Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:37 pm by Liya Tawaza
[size=85:39pzbvv5]{ Starlight-class light freighter, [i:39pzbvv5]Bronze Star of Eliathix[/i:39pzbvv5] }[/size:39pzbvv5]
[color=#00FF40:39pzbvv5][i:39pzbvv5]*Scrappy met the war-ravenged refugees at the head of the boarding ramp, beeping and chirping excitedly as he saw Liya being carried aboard. The spunky little droid had plugged himself into an interface near the ramp, and as soon as all five passengers were aboard, he cranked the ramp shut, and fired off a message to the navicomputer to queue the autopilot program he had preset. With a tremble, the ship bounced 100 meters into the air above the jungle, and hovered on its repulsorlifts, waiting for someone to retake the controls. R5 had set things up beautifully for an escape. A massive grenade explosion ripped through the space the Bronze Star had been occupying on the ground, just moments earlier. There was a soft hum as her shields once more enveloped the craft, keeping it safe from the small arms fire now raining up from below.*
*Disengaging himself from the socket and retracting his datalink arm, the droid led the charge into the interior of the ship's pasenger compartments. They passed though a hatch into a common area with a small table and several couch-like seats. To the left were three closed hatches, then an open one straight ahead that probably lead to the cockpit. With a wave of his dome-mounted spotlight, Scrappy pointed Dazac, still carrying Liya, to the first door, and watched her anxiously as she was carrier to her bunk. There would be time to check her out later, but he still hated to let her out of his sight now that he'd finally got her back again --- especially with strangers hanging around.*[/i:39pzbvv5][/color:39pzbvv5]
[quote="Constanza Vinti":39pzbvv5][npc name=Claude "Mack" Dieter:39pzbvv5][action:39pzbvv5]Putting a hand at the back of his neck as he awaits a reply, Mack rolls his shoulders with a grunt, his injured right arm, now that the adrenaline in his system is beginning to wear off, beginning to throb dully, and steps inside the cockpit, nodding his chin in greeting to R5 as he says,[/action:39pzbvv5] "Your mistress is aft, still out from the looks of it. We'll take good care of her, don't worry. [action:39pzbvv5]Pointing up towards the cockpit's ceiling with a tired half-smile as he rubs the the old scar that stretches and twists from the left side of his forehead, down his stubbled cheek and all the way to his jaw, Mack says with a rare dash of humor brought on by the fact they are nearly finally out of the jungle - both literally and proverbially,[/action:39pzbvv5] Let's head out, mate. You need a co-pilot? Gunner? Cheerleader?"[/npc:39pzbvv5][/quote:39pzbvv5]
[color=#00FF40:39pzbvv5][i:39pzbvv5]*Then, as Sam turned to look out the side viewport for a glimpse of the battle, the droid sidled a little closer to Mack, and shown his spotlight on Liya's wrist-console. He began to chirp and whistles fast-paced answers to Mack's questions, still pointing insistently to the console. R5 didn't know if the stranger spoke astromech, and so he wanted to call attention to the words scrolling across the tiny display on the miniaturized device. That was likely to be the only way they could understand each other until Scrappy got back to the cockpit and got plugged in.*[/i:39pzbvv5]
[b:39pzbvv5]=R5-E1 [i:39pzbvv5]Scrapheap[/i:39pzbvv5]=[/b:39pzbvv5][/color:39pzbvv5]
[color=#80FF80:39pzbvv5]::: Thank you for your help.
Come with me to the cockpit. I do not know where we are going. Please, let's leave before any more Uglies show up. :::[/color:39pzbvv5]
[color=#00FF40:39pzbvv5][i:39pzbvv5]*The green, white, and purple droid led the way forward out of the passenger compartment, into a narrow passageway, and then through a second hatch into the cockpit, which had been completely modified from the standard layout to accommodate a single flesh-and-blood humanoid pilot, and a socket for a droid along the left side, slightly aft so as not to obscure the lines of sight for the pilot. R5 flashed his spotlight on the pilots chair, then popped into his socket with a whistle that sounded very much like a sigh or relief.*[/i:39pzbvv5][/color:39pzbvv5]