Vykter Orade
Looks Like This Guy Just Killed You
Computer Panel: Beep...
Silence
Computer Panel: Beep...
Silence
Computer Panel: Warning - Our course is coming within range of a Mass Shadow.
Vykter: *groan* Just...five more minutes, damn...
Silence
Computer Panel: *Alarm Klaxon* Warning! Warning! Proximity to gravity well is dangerously high! Advise ship drop to sublight to correct course! Warning! War--
Vykter: *Kicking the silence button* Stupid kriffing computers! You can make billions of calculations per second, you can monitor and track ten thousand contacts on sensors, but can you drop the ship out of hyperspace so I can sleep without blowing up? NO!
Vykter slammed back on the hyperdrive lever, and beyond the viewport and the long cylindrical shape of the Emerald Horizon's only cannon the milky blue/black of hyperspace was replaced by long, agonizingly bright star lines that quickly reformed into the stars themselves as the black of space took hold. Deft hands racing over the control boards quickly brought the ship up to her cruising speed and around to face the massive red orb that was the gas giant Yavin, and the speck of blue that was her fourth and only habitable moon.
Mumbling to himself about the inefficiencies of droids and the lack of good help, Vykter quickly warmed up the short range communications systems. He toyed with the idea of activating the ship's ECM suite to hide her from all but the most invasive of active sensor sweeps, but he decided that was probably not what a friendly ship should do. He was here to make friends, after all, not to skulk around the Jedi's system like some kind of troglodyte.
The Jedi would probably know I was here anyway, what with their mystical powers of hokeyness and bad feelings. Just because I'm not that advanced doesn't mean they aren't.
As he finished the thought, the transceiver cam online. He wasn't surprised by the fact that he already had a waiting query on the board.
Sometimes, I really really hate being right.
He flipped a few more keys to make sure his end of the link was secure before he opened the channel and spoke.
"Jedi Enclave, Jedi Enclave, this is freighter Emerald Horizon approaching on vector 318 by 169. How copy?"
There was silence at the other end for a moment before a soft female voice came back over the speaker.
"We hear you loud and clear Emerald. What is your business in our system?"
Vykter took a few moments of his own to formulate how best to say "My life is a mess and I have no idea how to control my ability to throw stang around."
*cough* "Well, I suppose I should start with an introduction. My name is Vykter, and I've been told you take in those who are...how do you people put it, Force insensitive?"
There was a noise at the other end that almost sounded like a snort. "Yes, well, we take Force sensitives. That is true. Do you have a passenger that you believe to be touched by the Force?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I believe that I myself have the abilities of a Jedi. Or rather, an ability. I can make things move with my mind."
There was another pause. "Telekinesis is a Jedi ability. However, that does not necessarily mean that you can be a Jedi. There would be a long journey ahead of you. Are you certain this is a path you want to walk?"
Yea, because I would be here if I didn't have to be. I'm not one to go talking to people who can read my mind or rip my arms out of their sockets with their minds.
"I'm as certain as I'm likely to be. Can you help me or not?"
After yet another pause, the voice came back with a series of coordinates, presumably on the moon itself.
"These are the coordinates for the enclave. What type of ship are you piloting? I'm not receiving solid telemetry at this range, and our space is limited."
"It's an old FT-7200, she's about 70 meters end to end and 55 or so wide."
"By the Force! That's not exactly small! I don't think THAT will fit!"
Vykter chuckled to himself before replying. "Oh, don't worry. I can make this thing fit into some pretty interesting places. You just let me worry about it."
"It's not as if there's much choice. Just be warned that any paint you scrape is going to be worked off. Control out."
The smile on Vykter's lips was the first true one in nearly a month. Not since...
No, no time to think of it now. There's a new mission ahead, one that will bring me into line with myself.
The freighter answered to his commands with her usual grace, thanks to the massive capital ship engines her previous owner had installed. She may be an ugly son-of-a-gundark, but she flew like a ship half her size. A quality that had stood her well in her smuggling days, and would hopefully keep doing well for himself and the Jedi. He manipulated power settings and trimmed the drive harmonics as he waited for the ship to hit the atmosphere, making sure that her weapons systems and shields were down and in their safety locks. Last thing he needed as he said hello was to blow a hole in their parking lot.
He brought the ship streaking along on her course, making a shallow angle into the atmosphere lest he skip off it and fling himself back into space in an embarrassing, if spectacular, fireworks display. Flying a ship the length of a Huttball field wasn't easy, but he made it seem almost so to other people. The flames of re-entry subsided around the ship's hull as she decelerated to just shy of a thousand km/h. He could soon see the massive stone ziggurat that the voice had spoken of, and the truly limited landing area.
I just had to be a smartass, didn't I?
Using the airbreaks, he all but killed her forward velocity as the repulsor field came into effect. Easing her ever-so-gently into an opening between another freighter and the imposing jungle. If his sensors were tuned and if he was as good as he thought he was this should be just about ri-
SKREEECH.
"Son-of-a-kriffing-gundark loving Sith spawn!"
He'd been so careful to make sure his sides were clear that he hadn't bothered to verify that the forward mandibles were clear of the stone at the base of the tower, and the port one had just been shaved down about a tenth of a meter.
Well, if that doesn't summarize my life I don't know what does. Not five minutes in and I already manage to frack it up. I'm always so fixed on one thing that I never see what else is coming.
Quickly skidding the ship back a few meters he silently prayed to the Force or whatever-was-out-there that no one noticed the single duralloy panel clinging to the stone. As he deactivated the ship's systems, he quickly ensured that he had not in fact hit anything else. Pleased with his current spot, he stood up and reached for his robe to cover the beskar'gam he wore. He liked when people under estimated him. It meant he was more likely to walk away with all of his bits attached.
As he strode through the empty corridors of the Emerald he did his best to compose himself and to hide the anxiety that he could feel welling up within. He could walk into a firefight or fly into a space battle and feel nothing but icy calm, but ask him to meet new people and he would just as soon cycle himself through an airlock.
He let out one last deep breath as he hit the ramp's cycle-and-release button. After a moment, the dimly lit interior was awash in bright yellow light. It was evening, and the distant star was setting almost directly across from the ramp on the horizon. He began to walk down as the ramp settled, shielding his eyes from the brightness of the light and looking off towards the open hangar door to see who might come out to greet their new guest...
Silence
Computer Panel: Beep...
Silence
Computer Panel: Warning - Our course is coming within range of a Mass Shadow.
Vykter: *groan* Just...five more minutes, damn...
Silence
Computer Panel: *Alarm Klaxon* Warning! Warning! Proximity to gravity well is dangerously high! Advise ship drop to sublight to correct course! Warning! War--
Vykter: *Kicking the silence button* Stupid kriffing computers! You can make billions of calculations per second, you can monitor and track ten thousand contacts on sensors, but can you drop the ship out of hyperspace so I can sleep without blowing up? NO!
Vykter slammed back on the hyperdrive lever, and beyond the viewport and the long cylindrical shape of the Emerald Horizon's only cannon the milky blue/black of hyperspace was replaced by long, agonizingly bright star lines that quickly reformed into the stars themselves as the black of space took hold. Deft hands racing over the control boards quickly brought the ship up to her cruising speed and around to face the massive red orb that was the gas giant Yavin, and the speck of blue that was her fourth and only habitable moon.
Mumbling to himself about the inefficiencies of droids and the lack of good help, Vykter quickly warmed up the short range communications systems. He toyed with the idea of activating the ship's ECM suite to hide her from all but the most invasive of active sensor sweeps, but he decided that was probably not what a friendly ship should do. He was here to make friends, after all, not to skulk around the Jedi's system like some kind of troglodyte.
The Jedi would probably know I was here anyway, what with their mystical powers of hokeyness and bad feelings. Just because I'm not that advanced doesn't mean they aren't.
As he finished the thought, the transceiver cam online. He wasn't surprised by the fact that he already had a waiting query on the board.
Sometimes, I really really hate being right.
He flipped a few more keys to make sure his end of the link was secure before he opened the channel and spoke.
"Jedi Enclave, Jedi Enclave, this is freighter Emerald Horizon approaching on vector 318 by 169. How copy?"
There was silence at the other end for a moment before a soft female voice came back over the speaker.
"We hear you loud and clear Emerald. What is your business in our system?"
Vykter took a few moments of his own to formulate how best to say "My life is a mess and I have no idea how to control my ability to throw stang around."
*cough* "Well, I suppose I should start with an introduction. My name is Vykter, and I've been told you take in those who are...how do you people put it, Force insensitive?"
There was a noise at the other end that almost sounded like a snort. "Yes, well, we take Force sensitives. That is true. Do you have a passenger that you believe to be touched by the Force?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I believe that I myself have the abilities of a Jedi. Or rather, an ability. I can make things move with my mind."
There was another pause. "Telekinesis is a Jedi ability. However, that does not necessarily mean that you can be a Jedi. There would be a long journey ahead of you. Are you certain this is a path you want to walk?"
Yea, because I would be here if I didn't have to be. I'm not one to go talking to people who can read my mind or rip my arms out of their sockets with their minds.
"I'm as certain as I'm likely to be. Can you help me or not?"
After yet another pause, the voice came back with a series of coordinates, presumably on the moon itself.
"These are the coordinates for the enclave. What type of ship are you piloting? I'm not receiving solid telemetry at this range, and our space is limited."
"It's an old FT-7200, she's about 70 meters end to end and 55 or so wide."
"By the Force! That's not exactly small! I don't think THAT will fit!"
Vykter chuckled to himself before replying. "Oh, don't worry. I can make this thing fit into some pretty interesting places. You just let me worry about it."
"It's not as if there's much choice. Just be warned that any paint you scrape is going to be worked off. Control out."
The smile on Vykter's lips was the first true one in nearly a month. Not since...
No, no time to think of it now. There's a new mission ahead, one that will bring me into line with myself.
The freighter answered to his commands with her usual grace, thanks to the massive capital ship engines her previous owner had installed. She may be an ugly son-of-a-gundark, but she flew like a ship half her size. A quality that had stood her well in her smuggling days, and would hopefully keep doing well for himself and the Jedi. He manipulated power settings and trimmed the drive harmonics as he waited for the ship to hit the atmosphere, making sure that her weapons systems and shields were down and in their safety locks. Last thing he needed as he said hello was to blow a hole in their parking lot.
He brought the ship streaking along on her course, making a shallow angle into the atmosphere lest he skip off it and fling himself back into space in an embarrassing, if spectacular, fireworks display. Flying a ship the length of a Huttball field wasn't easy, but he made it seem almost so to other people. The flames of re-entry subsided around the ship's hull as she decelerated to just shy of a thousand km/h. He could soon see the massive stone ziggurat that the voice had spoken of, and the truly limited landing area.
I just had to be a smartass, didn't I?
Using the airbreaks, he all but killed her forward velocity as the repulsor field came into effect. Easing her ever-so-gently into an opening between another freighter and the imposing jungle. If his sensors were tuned and if he was as good as he thought he was this should be just about ri-
SKREEECH.
"Son-of-a-kriffing-gundark loving Sith spawn!"
He'd been so careful to make sure his sides were clear that he hadn't bothered to verify that the forward mandibles were clear of the stone at the base of the tower, and the port one had just been shaved down about a tenth of a meter.
Well, if that doesn't summarize my life I don't know what does. Not five minutes in and I already manage to frack it up. I'm always so fixed on one thing that I never see what else is coming.
Quickly skidding the ship back a few meters he silently prayed to the Force or whatever-was-out-there that no one noticed the single duralloy panel clinging to the stone. As he deactivated the ship's systems, he quickly ensured that he had not in fact hit anything else. Pleased with his current spot, he stood up and reached for his robe to cover the beskar'gam he wore. He liked when people under estimated him. It meant he was more likely to walk away with all of his bits attached.
As he strode through the empty corridors of the Emerald he did his best to compose himself and to hide the anxiety that he could feel welling up within. He could walk into a firefight or fly into a space battle and feel nothing but icy calm, but ask him to meet new people and he would just as soon cycle himself through an airlock.
He let out one last deep breath as he hit the ramp's cycle-and-release button. After a moment, the dimly lit interior was awash in bright yellow light. It was evening, and the distant star was setting almost directly across from the ramp on the horizon. He began to walk down as the ramp settled, shielding his eyes from the brightness of the light and looking off towards the open hangar door to see who might come out to greet their new guest...
