Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
Hyperspace
En Route to Zonama Sekot
The Childen of Yun-Yuuzhan, colloquially known as Vong, although, from what he knew, that was basically calling them bereft of their gods. Still, the term functioned as a good nickname for those unfamiliar with the hostile species who had, long ago, been mostly confined to Sekot as punishment for their invasion of the galaxy.
Sarge sat, eyes fixated on the elongated lines of the hyperlane as his mind twirled around what he knew of the Vong. He'd heard a rumor, centuries ago, that their Force connection had slowly been returning now that they were reunited with their homeplanet. Was that true? Were the feared Force-Dead warriors of the Vong now reconnected?
Or was that simply a genetic abnormality. He sighed, eyes flickering over his shoulder to where the navicomputer kept track of their progress and position. Nearly there. Nearly to the answers, or, perhaps, more questions.
Sighing, resting his head back, he ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair as a low whine from behind heralded the arrival of his astromech droid. Without a copilot, he kept an old, battered R6 unit around. And, perhaps most strikingly, an old HK unit performed guard duties for his ship while he wasn't around.
Earlier, while the pair had still been at the restaurant, Xeni had hoped - without his knowledge - that his ship was better equipped for the journey than hers. She couldn't have been more right. His YT-1300, while old, had been heavily modified to bring it in line with modern freighters. Boasting a hyperdrive well above the legal capabilities of most, it would make the trip faster than her ship ever could. And that was to say nothing of the interior.
To call it a ship was a bit of a misnomer. It was, clearly, a home. It had a small kitchen, living room, and walls and floors redone to give it that feeling of a house. Furniture had been picked out that looked more like it belonged in someone's vacation cabin than in a ship, and Xeni herself had been given a bunk that was more of a guest bedroom. He'd torn out the bunks and instead put in large beds, ensuring that his passengers had rooms to themselves.
A medical suite was situated next to the cargo hold with a bacta tank installed, along with a surgical droid. Behind the walls, however, were various smuggling compartments replete with stashed away weapons that could be used for defense if need be.
"Almost there, Xeni.", he yells from the cockpit. Just a few more minutes.
@[member="Xeni Kraylu"]
En Route to Zonama Sekot
The Childen of Yun-Yuuzhan, colloquially known as Vong, although, from what he knew, that was basically calling them bereft of their gods. Still, the term functioned as a good nickname for those unfamiliar with the hostile species who had, long ago, been mostly confined to Sekot as punishment for their invasion of the galaxy.
Sarge sat, eyes fixated on the elongated lines of the hyperlane as his mind twirled around what he knew of the Vong. He'd heard a rumor, centuries ago, that their Force connection had slowly been returning now that they were reunited with their homeplanet. Was that true? Were the feared Force-Dead warriors of the Vong now reconnected?
Or was that simply a genetic abnormality. He sighed, eyes flickering over his shoulder to where the navicomputer kept track of their progress and position. Nearly there. Nearly to the answers, or, perhaps, more questions.
Sighing, resting his head back, he ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair as a low whine from behind heralded the arrival of his astromech droid. Without a copilot, he kept an old, battered R6 unit around. And, perhaps most strikingly, an old HK unit performed guard duties for his ship while he wasn't around.
Earlier, while the pair had still been at the restaurant, Xeni had hoped - without his knowledge - that his ship was better equipped for the journey than hers. She couldn't have been more right. His YT-1300, while old, had been heavily modified to bring it in line with modern freighters. Boasting a hyperdrive well above the legal capabilities of most, it would make the trip faster than her ship ever could. And that was to say nothing of the interior.
To call it a ship was a bit of a misnomer. It was, clearly, a home. It had a small kitchen, living room, and walls and floors redone to give it that feeling of a house. Furniture had been picked out that looked more like it belonged in someone's vacation cabin than in a ship, and Xeni herself had been given a bunk that was more of a guest bedroom. He'd torn out the bunks and instead put in large beds, ensuring that his passengers had rooms to themselves.
A medical suite was situated next to the cargo hold with a bacta tank installed, along with a surgical droid. Behind the walls, however, were various smuggling compartments replete with stashed away weapons that could be used for defense if need be.
"Almost there, Xeni.", he yells from the cockpit. Just a few more minutes.
@[member="Xeni Kraylu"]