In Character Thread

As the party heads down the hallway heading towards the garage, the familiar sound of ratcheting tools and voices echoing in the large space can be heard before rounding the corner into the entry way.


The hallway terminates in an archway that opens up to a large open room with a very high ceiling. The cavity was carved and blasted out of the rocky interior of the icy moon on which the base occupies.


Astromech droids and mechanics can be seen scattered throughout the scenery. The edges of the garage have many workstations with large tool boxes and large equipment recently used, placed out of the way. To the right about 800 feet away, you can see the blue energy shielding covering the main entrance, keeping the bitter weather outside.


Near the main entrance a row of 6 Y-Wings are lined up side by side, noses pointing in the same direction, toward the center of the room. Hoses attached, boxes and crates nearby, but no personnel attending to them.


Directly across the hanger from the Y wings, 2 X-wings sit next to several open spaceship parking spaces. It looks as though there were 8 X-Wings parked here, and 6 of them are out of the hanger, judging by the open parking areas.


The crates and hoses are all pulled back from the empty spots, indicating they left this morning, and haven't yet returned. The 2 remaining X-wings both have maintenance crews patiently tending to them. Sparks fall from the tools of a repairman under one the X-wings, and he lays under the ship welding on the hull. The cracking and sputtering of the welding echos in garage.


Towards your left, near the rear of the garage you see a YT-2400 freighter surrounded by large crates and a handful of technicians.





To the untrained eye, it looks completely normal from a distance, but as the party walks across the concrete floor of the hanger to get a better look the damage to the freighter is immediately apparent.


Large deep black blaster marks score the aft of the ship near the top of the engine output. The ship looks to have been chased down and fired on by some very large weaponry. It's surprising that the damage didn't pierce through the hull.


Working around the freighter are several small pit droids. They are opening the crates and taking parts and pieces out, assembling them into larger components and laying them out in some order that seems obvious to them and the mechanics.


A floating Toydarian peers through the glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he observes the pit droids working, making notes on his datapad and stroking his dirty white beard.


Out of the interior of the ship the party sees a large Besalisk and small blue Squibb walking down the ramp towards the Toydarian both grinning with a guilty childish smile.

"Introduction: Greetings. I am designation T1-N33, Gunnery specialist and weapons enthusiast of the crew of captain Che Mora Amorantha," Tiny gestures towards the Pantoran he is accompanying, "He is more than capable of flying this...thing."

Tiny seems lost for words. He cant quite call it a ship. Theres no guns, no big proton torpedo bays, not even a Flak launching Mass driver. Tiny debates briefly about just sitting atop the ship with his rifle to stop any imperial vessels, then determines it to be a bad idea.

Mo's eyes are fixed on the ship, bounced around to pick out details of the craft, and it's obvious to anyone watching that he's eager to get on board and slide into his seat. Absently he shakes hands with the Besalisk as he restrains himself from heading inside. At the mention of piloting the craft he focuses his attention on the conversation at hand and says, "You better believe I can fly her. And, for the record Tiny, this isn't a 'thing', this is one of Corellian Engineering Corp's finest crafts, a YT-2400. Once our big friend here gets her fixed up, I'm eager to put her through her paces. How much of that damage is superficial and how much more time do you need to get her operational?"

"Addendum: Make sure the guns work!" Tiny chimes in, following where Mo left off. He is staring towards the ventral weapons port, trying to see if he can determine what kind of weapons system is on the ship

"Sounds good. I'll stow mine and maybe help Deks if he needs some unskilled labor. The sooner I'm flying again, the happier I'll be..." Mo said, with a nod to the Besalisk before heading in and "accidentally" putting his gear into the captain's cabin.

Maldan grumbles as he scratches his head. "I have nearly no mechanical experience to speak of, but if I can be of service in any way, I will do my best to accommodate you." He moves inside and begins unloading his gear.

A couple of the mechanics look at the ship, and look at the doctor curiously. They look back to the ship, whisper among themselves and ask.

what?

The dorsal turret angled up and back, as if frozen in its position during combat is quite prominently displayed a top the freighter.

I think a computers,or core worlds check would be better since you're not actually setting the jump right now. [Easy] plus 3 setback die because the engines are inoperable and shore power is disconnected.