Orick T'ane
Troublemaker
Location: Armor-class Corvette Matthew Lucerne
The Aimless Ranger landed lightly at the docking bay, Orick sighed as the ship landed softly, that's my baby, You know you're getting a face loft soon, don't you. He placed a hand on the control panel and smiled. The ship was more a part of his life any anyone or anything. Well at least for now, Ana might change all of that. He knew that Lucerne Labs was one of the few Republic friendly shipyards around, and he needed a place that wouldn't leak any details of his ship to anyone.
The Ranger desperately needed a refit, and he needed to get the weapons systems reattached and upgraded, he had been flying defenseless for too many years. With his increased work with the Republic and the recent work he had been doing with a certain ghost withing Republic Intelligence, he would need a few surprises. He had been sitting on a couple of modifications for the ship for some time now, and while he wasn't afraid of installing the mods himself, he would rather have a professional team do the work.
He powered down the ship and strapped his pistol belt on, adjusting the holsters so that they sat in the proper places, one on his hip, the other at the small of his back. Once that was done he went towards the cargo bay, side stepping the damage that had been done when he had transported that rancor to Bastion. Several deck plates were torn apart and ripped right out of the floor. Stupid beast had gotten really close to destroying my ship. But the job had allowed him to pay for the refits. The trade off had been a necessary evil, one that he hoped he wouldn't deal with anytime in the near future.
He hit the switch that would open the cargo bay doors and shook his head as the doors opened slowly and with a loud squealing noise from the hydraulics. He was beginning to wonder if he had enough credits in his account for all of the work that he needed to get done to the ship.
As he stepped off of the loading ramp and onto the landing pad a Weeqyay technician walked up and met him, " How can I help you today, sir?" He was asked as they met.
" I have an appointment with [member="Salmakk"]. Can you let him know that Orick T'ane is here." He knew that he was a bit early but he had learned that it was better to be early than to keep people waiting.
The Aimless Ranger landed lightly at the docking bay, Orick sighed as the ship landed softly, that's my baby, You know you're getting a face loft soon, don't you. He placed a hand on the control panel and smiled. The ship was more a part of his life any anyone or anything. Well at least for now, Ana might change all of that. He knew that Lucerne Labs was one of the few Republic friendly shipyards around, and he needed a place that wouldn't leak any details of his ship to anyone.
The Ranger desperately needed a refit, and he needed to get the weapons systems reattached and upgraded, he had been flying defenseless for too many years. With his increased work with the Republic and the recent work he had been doing with a certain ghost withing Republic Intelligence, he would need a few surprises. He had been sitting on a couple of modifications for the ship for some time now, and while he wasn't afraid of installing the mods himself, he would rather have a professional team do the work.
He powered down the ship and strapped his pistol belt on, adjusting the holsters so that they sat in the proper places, one on his hip, the other at the small of his back. Once that was done he went towards the cargo bay, side stepping the damage that had been done when he had transported that rancor to Bastion. Several deck plates were torn apart and ripped right out of the floor. Stupid beast had gotten really close to destroying my ship. But the job had allowed him to pay for the refits. The trade off had been a necessary evil, one that he hoped he wouldn't deal with anytime in the near future.
He hit the switch that would open the cargo bay doors and shook his head as the doors opened slowly and with a loud squealing noise from the hydraulics. He was beginning to wonder if he had enough credits in his account for all of the work that he needed to get done to the ship.
As he stepped off of the loading ramp and onto the landing pad a Weeqyay technician walked up and met him, " How can I help you today, sir?" He was asked as they met.
" I have an appointment with [member="Salmakk"]. Can you let him know that Orick T'ane is here." He knew that he was a bit early but he had learned that it was better to be early than to keep people waiting.