Post by lloyd on Sept 17, 2015 11:38:40 GMT -5
A dangerous day, today.
After recovering from the "rough up" on The Wheel, the Twi'lek and I briefly conversed with the Reom's 3PO protocol droid. A dull one, curiously, despite obviously not having had a memory wipe since his service on the Sa Nalaor. Perhaps the 3PO models perform their own wipes on their behavior cores? Something to look into. Nonetheless, he made it clear that he was willing to help with anything and that his one purpose was to identify the bodies of Harsol and Cratala aboard the derelict Separatist ship located on Cholganna.
After consulting the star maps, I was left with two routes: A direct, dangerous jump directly to Cholganna, and a more roundabout but seemingly safer route into deep space and then Cholganna. The first jump into deep space went smoothly and without issue; 48 hours of hyperspace travel and practicing my blaster aim. The Twi'lek seemed bored to the point of hanging upside down, and the 3PO model was a quiet passenger belowdecks.
It was during this journey that everyone's datapad let out a short notification regarding my bounty: an impressive 10,000 credits. Naturally, this caused me to reprioritize my practice from only quick-draws to actually shooting something in the cramped cargo space, where the Twi'lek aptly suggested a new paint job for me, to make finding me difficult. I put it into consideration. The 3PO model, meanwhile, voiced his concerns about traveling with someone with a bounty on their head, and we placated him by telling him this was normal. I am not sure if we lied.
As soon as we exited into deep space, I consulted the star maps, which happened to also be several decades out of date. An attempted projection of stellar movements resulted in only a garbled image, so I told the crew to prepare for a risky jump through what was essentially now unknown space. Another day in hyperspace passed, but this time the transit ended in blaring alarms and a jarring exit into real space; so jarring in fact, the hull creaked and bent, and several computer systems went offline. Outside the cockpit, only a haze of cosmic dust was visible. I rerouted the circuitry in the main computer to the best of my ability, but was very soon preoccupied with dodging asteroids. A few complex maneuvers, some tractor beam jockeying on Lilith's part, and a hull breach later, we were out of the asteroid field above Cholganna. Ship damage was, overall, extensive, but we made it.
Side note: Next time, it may be prudent to decelerate to full stop immediately after an alarming exit from hyperspace. We throttled through the field at full sublight speed, which was, as the 3PO model was keen to comment on, "suicidal".
After recovering from the "rough up" on The Wheel, the Twi'lek and I briefly conversed with the Reom's 3PO protocol droid. A dull one, curiously, despite obviously not having had a memory wipe since his service on the Sa Nalaor. Perhaps the 3PO models perform their own wipes on their behavior cores? Something to look into. Nonetheless, he made it clear that he was willing to help with anything and that his one purpose was to identify the bodies of Harsol and Cratala aboard the derelict Separatist ship located on Cholganna.
After consulting the star maps, I was left with two routes: A direct, dangerous jump directly to Cholganna, and a more roundabout but seemingly safer route into deep space and then Cholganna. The first jump into deep space went smoothly and without issue; 48 hours of hyperspace travel and practicing my blaster aim. The Twi'lek seemed bored to the point of hanging upside down, and the 3PO model was a quiet passenger belowdecks.
It was during this journey that everyone's datapad let out a short notification regarding my bounty: an impressive 10,000 credits. Naturally, this caused me to reprioritize my practice from only quick-draws to actually shooting something in the cramped cargo space, where the Twi'lek aptly suggested a new paint job for me, to make finding me difficult. I put it into consideration. The 3PO model, meanwhile, voiced his concerns about traveling with someone with a bounty on their head, and we placated him by telling him this was normal. I am not sure if we lied.
As soon as we exited into deep space, I consulted the star maps, which happened to also be several decades out of date. An attempted projection of stellar movements resulted in only a garbled image, so I told the crew to prepare for a risky jump through what was essentially now unknown space. Another day in hyperspace passed, but this time the transit ended in blaring alarms and a jarring exit into real space; so jarring in fact, the hull creaked and bent, and several computer systems went offline. Outside the cockpit, only a haze of cosmic dust was visible. I rerouted the circuitry in the main computer to the best of my ability, but was very soon preoccupied with dodging asteroids. A few complex maneuvers, some tractor beam jockeying on Lilith's part, and a hull breach later, we were out of the asteroid field above Cholganna. Ship damage was, overall, extensive, but we made it.
Side note: Next time, it may be prudent to decelerate to full stop immediately after an alarming exit from hyperspace. We throttled through the field at full sublight speed, which was, as the 3PO model was keen to comment on, "suicidal".
