Deep in sector 7 of the Cyris flight zone, a small flash of light could barley be seen. Looking closer however, one would see a large, flaming vessel barreling toward the frozen planet. Inside the cockpit of the
Hustler, blinkers on the console to Baroth's left were going off, indicating the ship was losing altitude and oxygen. A leak in the fuel tanks had ruptured, and imploded in a snaking line through the rest of the tanks including the reserves and the left engine.
Baroth flipped the third switch to his right, releasing the ship's private oxygen supply through the vents with a faint
hiss. The reserves were awfully low from the fuel implosion moments prior. He then quickly activated the vapor lock for the right engine, and gassed with the engine room to prevent further damage. He'd been piloting the
Hustler for over four-teen years now and had lots of first-time experiences within it's hull. From his first time out in space to his first bounty, it was allHe had no plans of dying in it.
He was wondering why Oracle wasn't pestering him about his outstanding. After acquiring her on Starflare,
'Oracle online.'
"Ah pl***.." Baroth muttered from under his helmet.
"Hey, i heard that. It's not nice to cuss, ya know." She declared, popping up in her hologram form on the left console and walking along the small, digital walk way at the bottom. Oh bite me... Baroth thought. Then she looked to the fiber-glass window, widening her eyes as she saw the surface of Cyris closing in.
"I see you managed to get yourself in another mess. Gods help us."
"He started it. Gah!" Baroth yelled, as he pulled the yoke left backwards on the wheel-like steering mechanism, narrowly avoiding a frozen glacier. The stone-like ice surface scrapped the right side of the ship, creating a gaping hole and causing an even bigger leak. Thank god he was on a breathable planet. Small, micro globs of snow hits the glass en masse, making it extremely difficult to see where they might crash. "Send a HGS (holo-geographical scan) to see where we can land smoothly, would you doll?"
She snorted. "Huh. Smoothly. And what happened to that 'titanium-plated hull' and 'triple layered' shields you promised last week?" She said quietly, sending a wave of holo-pixels through the glass and towards the snow-blanketed ground below. They collided with the cold ground, mapping out the randomly shaped terrain below.
"I told you already: There was a mix up at the shop and Bering couldn't help me out. Gods this storm is impossible to navigate. Could you politely remind me why we chose this planet again."
"Well, not only is it off the grid, but everyone in the galaxy has either ignored or forgotten it's existence. The guild is smart for choosing it. Plus, it is your homeland."
"Was my homeland. Maybe i'd like it more if it wasn't so damned cold all the time.. Now, shall we make more observations or can we try not to die?"
"Right. Searching for a Landing Zone within a minimal distance.... There! On that hill! It's wide enough to land on and Rex can have some room for repairs. Go for it!"
"I am, i am!..." Baroth replied pulling hard right on the wheel. The ship reared to the right slowly, the cockpit lining up with the LZ waypoint Oracle set on his visor. The ship rumbled and shook slightly as the ground neared the ship's front. "How far are we from the LZ!?"
"Thirty feet!...."
The snow was visible. Along with tall, ice mountains and cities far off in deep limits of Baroth's vision.
"Twenty feet!...."
A city came into view on his right. An intersection held the crash site of an X wing ship.
"Ten feet!..."
"Hold on!" Baroth screamed, releasing the wheel to flip a green switch, activating what was left of the reserve shields, before tucking his chin in and covering his head with his arms just as the ship touched ground.
The front of the ship crashed into the hillside, bursting out of it in an explosive hail of ice, metal and fire.
CCCCCCCRRRSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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"...ake up!...oth! Wake up! Come on!"
Baroth's hearing returned slowly and his fuzzy vision cleared as he saw Oracle standing by his head. He sat up from his lay on the center console, earning a sprite of pain from his back. He grimaced in pain as he grabbed his back with his right hand and surveyed the ship. The room was dark, cold and still.
"Power's off..... Damage report?" He asked, looking at Oracle.
She pulled up a line of floating holo-graphic notes. "Well, the cargo hold is gonna need some patching. The opening on the right side of the ship is gonna need a few patches as well. The guns, engines, boosters, C-325 drives, and carbon vents are all gonna need major patching." She finished, swiping through all her notes to make sure she was correct.
Of course she was.
"And the P-5 drives? The exterior? The center AA-7 gun?" He asked, standing up from his pilot chair and looking about the tilted room.
"Like i said, they're gonna need major patches. This wasn't a walk in you park, you know." She replied, watching Baroth as he looked around the room.
"No. But it was your idea. Get Rex on it." He said, walking towards the exit door.
"Right. Hey! Forgetting something?" She said sarcastically, as Baroth reared on his heel and walked back to the console. He reached down and pulled the chip from the center console.
"Not yet." He mumbled, turning on his heel again and walking to the cockpit's exit, inserting the chip in slot on the back of his helmet.
He opened a small metal box pinned to the wall and pushed in his passcode, restoring power to the ship. The door slid to the left with a hiss and Baroth walked out and into the corridor. Sparks sprayed out randomly from small cuts and dents in the hall, falling across and on his Bio-tech Bodysuit. He pulled up his left arm and powered up his data-pad. He scrolled through the list of options, stopping at the one marked 'Open Weapons Cache' and tapped it.
Ahead of him, one of the hallway panels dropped down, revealing his arsenal of weapons and ammo. Baroth took his V15 Laser Sniper Rifle and swung it on to the magnetic seal on his back. He grabbed his two V8 Energy Pistols and slapped them onto the magnetic seals on his thighs. Then he took his grenades and lined them up along his waist. He once again pulled up his left arm data-pad and selected 'Close Weapons Cache' as he grabbed his V16 Plasma Assualt Rifle.
He jogged out where the hall split both left and right and ran to the left, holding his rifle in both hands. As he ran he saw his Robotic comrade, Rex, walk casually by him, waving with a smile.
Baroth rolled his eyes under his helmet.
"Just fix the damn holes." He ordered coldly. "On it, sir." Rex said obediently. Arriving at the back of the ship, Baroth once again used his data-pad and selected 'Open Bay Door'. The long, rectangular space in front of Baroth lowered as the stingingly cold air attacked his armor.
Almost instantly, Baroth's Bodysuit took a scan of the area as he walked down the ramp, and set his ACs to warm-high. His body shield flashed up as the snow striked his armor with force and purpose, blocking the snow from freezing him over. But it wouldn't last long. Wading through the knee-deep snow, Baroth selected the 'Close Bay Door' option on his data-pad, and the ramp behind him lifted itself up and closed. He used his bio-scan to see if there were any lifeforms around him. None. He looked up at the sky and saw the thick trail of black smoke his ship had made in it's descent.
"I imagine we made an entrance of sorts?" She asked ironically.
"They'll use that smoke trail to track us. When we crashed, how long was i out?" He asked Oracle, holding his gun firmly and scanning the area. There was a city, barley visible, beyond the slope. Maybe that's where the hunters were. Better than nothing....
"About a minute and a half. Why?" She asked on his visor, tilting her head like she was inclined.
But she wasn't.
"Then they're close already. We need to find them."
"But what if they-"
"Mute." He said, pushing through the snow and down the ice covered slope. As he neared the bottom of the slope, the street came into full view. There were black scrape marks and small fires leading up to the ship itself in the T shaped intersection. Before he could investigate further, however, he felt a pistol nudge against the back of his head. "Make one move and you die right here. I'll let the snow bury you. Now, why are you here?"
"Same reason you are."
"Which is?"
"Collect that bounty on Kaylin Ataro. Plain and simple."
"Nothing is simple in this line of work." He felt the pistol lower and saw the man walk past him. "You're dead, by the way."
"Hey! Wait a second." The man stopped and glared back at Baroth. "You probably saw my ship crash over there, so-"
"So what? If it's a ride you're asking for, i can't help you. I have one passenger too many anyway." He said coldly, trudging through the snow towards a ship in the distance.
Baroth clenched his teeth as he quietly cussed to himself. "F***! Alright! Hey! I'll pay you for the trip!" The man stopped in his tracks, turning to fully face Baroth.
"How much do you have?"
"Five-hundred thousand."
"Not enough. Find another ride."
"Combined with that bounty, i say it's damn plenty. That is, if you get it."
"IF is a very big word."
"If is a single chance. And a single chance is a galaxy of hope. Now, do you wanna keep debating over this and freeze our asses off or should we find some shelter?"
Silence. Finally, the man turned back towards the ship and continued towards it. "Follow me."
Baroth exhaled heavily and followed through the thick snow blanket. "Unmute."
"Ugh! I hate it when you do that!"
"I don't. I like the howl of this air to your talking anyway."
"Oh haha. I prefer a Troll's ass to your face."
"Aren't you sweet. Listen, we have to catch a ride with one of the Hunters. Now i know what you're thinking, but this-"
"Are you crazy? Don't you remember what happened the last time we trusted a hunter?"
"Hey, i was drunk and he was clever, that's all that needs to be said. Would you rather i freeze up into a statue out here?"
"Now that i wouldn't mind."
"We're taking the ride. Pull up a line with Rex."
"Fine." She said, her face fading off his visor and Rex's replacing it. "You contacted me, sir?"
"Yea, look. I'm gonna be gone for a while so when you're done with the patches, power up the ship and park it in one of these hangers."
"Understood, sir. If i may suggest another thi-"
"Disconnect." Baroth said, as Rex's face faded and Oracle's reappeared.
"I see you got tired of Rex."
"Don't make me mute you again. See this guy in front of me? Pull up any records you can on his background, name, anything."
"On it. I'll see what i can find. Might take a while."
"Then make it snappy, we're on the clock." Baroth said, as he saw the man's ship in full view. A ramp lowered and he was led up it, into the ship.
(OOC: Hope you don't mind me saying those things, Marek. I just figured that what Aden would say. Also, additional pictures below.)
Oracle.
Rex.