Wanderer
VCX-350 Light Freighter Plainswalker, Besh Gorgon System
"Have you ever been to the Wheel before son?" said the highly cultured voice.
Travot spared a brief glance from the controls to glance at Senator Shoraddikwarr of Rahkuun and his silver-plated protocol droid, "Never Senator. Have you?"
The wookiee made a series of barks and growls that Travot knew to be intelligible speech, even if he couldn't quite understand it. His protocol droid, a surprisingly quiet and collected unit, began to translate.
"Five times, young jedi," said R8-PO, "the last time I met an Ithorian con artist and spice addict who claimed to be a Sith Lord. Every time has shown me interesting people."
Travot nodded as kept his gaze forward on the space station in front of them, "Well hopefully this trade representative won't be too interesting then."
The wookiee's head jerked upward as he let out a guttural sound that Travot guessed was laughter. At least he's enjoying himself. That shouldn't look bad on any reports the Order sees about this. As his master's roaring subsided, R8-PO;s vocabulator clicked as he about to start talking, when a disembodied voice began to flow out of the ship's speakers. Travot turned the speaker knob up.
"Freighter Plainswalker, you are cleared to enter docking bay Esk-7, we are transmitting your flight telemetry to you now. Do not deviate from your course. Welcome to the Wheel, Senator Shoraddikwarr. Wheel Flight Control out."
Travot rapidly punched in the commands to his ship's computers, both pulling up and displaying the new information feed coming from the station. One of his flatscreens began to display the flight path for the vessel, to which Travot began to rigorously adhere the ship's flight path too. The Wheel was notorious was its strict security protocols. People were always frisked and scanned for weapons and general rowdiness was discouraged by a fully trained and sometimes overly eager security force. While somewhat obnoxious to a free spirit like Travot, he knew that the protocols made it an attractive neutral meeting ground for many people. He disliked it all. There was something too stifling about its reputation, and its lack of nature or wildlife to be interesting to him. But with the Senator's ship still being repaired on Ossus, the Order had to have someone give the wookiee a lift. He was just low on the totem pole, or someone thought they were doing the padawan favor.
He gently tilted the Plainswalker's yoke to the right, bringing the corellian light freighter in a predictable loop to entering the private docking bay that the Senator had reserved for his use. It was only after they had passed through the magcon field that he realized how big the bay was for his small ship. The Senator must be travelling on a corvette at least. Talk about a downgrade in transport...The padawan shook the thoughts away from his head as he began to run through the landing sequence. He dropped the vessel's shields, cut out the ion engines as the repulsorlifts took over, and lowered the ship's landing gear. Mere seconds passed before he felt a dull thud reverberate through the ship's hull, announcing that the vessel had successfully loaded.
Travot turned his head to face the wookiee, "Where to Senator?"
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"Have you ever been to the Wheel before son?" said the highly cultured voice.
Travot spared a brief glance from the controls to glance at Senator Shoraddikwarr of Rahkuun and his silver-plated protocol droid, "Never Senator. Have you?"
The wookiee made a series of barks and growls that Travot knew to be intelligible speech, even if he couldn't quite understand it. His protocol droid, a surprisingly quiet and collected unit, began to translate.
"Five times, young jedi," said R8-PO, "the last time I met an Ithorian con artist and spice addict who claimed to be a Sith Lord. Every time has shown me interesting people."
Travot nodded as kept his gaze forward on the space station in front of them, "Well hopefully this trade representative won't be too interesting then."
The wookiee's head jerked upward as he let out a guttural sound that Travot guessed was laughter. At least he's enjoying himself. That shouldn't look bad on any reports the Order sees about this. As his master's roaring subsided, R8-PO;s vocabulator clicked as he about to start talking, when a disembodied voice began to flow out of the ship's speakers. Travot turned the speaker knob up.
"Freighter Plainswalker, you are cleared to enter docking bay Esk-7, we are transmitting your flight telemetry to you now. Do not deviate from your course. Welcome to the Wheel, Senator Shoraddikwarr. Wheel Flight Control out."
Travot rapidly punched in the commands to his ship's computers, both pulling up and displaying the new information feed coming from the station. One of his flatscreens began to display the flight path for the vessel, to which Travot began to rigorously adhere the ship's flight path too. The Wheel was notorious was its strict security protocols. People were always frisked and scanned for weapons and general rowdiness was discouraged by a fully trained and sometimes overly eager security force. While somewhat obnoxious to a free spirit like Travot, he knew that the protocols made it an attractive neutral meeting ground for many people. He disliked it all. There was something too stifling about its reputation, and its lack of nature or wildlife to be interesting to him. But with the Senator's ship still being repaired on Ossus, the Order had to have someone give the wookiee a lift. He was just low on the totem pole, or someone thought they were doing the padawan favor.
He gently tilted the Plainswalker's yoke to the right, bringing the corellian light freighter in a predictable loop to entering the private docking bay that the Senator had reserved for his use. It was only after they had passed through the magcon field that he realized how big the bay was for his small ship. The Senator must be travelling on a corvette at least. Talk about a downgrade in transport...The padawan shook the thoughts away from his head as he began to run through the landing sequence. He dropped the vessel's shields, cut out the ion engines as the repulsorlifts took over, and lowered the ship's landing gear. Mere seconds passed before he felt a dull thud reverberate through the ship's hull, announcing that the vessel had successfully loaded.
Travot turned his head to face the wookiee, "Where to Senator?"
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