Mar 10
Arrival at Voss
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Arrival at Voss
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Star Wars: The Old Republic ships: D5-Mantis Patrol Craft.
(SWTOR assets-based 3D art)
Everyone Takes Better Care of Their Own Toys
Koth: thatâs THREE ships you owe me Lana
Lana: Any comments, Commander? Next Time weâre taking YOUR ship. Iâm sure the D5-Mantis wonât be as expensive to repair, or salvage
Wrathe: :D :D :D
Lana: Why do you look happy?
Darth Krovos: Because he is among the most infamous imperial pilots. The outline of âThe Red Acklayâ is a dreaded one among the stars
*three infiltration, two rescue and four space battles later*
Wrathe: I have you now! *does barrel roll*
Lana: AAAAAAAAAAAAHH
Mako: You get used to it
Lana: did you just cripple a dreadnaught and destroy four frigates... oh no weâre being chased... FOR THE LOVE OF THE EMPEROR NOT IN THE ASTEROIDS
*Later on Odesson*
Lana: Koth... I am never complaining about your flying again.
Koth: ....?
Darth Krovos: And another Pilotâs medal.Â
Amun Raa: *whistles* nice Dustmaker. wait... is the kill count painted on the side accurate and why is your D5-Mantis here?
Lana: Raa... hold me... I need to be held.
Amun Raa: what did you do to Lana? *glares*
Theron: we have a new mission to Zakuul. might get hairy. and by hairy, i mean lots of starfighters
LaWrathe: Iâll drive! :D :D get the Mantis ready to fly T-7!
T-7: T-7= very dizzy// will run repairs// but not coming this time
Star Wars: The Old Republic D5-Mantis Patrol Craft - Bounty Hunterâs Personal Starship
Okay, so the D5-Mantis that the Bounty Hunter flies has giant guns on special "armament foils.â Where the hell do you fire those guns from? The back seats in the cockpit? The screens donât look sensible for that purpose and you definitely canât see outside well from there. There are two consoles down by where the hydraulics for the foils appear to be, but those consoles have no seats and are tracking seismic data (for some reason).
Weâre back to âjust make stuff upâ again, arenât we.
*sigh*
(Okay, I donât know where the weapons controls are on the smugglerâs ship either. But this is the relevant ship of the moment. Iâm sure Iâll what about that at some point, too. Though the Luck has diverged sufficiently from the in game ship that it may not matter.)
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D5-Mantis Navicomputer gets sliced*
La Wrathe: *Thinking* wait, we were sliced? how did that happen? My wife is brilliant! thereâs no way we could have gotten sliced. Makoâs too good for us to have been sliced. Was she having an off day? Poor baby. âYouâre Telling me we were sliced? how were you not on top of that?â Mako: *Thinking* you ass. I wasnât on top of that because Iâve been on top of YOU.  âOh, I donât know... maybe because youâve been keeping me, Uh... Busy?â Torian: *coughs* *Thinking* Gault was right. this ship needs thicker bulkheads.
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Even thought Bounty Hunter comes off as a bit of a jerk with this option, I had to go back and make it. the three words never giving a good indication of tone. my though process was a more neutral, well, the ittalics print. I love this option though, as Mako implies rather indignantly, that she and my Hunter have a very healthy love life as heâs been âkeeping her busyâ Love Mako. She is baby.
Back to Dromund Kaas...
Escape from the Imperial Capital
The Great Hunt, it was a chance for glory and fame. A chance to become more than some azure-skinned alien on an Outer Rim planet nobody cared enough about to conquer. Before Braden had found him, Velldrinn had never even seen a starship, much less fly in one, and now he was standing on the bridge of his own starship.
A cacophonous mixture of alarms from the spaceport and the control console screamed at him as he struggled with the controls while trying to manuever the ship out of the hangar before Imperial security ground them permanently. So far he had managed to get the ship off the ground but navigating out of the hangar was proving far more difficult than he expected it would be.
"No, no, no! NOT THAT WAY!" Mako yelled at him before another alarm sounded just as the top of the ship collided with the roof sending a cloud of debris on the window. "Then you try doing it!" Velldrinn yelled back at the diminutive slicer, "I don't know how to fly!" She screamed anxiously back at him, "Neither do I!"
All of his life he had felt like an outcast, adrift alone in the world since the death of his parents, but never had he felt that pang so deeply as he had on the Imperial homeworld. Mako had warned him how aliens were treated in the Empire, especially here in the Imperial capital. Surely, he thought, it wouldn't be so bad here for him. After all, the other Chiss he met on Hutta was clearly working for the Empire -and- he had just captured an important defector from a Republic battleship almost single-handedly. How wrong he had been. Since he had set foot in Kaas City he had been insulted, degraded and harassed by the likes he had never experienced before, and that was besides the obstacles Tarro Blood had thrown in his path. Now he was going to die in an Imperial hangar before he could even begin all because neither of them new how to fly a stupid starship.
"I am not going to die in this hangar because of Tarro Blood and this lousy ship." He said through gritted teeth as he tried again to get the ship through the hangar when a voice responded to him that was not Mako's.
"My master's ship is not 'lousy'," a metallic voice piped up from the entrance to the bridge, "This is a D5-Man..."
Before the droid could finish Velldrinn had his blaster aimed at its face, saying, "Your master is dead and I'll scrap you next unless you can fly this thing out of here." The red LEDs in the 2V unit's eyes brightened in surprise and then quickly replied, "Of course, new master, right away!"
A few minutes later while the droid piloted and Mako figured out the navi-computer to set the coordinates for the jump to light speed, Velldrinn settled back into the seat now that they were safely out of the hangar. Now that he had time to think about where he had come from and where he was headed his thoughts went back to the last job he had planet side and the Imperial Intelligence officer who had betrayed him after successfully completing the job. No doubt the female Chiss who had worked with him to retrieve The General and infiltrated the Revanites with was almost certainly Imperial Intelligence herself. The more he considered her allegiance to the Empire, whom she worked for and his own experience with Imperial spooks he was glad to put distance between them. Maybe being alone in the galaxy was not such a bad thing.