Marcus Lok
Code Cracker
Whilst his friend set about mending himself, Marcus was already back in the cockpit, tending to the navigation computer. His friend had told him to set the course of the ship to a planet he had heard of before, but had never really visited in the past. From what he could remember from the holonet, the planet was populated by a people called the Neti.... And well... That was really it. He was sure that he could remember something about a tree, though the details had long since degraded in his mind.
A few quick flicks of his gloved fingers would reveal the planet hidden among the blanket of stars that sat in front of the canopy's window, and with a quick check to make sure the route would be clear of any unwanted attention from the growing amount of intergalactic authorities, he pulled on a few engine critical levers which soon caused a rhythmic hum to emanate from the engine room itself. In what would appear to be the blink of an eye, they had entered lightspeed and begun their journey to the world. It would be some time before they arrived, and Marcus sat himself down in one of the chairs, content to enjoy the ride from the comforting whirrs and clicks of the control room.
If his friend felt good enough to get up during their journey, he was sure that he wouldn't vent the oxygen, or do anything silly like that. There was no real need to watch him.
[member="Kango Fett"]
A few quick flicks of his gloved fingers would reveal the planet hidden among the blanket of stars that sat in front of the canopy's window, and with a quick check to make sure the route would be clear of any unwanted attention from the growing amount of intergalactic authorities, he pulled on a few engine critical levers which soon caused a rhythmic hum to emanate from the engine room itself. In what would appear to be the blink of an eye, they had entered lightspeed and begun their journey to the world. It would be some time before they arrived, and Marcus sat himself down in one of the chairs, content to enjoy the ride from the comforting whirrs and clicks of the control room.
If his friend felt good enough to get up during their journey, he was sure that he wouldn't vent the oxygen, or do anything silly like that. There was no real need to watch him.
[member="Kango Fett"]