Test Drive

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo warped out of hyperspace and clutched the seat he was sitting in. ''Chit, dat was quick'' he mused to himself. He was commanding Slave I, and had just tested out her .7 hyperdrive. He stood up out of his seat and stretched his legs. He would then exit the cabin, and head towards the hyperdrive. Upon arrival, he examined it and made sure it was still fully functional. He would then pat the drive, but quickly reel his hand back as it was still hot. ''Keep doin' you babe'' he would say as he exited to room, heading back to the cabin.

 

[KeCholo]

Buckling himself in, Ke'Cholo lightly pushed the throttle forward. The ship then lurched forward, it was easily the fastest ship Ke'Cholo had ever been in. And that was saying something, over his 10+ year career, he had been in some fast ships. ''Boba, you know how to outfit a ship'' Ke'Cholo began to approach an asteroid field to fully test the ship's abilities. He pressed a few buttons and diverted all the power from the weapon systems to the shields, should he mess up he wanted to be prepared. He flew into the field and aim the ship's course for a large asteroid, he wanted to see how fast he could pull up.

 

[KeCholo]

Flying at a steady 300km, Ke'Cholo smiled as he approached the asteroid field. He briefly glanced down when he heard a bleep on the radar. There were three other ships in his vicinity! Still wanting to finish the test, Ke'Cholo pulled the ship up at the last second barely missing the asteroid. Flying from beneath the asteroid, the first ship appeared and aim her sights at Slave I. The pilot of the ship blasted at Ke'Cholo, but it was too late because Ke'Cholo had accelerated to max speed and was weaving throughout the field. The ship attempted to follow Ke'Cholo but eventually lost him.

 

[KeCholo]

The three ships would regroup outside the asteroid field and began to patrol the perimeter of the small field. ''You see that?'' one of them would radio to the other. ''No, you must be seeing things. Shut up and do your job, greenhorn.'' the other would would crudely respond. ''Jeez, just trying to save our-'' interrupted by shrapnel piercing his cabin, the 'greenhorn' was dead. A massive charge had been set in the middle of the field and prepelled the rocks out at the pilots. A second pilot was impacted by the blast, clipping the engine of his ship and setting off a massive explosion. ''So that's what that button does'' Ke'Cholo mused to himself, realizing he had accidentaly dropped a seismic charge.

 

[KeCholo]

The final ship began to accelerate away from the asteroid field, but was shot down by Ke'Cholo who flew in behind the ship and gunned it mercilessly. Realizing the threat of the asteroids was mostly gone, Ke'Cholo diverted the extra energy from the shields to the weapons. The blasters tore through the ship, and it exploded into a fiery mess of shrapnel and ship parts. Ke'Cholo flew through the mess, but the ship was largely unaffected. '''Dis puppy has some kick in here'' he muttered, pressing several more buttons. He then warped into hyperspace, the .7 hyperdrive kicking in. He was on his way to intercept a Republic freighter hauling some phrik.

 

[KeCholo]

Whilst in hyperspace, Ke'Cholo got out of his seat and took a walk around the ship. He went down and examined the force cage, shaking it to inquire about it's studiness. Inisde the cage were several crates, for it was currently being used as a makeshift cargo hold. Ke'Cholo then walked over to the three regular cells. Inside those, was nothing they were prepared for taking prisoners. He examined the blood stained walls, if walls could talk, these could tell some stories. Etched into one of the walls of the second cell was a message ''Boba sleeps 7 hours from 24:00-7:00, Mando time.'' Perhaps this was a reminder to a prisoner as to when he or she could attempt to escape or was a clue to further captives. This message also further backed up the fact that this ship was indeed Slave I.

 

[KeCholo]

Whipping out his own sword, Ke'Cholo threw it up and down, catching it each time. It was a thick double-edged phrik machete like sword he had gotten from [member="Miss Blonde"]. He remembered the long hours and days he and his crew worked protecting the phrik operation. For a moment he gazed off into the realm of his mind, trying to figure out how he made it from a small time Techno Union merc to the owner of perhaps the best ship in the galaxy. He was literally knocked out of this trance when the ship jumped out hyperspace and threw him to the back of the ship. The phrik blade, scraping his right side. ''Chit'' he said, pulled the blade out of the wall.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo sprinted to the front of the ship and resumed control of the ship. She was already taking fire as the republic cruiser was on high alert for such a dangerous transfer. Ke'Cholo lit up a cigar, and shoved it in his mouth needing something to calm him. In an almost kamikaze like style, Ke'Cholo attempted various dangerous moves and procedures to knock out the defenses of the ship. The first turret he destroyed was when he spun his ship whilst speeding towards to active military embankment. Several of his blaster bolts hit the turret and after but a moment, the turret erupted in a fiery storm.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo took a deep breath and his patted his side, feeling that crimson liquid seeping through his clothes. He reached up and pulled down a mask, putting it on pure oxygen flowed through his lungs. He pressed down a button on the console in front of him ''When the kark are you guys gonna be here?'' he scream, infuriated. ''Whenever you softened her up'' was the response. ''If this thing breaks, you're buying'' Ke'Cholo responded, blowing up another turret whilst doing so. ''She won't break, that ship's seen more battles than a grand general'' the person responded. ''You'd better be right'' Ke'Cholo maneuvered to the bottom of the ship, just outside the hull.

 

[KeCholo]

Rearing up to the bottom of the ship's hull, Ke'Cholo hovered Slave I just a hectometer away from the durasteel wall. He looked onto the console, the view was of a camera placed on the back of the ship. He slowed reversed the ship, until she was barely a meter away from the hull. ''Which button was that again?'' he asked himself. Ke'Cholo ran his hand over the various buttons and keys on the console, eventually finding it. Giving a firm press, a seismic charge was ejected out of the back of the ship. ''Let's get out of here'' Ke'Cholo accelerated the ship straight down and away from the lethal bomb.

 

[KeCholo]

After only a few seconds, the seismic charge blew a gigantic hole into the hull of the ship. With the vacuum of space slurping most of the crew out, 90% of the defenses went offline. '''Dat's how you do it!'' Ke'Cholo congratulated himself upon turning the ship around a viewing the crew being sucked out. He flew in closer and the phrik bars began to fall out of the ship, this was the ship he was promised. ''She's down'' he commed to the person on the other end. ''Good, we're about to jump out of hyperspace. I'll wire you the credits when I see the load.'' was the response. ''As planned'' Ke'Cholo confirmed.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo moved the ship several hectometers away from the, largely, deactivated ship. He stood up from the pilot's seat and walked towards the back of the ship. Forgetting he had the mask on, the cord was ripped from the ceiling of the cockpit. ''Chit'' he remarked, taking off the mask and tossing it to the ground. Ke'Cholo stumbled and shifted his way to the rear of the ship, and ripped open a medical kit. Inside he grabbed a mysterious patch which he placed inside his shirt and onto the wound on his side. He cringed as the patch cleansed and began to heal the wound. Pulling his shirt back down he grabbed for another object in the case.

 

[KeCholo]

Grasping a needle, Ke'Cholo examined it to make sure it was the correct one. He then delicately pulled off the cap, taking care not to break the needle. He then flicked the vial attached to the needle, mixing the contents. The contents of the vial went from a murky white to a dark green in a matter of moments. Ke'Cholo lifted up his coat and felt around his skin. Upon locating a vein, Ke'Cholo slipped the needle into it, and injected it into his body. The vial was of a concentrated cocktail of drugs that would allow blood to clot more easily, thereby stopping the bleeding faster. ''We're here'' Ke'Cholo heard from the cockpit.

 

[KeCholo]

Ke'Cholo finished up the injection of the blood clot concoction and haphazardly threw the needle onto the floor, it rolled into a nearby open cell. Ke'Cholo trotted up through the dimly lit hallway until he reached the cockpit. Strapping himself in, he glanced out the viewport to find his employer's ship. ''Phrik's drifitn' out of the hole, better act fast'' he spoke into the console. ''I see'' a female voice spoke back. ''When's the credits coming through?'' Ke'Cholo asked. ''Now'' instantly, Ke'Cholo's datapad lit up with a transfer of several million credits. ''I still get my share of the phrik, right?'' Ke'Cholo inquired.

 

[KeCholo]

''You sure do, hun'' the woman responded.
''How much was that again?''
''10 kilos''
''Just 10 kilos?''
''That's what you and Jeetho agreed on, right?''
''No'' Ke'Cholo firmly objected. He stared out the viewport as the ship released several probe droids who retrieved the bars. The droids would have the bars cleared in a few hours.

 

[KeCholo]

''How much did you agree on?'' the woman asked.
''We agreed on 20'' Ke'Cholo corrected.
''Let me check that real quick.'' the woman left the console and the sounds of the clicking of a datapad could be heard on the other end of the line.
After a moment of so, the woman returned.
''My mistake, I'll send the droids over with 20 kilos of phrik. You want 20 pounds of ore or bars?''

 

[KeCholo]

''Do I sound like an idiot?'' Ke'Cholo asked, retorically.
''No'' the woman responded, Ke'Cholo a bit surprised.
''I'll take 20 pounds of the bars''
''In the cargo hold?'' she asked.
''No, I'd prefer if you welded it to my viewport'' Ke'Cholo responded angrily.
''Of course in the cargo hold, you imbecile.''

 

[KeCholo]

The probe droids immediately stopped their loading of the phrik bars on the freighter and propelled their way over to Slave I. ''T'anks for 'de job. As you can see I'm quite reliable.'' Ke'Cholo spoke into the control panel. ''We hope we can continue this relationship with you, Mr. Ke'Cholo'' the woman responded. ''Where's 'de next job?'' he inquired. ''Over Nal Hutta, another Republic cruiser. It'll arrive there in a few hours, be ready to jump into hyperspace.''