"What in nine hells is this?" Logen Brunner scoffed as he entered the secure landing pad where his brand new YV-2000 had been waiting for him. The ship was of top Corellian ingenuity, taking the YV-series into the modern age. She came with all the bells and whistles that a freight operator could dream of and then some. The name was already picked out, was needed for the completion of sale and registry of the ship and insurance. The 'Forlorn Hope' was the agreed upon name, had a ring to it that stuck in your mind and flowed off the tongue with a edge of class. But class was the last thing that Logen saw as he stepped through the hangar hatch and his eyes caught sight of the bulky ship.
"Reggie, what the fek did you do to my ship?" His eyes were glued to the mosaic artwork that had littered the external hall of the YV-2000. Most of the pictures were of exotic under-dressed women of multiple races in luring poses. The art was masterfully done, one could not deny that Reggie had a talent and steady hand in the artistic field. Logen being a man with a wide thirst for life's simple pleasures could appreciate the detail that his crewman had put into the voluptuous curves and new in time he would get use to the women painted on his ship. It was the other addition Reggie had added "Did you think that racing flames were going to make her go faster?"
See, Reggie had been dispatched days before the rest of the crew to buy this ship. Operative word being "Buy", Logen said nothing about personalizing and he sure as hell did not mention every in his life anything that hinted towards liking racing flames. "I knew i should of sent Zyrias" He looked back to see the rest of his crews reaction, ignoring the hopeful look that Reggie had admiring his own work. Zyrias was with Logen as they secured a loan from Gorba the Hutt to by this ship.
Edited by Logen Brunner, 15 April 2018 - 06:35 PM.