Top of the Line?

[Mark Cross]

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

Mark had been given a rare day off from the bar, and since he'd decided that Coruscant perhaps wasn't the type of place he could go wandering around and seeing the sights on his own, he'd spend it around his new vessel instead. It was a chance for him to get further acquainted, make some running repairs, try and work out what he'd like to do for the future in terms of upgrades, that type of thing. Besides, his time here had been far from what he'd expected. Run-down, full of undesirable characters, dangerous...it wasn't quite his scene. It might be time to move on, and before he did, he may as well get the freighter in as good a shape as it could be.

The ship was a Jast 1, the entry-level model made by the Jast Shipwright Co. It was small, nimble, SUPER fast, but it was built mostly from salvaged components. It was why it was affordable. It was why he could afford it. It was a modular design, so you could effectively take a part out and plug something newer and better in it's place, provided you had enough left in the power reserves to accept it. He could make this thing into pretty much whatever he wanted. Now he just had to decide what.

We join our superstar chef crawled under the bottom of the ship, knocking away at the hull to try and free a panel that it seemed had been welded shut. It didn't seem to want to budge, no matter how hard he hit it. Unfortunately, the panel next to it, which was closer to his midsection, was a little too eager to come away, sending a sheet of metal crashing down on top of him. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, and he groaned in discomfort as he wrestled for breath. The panel wasn't heavy enough that he was trapped, but moving it...yeah that could wait a second...

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Mark Cross"]

Lokthra, having just signed her new contract with Atelier, decided it was time to travel home and tell her colleagues about the good news. She always prefered seeing her father's face when she had good news as opposed to just the regular holomail. Lokthra was cruisely walking by the docks when she heard a loud metallic crash, her inquisitive and ship loving self couldn't help but investigate. She noticed an engineer around someone trapped under a metal panel; his breaths staggered, yet the engineer was struggling to remove it from over him. She looked over at the panel, and focused, it required more effort than she had remembered however the skill came back with relative ease. The metallic plate lifted into the air; as the engineer dragged the injured person away.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a calming manner

 

[Mark Cross]

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

“That...is cheating...” he remarked as he saw the panel floating effortlessly. Taking in a few big gulps of breath, he pushed himself up from the ground and begun to dust himself off.

He looked towards the fallen panel, already beginning to work through in his head as to how that was going back on the ship. It was probably going to be a two person job, since he doubted holding that up with one hand while he worked was going to be an option.

“I’m good, thanks for the save though!” He looked in Lokthra’s direction. “Maybe I should stick to cooking, I’m a lot better in a kitchen than I am around a shop...”

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Mark Cross"]

"I can put it back and let you have the pleasure of doing it the hard way if you wish?" She said in a jokingly fashion.

Lokthra was genuinely intrigued as to why a chef would have or need a freighter, and even more so as to why he is repairing it himself when the number of people who can fix it is too numerous to imagine.

"If you aren't good at it why don't you just put it in a repair yard? There are plenty around the place... being an owner of one myself I can more than attest to that"

 

[Mark Cross]

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

"No thanks, I really appreciate the help!" Mark laughed. He took a moment to peer at what was under the panel, nothing particularly interesting.

"So you own a repair yard?" that caught Mark's attention. "A couple of reasons really. The first, I used pretty much all of my stash of credits to buy the ship in the first place, so anything I can avoid paying out for, the better" he replied. The situation of finances was on the up, but definitely needed more time before he could start forking out on unnecessary expenses. "Secondly, I like to be independent, and I like to learn new things. I can deal with problems instead of having to wait for someone to fit me in. Plus, it's an extra skill I could potentially charge someone else credits for in the future!" he said with a smirk.

"You're right though, I'm doing things the hard way. I tend to do that a lot. I'm Mark by the way, Mark Cross"

 

[Diysuperguy33]

"Nice to meet you, Mark, I'm Lokthra, Lokthra Dawning. Yes I own a shipyard; Dagobah Shipyards"

[member="Mark Cross"]
/ooc It's completely up to the writer, but many choose to change the talking colour of people just to make for a slightly easier read. This being said mine is a bright green, too 'in your face'

She thought to herself for a short while, thinking of who this person is.

"Someone who likes to be independent, bought a ship, is a chef and will like to make money by what seems almost any means necessary. Have I got anything wrong?"

Sense started to rush through Lokthra as if it was the blood of her veins; this was not what she usually sounded like. She was starting to get a little concerned about her sudden change in behaviour, it seemed early stages still though.

"Sorry, that came out a bit harsh and blunt. I'm just making sure you aren't going to cause me any trouble... but if you would like we can visit my shipyards and I can show you some things. Free of charge of course. Is she spaceworthy?"

 

[Mark Cross]

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]
OOC - Sure thing! I’m not against the idea but I often end up having to tap out replies on my phone, easy enough to update when I get back home though

Mark blinked a few times as Lokthra described his character. “Well...erm...” he thought about it for a second, almost determined to defend the almost any means necessary statement he thought better of it. “While that’s a simplistic way of looking at it, and while I like to think morality does come into my decision making, you’re not far wrong” he laughed, picking up the loose panel and pushing it inside the open hold. He could fix that back on later.

“She’s spaceworthy, aside from liking to shake herself apart occasionally, REALLY fast and super nimble actually, it’s more fun than I thought it’d be” he said with as much pride as he could for the ship he could barely afford. “I’d love to visit your shipyards. Care to take her for a spin?”

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Mark Cross"]
/ooc If you're doing it on your phone and have to redo later I wouldn't worry, not worth the effort

Amazed at how...delicate... the ship is, Lokthra reluctantly tried to avoid flying the ship until she was where she knew she'd be safe no matter what.

[SIZE=inherit]"I would love to, but I also have my ship here, could I try her out when we arrive at the docks?"[/SIZE]

 

[Mark Cross]

"Sure thing, sounds good to me!"

Mark peered around the vessel in the closest thing to a pre-flight check as he currently knew how to do with his limited knowledge. He figured that as long as nothing else planned to shake itself loose for the time being, he'd be good to fly.

At this point, he hadn't detected that maybe the ship expert amongst the two of them might be a little wary of the craft.

"Well in that case, race you there?"

 

[Seuz]

/ooc Funny fact I accidentally used my other account to message this. Ignore this post haha

 

[Diysuperguy33]

Mark Cross

"It would be no race at all, you'd lose with me even on half power to engines," Lokthra said while giving a small laugh.

"How about we fly alongside each other... I don't want anything else on your ship to break, and if it does I have suits and a toing clamp in case the worst happens. Better to be safe than sorry"

"Stay here until you get my transmission, and we'll take it from there"

Lokthra went to her ship, only a short distance from Mark's pile of rubble, and transmitted the coordinates.

Over comms*
"Ready to leave when you are"

 

[Mark Cross]

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

“The ship...it’s going to get there!” Mark made a weak protest as Lokthra headed off in the direction of her own ship. With a shake of the head he made his way up the ramp and to the controls, nearly tripping over the dislodged panel on the way. He was going to turn into a laughing stock at this rate.

His hands flew across the console as he fired up the engines and raised the ramp. He took note of the coordinates and punched the comm.

“This bird’s ready to take flight!”

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Mark Cross"]

While traveling through hyperspace en-route to Dagobah:

"I was going to ask how you acquired such a large ship, but its condition tells me otherwise. We should have that fixed up in no time. Those things are almost as module as... well themselves, it's the most module thing that exists, put it that way"

 

[Mark Cross]

[member="Lokthra Dawning"]

"It was the only thing I could afford that was remotely in the budget" Mark admitted.

"For what I wanted it for anyway. I could have got something smaller, for sure, I am a chef, after all, it's not like carrying cargo is my main thing, and I don't think there's anyone that wants to hunt me down, but owning this thing has opened doors already. Definitely need to make some tweaks and improvements though. Maybe some better welding..."

 

[Diysuperguy33]

[member="Mark Cross"]
/ooc Note to self: Don't mess too much with notifications... you'll miss some and leave something going for about a week and think they left midway through the story.

"Ahhh the budget ship.... one of the worst things you could ever possibly do. Well, that's my opinions speaking at least... Anyways we are about to drop out of hyperspace"

Lokthra sent a transmission to the station, letting them know they are coming.