Telthòr
Swarm Prince
Location: Abeloth's planet
Allies: [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Enemies: Everything, [member="Sosu Deviron"], [member="Metus De'cal"]
Objective: Locate the ruins, and try not to die
A J-Type Star Skiff burst out from the cloud cover, slashing across the sky as it descended upon the jungle planet. The wide-winged aircraft looked like a great silver boomerang coming down from the heavens above. Sublight drives roared as blue flames expelled from the rear engines. At the heart of this vessel was the Umbaran pilot, and Jedi Archaeologist Padawan, Ricardt Darkmourne. Ricardt kept his eyes on the viewport before him, but that didn't stop him from talking to Tugoro, "You know, a lot of people ask me how I could afford this yacht." For a moment, Ricardt released the controls and motioned a wave of his hand in dismissal to the common question, "I just tell them when I woke up, it was in my account. Which isn't a lie." He gripped the controls once more, "Probably shouldn't have done that."
The landing gears unfolded from the belly of the beast and the vessel began to decelerate. Ricardt said, "As I was saying, not many people buy into that, even if it's the truth. I guess people find it hard to believe an Umbaran, even some fellow Jedi." Ricardt held onto the controls with his right hand, using his left to slap in a series of digits and commands. He thumbed a drive and released his grip on the controls, the ship was now flying on its own with a preset landing vector. Ricardt unbuckled himself and stood from his seat, his robes were far from cleaned and cared for. There were evident rip and tears in the fabric. He picked up his brown robe and slid his arms into the sleeves, drawing the hood over his head. Ricardt said, "Now, one thing I should remind you. This planet is very strange. The animals are the prey, and the plants the predators. So we need to watch where we step."
The J-Type Star Skiff slammed against the ground, the landing gears groaning under the weight. Ricardt didn't seem phased in the slightest at the horrid landing. The Umbaran was used to discomfort, especially crawling in mud and hiding under trees in a heavy downpour. Ricardt moved to the rear of the ship where he slammed a clenched fist against the ramp ignition. Hydraulics sounded as the rear loading ramp began to descend. He held out a datapad and looked down, "We should be at the ruins in thirty minutes if we don't make any stops. The jungle was too dense for me to find any closer of a landing point."
Allies: [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
Enemies: Everything, [member="Sosu Deviron"], [member="Metus De'cal"]
Objective: Locate the ruins, and try not to die
A J-Type Star Skiff burst out from the cloud cover, slashing across the sky as it descended upon the jungle planet. The wide-winged aircraft looked like a great silver boomerang coming down from the heavens above. Sublight drives roared as blue flames expelled from the rear engines. At the heart of this vessel was the Umbaran pilot, and Jedi Archaeologist Padawan, Ricardt Darkmourne. Ricardt kept his eyes on the viewport before him, but that didn't stop him from talking to Tugoro, "You know, a lot of people ask me how I could afford this yacht." For a moment, Ricardt released the controls and motioned a wave of his hand in dismissal to the common question, "I just tell them when I woke up, it was in my account. Which isn't a lie." He gripped the controls once more, "Probably shouldn't have done that."
The landing gears unfolded from the belly of the beast and the vessel began to decelerate. Ricardt said, "As I was saying, not many people buy into that, even if it's the truth. I guess people find it hard to believe an Umbaran, even some fellow Jedi." Ricardt held onto the controls with his right hand, using his left to slap in a series of digits and commands. He thumbed a drive and released his grip on the controls, the ship was now flying on its own with a preset landing vector. Ricardt unbuckled himself and stood from his seat, his robes were far from cleaned and cared for. There were evident rip and tears in the fabric. He picked up his brown robe and slid his arms into the sleeves, drawing the hood over his head. Ricardt said, "Now, one thing I should remind you. This planet is very strange. The animals are the prey, and the plants the predators. So we need to watch where we step."
The J-Type Star Skiff slammed against the ground, the landing gears groaning under the weight. Ricardt didn't seem phased in the slightest at the horrid landing. The Umbaran was used to discomfort, especially crawling in mud and hiding under trees in a heavy downpour. Ricardt moved to the rear of the ship where he slammed a clenched fist against the ramp ignition. Hydraulics sounded as the rear loading ramp began to descend. He held out a datapad and looked down, "We should be at the ruins in thirty minutes if we don't make any stops. The jungle was too dense for me to find any closer of a landing point."