone. Faith closed her eyes but a moment to remember the last time, but this was not a time of reflection she was trying to find a relationship with the military, she needed to concentrate.

The ship came to life, it was time she could feel the tremors that old her the ship engines were humming it made her smile, “A Warship, I have never been on a warship. How does it differ from the other class types that the Republic has?” She looked over her eyes dark as the depths of the blackest of space looked over to him with his sky blue eyes peering back at her. Her eyes often changed colors a trait that she did not understand, and had hoped to talk about it with her father but he had disappeared again.

Was it just size? Armament? What made the ObiWan a Warship.

 

[Gir Quee]

Gir felt a twinge of sadness well up in him as she talked about the thrantas. Perhaps they are something that the One Sith Vong killed off on Alderaan...or more likely, experimented with...He dispelled the thoughts from his head for later reflection. It wasn't a hard task, which made him feel somewhat guilty, but it was less of the fact that it was a painful and sombering truth than it was Gir being almost obsessed with anything starship related.

"The Obi-Wan is a Champion-class star destroyer, which is one of the larger classes fielded by the Republic Navy," started the admiral, "but it is somewhat unique in that it's also used as a test bed for new technology. It's sort of a next generation starship with some of the systems it incorporates, including an artificial intelligence system and a stygium cloaking device. There are very few ships this size that can simply disappear in the middle of a battle..."

As he continued to talk about the ship's specifications, the white-armored hull of the warship loomed large enough to engulf most of the orbital jumper's viewport. Their small shuttle climbed to a ventral rectangular hangar opening not unlike the hangar bay of the old Imperial-class Star Destroyers. As their ship came level to the deck, they could see dozens of dropships, gunships, and shuttles neatly parked in rows on the hangar's deck. The blonde man gingerly set down the craft on the hangar floor. he felt a slight shudder vibrate through the starship as the landing pads made full contact with the floor below. He began to unstrap himself from his seat and turned his eyes onto [member="Faith Balor-Organa"]. Did her eyes just change color? I suppose I should say something instead of just staring at her...

"Now that I've bored you to death with details of the ship," said the man, "is there anything in particular that you would like to see? Or any people that you would like to meet onboard?"