Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Weapons: Blastor |
Vibroknife | Too many more to count
"Nos, could you do me a favor and double check our coordinance? We may have some time before we exit hyperspace, but I'm not certain."
Nos nodded and set aside his mental preparations, leaned to the table's holoscreen and pulled up the Vigilant Star's flight data.
"17 standard minutes until hyperspace exit, ma'am, er, Sylvia."
Nos's red skin thankfully hid the flush from his face when Ms. Organa insisted he use her first name. Nos also knew better than to ask what a '
teddy bear' was after his last attempt was laughed off by the other security personnel.
From the evidence he collected over the years it was something akin to an Ewok. Nos doubted Sylvia was complimenting his resourcefulness and capabilities as a warrior from the context of the comparison. Perhaps it was a jab at his civility regarding Ewok technological development and consumption of humanoid meat.
Teddy bears must be fearsome in their native environment, Nos thought to himself - though he still could not find them in any ecological records he'd searched.
Nos returned his attention to the ship logs. Permission to land from Seeratter control was still pending, the word slowly pulsing as a reminder. Nos did not find this concerning yet far out, merely an annoyance. Slow comms were understandable for a smaller planetside starport, especially with the violence in surrounding areas.
Of course, it could be something worse. Nos let the thought pass, as Sylvia would want him to - he still felt her comforting presence in the back of his mind.
As Sylvia returned to her conversation regarding Coruscant's reconstruction, Nos took a moment to appreciate Ms. Organa's altruism, the people of Coruscant were truly lucky to have her stubborn kindness aiding their relief efforts.
Nos quickly reviewed his personal kit while Sylvia spoke:
Four Vibro knives sheathed on his shoulder, boots, and hip - check.
Blastech model 58 concealment holster with hold-out blaster safely tucked within, contrasted by the heavy blaster pistol prominently holstered at his hip.
A quick feel of the pouches confirmed the contents of his utility belt: blaster cartridges, two stun grenades, one high explosive (for emergencies of course, Sylvia didn't need to know about that one).
A Merr-Sonn "Rider" Ascension Pistol for any vertical issues, Fusion Lantern, Datapad, Garrote, three stimpacks, a few bland survival bars and a canteen of water.
Overkill perhaps, but Nos liked to be prepared.
Lastly his most recent addition and personal favorite: a Z6 Riot Control Baton with a custom wrist harness to store it along his forearm and a quick-release latch to spin it into an armed position - mimicking the function of a stormtrooper's magnatomically paired glove with reliable leather and steel.
Nos caught himself idly spinning the baton into its extended and retracted state, halting as soon as he caught himself. Still, the
click was of the latch was satisfying, and the shine of the conductive plates reflected the
Vigilant Star's lighting nicely.
A quick glance at the holoscreen had shown a few minutes elapsed and there was still no response from Seeratter starport control. Nos would raise a stink about this once they landed and Sylvia was adequately distracted in her business to provide clemency to whomever is at fault.
At best someone at the starport was negligent. At worst… Nos let the thought pass.
"I can tell you have questions —likely that don't relate to politics— while we still have the time,"
Nos brought his attention back to the conversation at hand in case he could assist.
"As Ma-ahem- as Sylvia says, we still have a few minutes to chat if you're inclined to."
