Private Unforeseen Circumstances

[Karasu]

The dilapidated medical sprint class star ship rocketed through planet Gutretee’s atmosphere. The glow of yellow and orange blanketed the nose of the ship as the atmosphere burned through it’s exit of the planet. Krake was trying to salvage as much of a half-corked take off as he could, while the Zabrak tried to respond to all the flashing alerts and warnings that continued to keep his focus slightly obscured. His now recently fallen companions who tried to escape as well; Zeeth and Luwaga had done all the could for the past several months to get the medical ship at least flyable, but after two turret direct hits, the ship was loosing altitude and power fast.

Making it through the atmosphere, Krake hadn’t stopped sweating yet, as he bolted up out of the cockpits seat he turned to the back towards the ships systems computer to see what damage had been done. The lights flickered several times, the sound of the engines dying and restarting. From watch Krake could tell, the two turret blasts had only scorched the underside of the hull, and caused some minor damage to one of the rear engine husks. However, Krake wasn’t a mechanic, in fact he was hardly a pilot, but he did what he could manage in ensuring he was going to be able to make a jump into light speed. So far on the radar screen, he hadn’t had anyone pursue after him from Planet Gutretee.

Narrowing his dull orange eyes at the systems screen, he clenched his jaw tight, “We didn’t sacrifice everything to not make it away from this scrap heap.” Krake said in a low growl of irritation, his eyes stopping at the non-functional medical droid that remained slunked over behind the operation table down from the cockpits room. The spiked head humanoid took in a deep breath, slapping the warning and alert override shutoff button. The ship’s low hum from the engines was all that was currently heard, and Krake placed himself back into the pilot’s chair, pressing a few coordinates into the hyper-drive screen. It was a gamble now, if everything was at least functional enough, the ship should make it to it’s plotted destination, or at least Krake hoped.

“I will prevail.” Was all Krake said under his breath as he locked in his belt and shoulder strap and punched the warp engine engage switch. More warning lights illuminated the system screen as the stars made long white lines across the window of the cockpit. Krake held tight waiting for the completion of the warm process to ignite, but just before the blue and greyish white tunneled hue proceeded, this medical sprint class ship lurched aside, and quickly fell out from light speed just as quickly as it had started. The systems and all lights flickered off, and a faint glow emitted from just over head.

Dead in the water, or space, the ships remaining protocol when there was any issue with hyper-jumps was to prevent collisions and would use it’s resources for an all stop. Krake unbuckled himself from the chair and stood up, trying to find out what he could do get himself out of sight if there was any chance there were bandits or even someone that might have been tailing him. For now, the ship remained quiet slowly driving into the vast nothingness.



Tag: @ Ty Sibo

 

[Ty Sibo]

After The medical Splint floated close enough THe crew of a Separatist cruiser activated the Tractor beams to bring the ship aboard their own the captin waiting in the hanger as it was brought aboard. once it was Ty would reach out with his telepathy the voice that whoever was in the medical ship would hear would sound young but gruff. "My Name is Ty Sibo if anyone is alive on board this ship speak up we need a pilot for our ship if you fit the position we will talk about payment and possible employment within the company." Ty motioned a bony hand for the droid crew to make their way over to power up the ship enough to get the doors open while Ty stood waiting for a response.

Ty and the crew of the separatist class cruiser had been floating out here for a few weeks at this point Ty's last "job" didn't go as planned and left them stranded and out of com relay with THe corporation.
Tag: Karasu

 

[Karasu]

It had nearly been two hours that Krake remained floating in space with his life support systems still functional, and his communications were also operational. There wasn’t any chatter on the comms, which was good and bad, one being he was alone, which worked both ways. Crawling in and out of the smallest crawlspace near the rear of the ship, Krake tried to tinker with what best he could to get the engines back to being fully functional again. He was no mechanic to say the least, but it he would die out in space without food, water, or any life support at best. The emergency lighting that have a small orange glow inside the ship, wasn’t enough to see well in the small crawl space Krake was trying to move around in. There was a small chime he faintly heard towards the front of the ship, which caused him to quickly shuffle his way out of the crawl space. Once he was out, he swiftly bolted to the front of the ship to see what the alert was.

Before him looking out of the main window of the cockpit was a separatist class cruiser that had recently tractor beamed the medical sprint class ship and was pulling them into their hanger. This had been the chime alert sound Krake had heard, and it wasn’t good….or was it?

“Crink!” Krake cursed aloud, he placed a bluish -green hand on the reinforced glass to brace himself up closer to the window to get a better look. He didn’t recognize the ship, but why would he, he had been a slave for most of his young life, and hadn’t seen much of the galaxy when he was a child. What he did know, he learned mostly on Gutretee.

This ship entered the hanger, and it softly landed. Krake had already forced himself to conceal himself behind the operating table where the deactivated medical droid slumped over. Krake only carried a small shiv that wouldn’t do much to anyone carrying a blaster with them, but he wouldn’t go down without a fight. Suddenly, there were words being spoken to him in his mind. It shook Krake to his core, and he didn’t know what else to do, but listen.

“My name is Ty Sibo, if anyone is alive on board this ship, speak up, we need a pilot for our ship if you fit the position, we will talk about payment and possible employment within the company.” said the voice, or Ty Sibo rather.

Krake blinked several times in understanding and quickly made a decision. “I….I am alive. I will pilot your ship.” He replied, trying to sense if his voice had been heard. There were several sounds outside the Sprint class ship, as the crew opened a port plug flange and powered the ship back on to have the side door open. The Zabrak slowly stood up as the beaming light from outside the hanger filtered into his ship. Krake carefully walked towards the open door, and bringing a hand to his face to shadow the bright lights.

Ty Sibo

 

[Ty Sibo]

Ty would Look at the Man who walked out of the Ship with blueish orbs of energy he called eyes resting in the emptiness of his eye sockets bringing a skeletal hand mostly covered in bandages resting it on his jaw as he mused to himself. "You need any medical or food you don't look all that great." Ty stood tall with a heavy anti-material rifle in one hand and on his hip a proto-saber and its connected power pack. his body or lack thereof was mostly covered in a heavy biosuit with plating from blast suits lining it all of which seemed to have a heat-treated hexagon blaster resistant layer to it. on his skull lay a red beret and on his left shoulder sat his pet Mynock quietly sucking on a battery. "Names Ty Sibo, Get yourself some food and get checked out by the ships medical officer and them come see me, we may need a pilot but I wont have you working yourself to death if your not 100%" Ty continued threw telepathy

One of the droid crew walked over letting Ty know they need to keep moving only for Ty to hold up his hand to silence it. "I'm well aware we need to keep moving Gutretee’s military force will most likely be headed here after our stunt but I won't force a man who might not be fit for duty just yet just stay on the guns and prepare tell the crews till further notice to be at defcon 1."

 

[Karasu]

Ty Sibo had introduced himself where he stood, most of the conversation was spoken telepathically. It was all to strange to Krake, as this sort of method of conversation was certainly very alien to him. He was alone until one of the droids walked over to Ty and reported something to him. What Ty Sibo verbally said next, caught Krake by surprised and he could very little make sense to what was said. Though something he had said caught Krake in his tracks, the mention of food as when he had entered space after his escape it had nearly been nine days while he floated there in the darkness. His stomach growled in agreement to the word, and he stepped slowly away from his commandeered sprint class medical ship. When his hand left the secure hold of the ship’s doorway, he did notice how weak he was, and it was obvious that Ty mentioned he could easily see it.

The man's over appearance had Krake in alarming stance, as he had never seen such a species such as this, his very humanoid appearance would somehow cause some reassurance, but the fact it was with out skin, flesh, and muscle only had Krake all the more cautionary to whom was speaking to him telepathically. The Zabrak consider after the years he'd been enslaved, there maybe had been more species discovered and introduced into the realm of the galaxy. Still the appearance was very haunting, and Krake was all the more alarmed.

In a weak croak Krake replied, “I will eat, then see medical.” It was direct and to the point, as still Krake did not know how certain he was in good company or bad, but for now he knew he was at least going to live a little while longer. He didn’t have a bad feeling about his situation, only an uncertain one, and that caused to be alert and very cautious.

Slowly Krake walked passed Ty Sibo, noticing the anti-material rifle in one hand a proto-saber on his hip. this also added more worry to his situation, but food did overturn his concerns more the merry, but still Krake was without any weapons, although concealed in his tattered robes, a surgical knife he easily took from the unfunctional medical droid.

Krake continued on, uncertain of the ships layout, but he could find a data terminal post not far from the turbo lift in the hanger. Krake easily made a note to the mess hall’s location, and of course medical bay. Taking in a long deep breath the muti-horned humanoid proceed the the mess. The ship was bigger than Krake expected, and there were quite a few droid he passed. Keeping a remote distance from whomever he came in contact with, Krake found himself in the mess hall, and grabbed as much food as he possible could fit on the metallic tray.


Tag Ty Sibo