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| Darwin_Sky | Date: Thursday, 20 Aug 2015, 10:19 PM | Message # 1 |
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| A YT-1300 had emerged out of hyperspace, and it was not the infamous Millennium Falcon. Darwin figured that there would be a few run-ins with Imperial authorities by mistake due to the very same model Han Solo and Chewbacca flew. However, YT-1300 light freighter was used for various purposes and could still serve the crew well on the upcoming trip. R2-K8 and Nico was manning the controls together, with Darwin personally overseeing the piloting capabilities of the duo. IG-100 and Dak were already in the gunners' seats, in an event there were any screw-ups. Back in the one of the supplies rooms, Chumlee and Keke were double checking the supplies to ensure there were sufficient amounts for the supposed hunting expedition to Kashyyyk. Tenir, inside the main galley, were able to grab ahold of the hunting licenses needed in order to be approved for hunting Tachs and Kinraths for every crew members except for the droids. With the droids, proof of ownership were needed and that wasn't much of a difficulty being obtained.
The YT-1300 light freighter moved at a casual speed, as not to arouse the Imperial authorities' suspicions, straight for the forest world. The crew have a chance to make profits off the hunting expedition, if there are enough killings among specific native creature population. If there were any TIE fighters nearby, or the docking authorities down on the surface attempt to make contact with the hunters, Darwin would allow them to make the first contact. There was no need to make contact right out of hyperspace, and there was no need to produce small talks. All the crew has to do is to: receive contact from the authorities, prove that they were hunters, and then they would be off to begin their exciting adventure in an environment of adversity. Every single profit produced depends on this trip. If all else fails, there is always the Plan B.
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| Imperials | Date: Wednesday, 26 Aug 2015, 5:46 AM | Message # 2 |
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| A pair of TIE Fighters dropping in behind the apparently unnamed YT-1300 freighter would dispense with the faint hope that the Empire hadn't noticed the ship's arrival. Flight Officer Vandon was in the cockpit of one of the Imperial fighters, privately hoping that the YT would give him an excuse to open fire. He'd had lots of fun in the Wookiee Suppressions a couple years ago, punishing the locals for the destruction of the Empire's skyhook above the planet. Vandon loved the smell of a burning Wookiee village, but hadn't smelled it for quite some time, since things had become quiet on Kashyyyk. There hadn't been much else to do other than escorting slave ships or racing through stands of wroshyr trees with his squadron mates for fun. That, and traffic control.
A tinny sounding voice of an Imperial traffic controller would crackle over the YT freighter's comm, demanding that it identify itself and its purpose for traveling to Kashyyyk. The half-constructed Avatar Orbital Platform, many times larger than the skyhook it replaced and handling a far greater capacity of Wookiee slaves, seemed to watch silently just above the planet's verdant green horizon in the distance.
Provided that YT-1300's credentials were in order, it would be cleared to proceed and the duo of TIEs would be ordered to return to Avatar. Vandon did so reluctantly, but had a feeling this might not be the last time he encountered this freighter and its crew.
"The Empire reaches far and wide, and is made up of countless individuals who all strive for the same overall goal: stability."
―Ars Dangor
Commander M.T. Carson | Flight Officer Vandon
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| Darwin_Sky | Date: Friday, 28 Aug 2015, 11:26 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "Two bogies right behind us. They're trying to hail us." Nico called for his leader and comrade-in-arms. Darwin was sitting right behind R2-K8, "Patch it through." There would be a Telosian accent in response toward the Imperials. Before he would respond, he did a quick visual scan of the nearby Avatar Orbital Platform. They may not have been completed yet, but surely they must have defenses of any kinds. He was not entirely worried about the TIE fighters pursuing their home closely. In fact, the young Jedi was more concerned with the extent of the defenses should there be a communication breakdown.
Darwin would introduce himself using one of his alias, as well as his crew's alias being the hunters that hunt creatures for sport on various planets. Afterwards, the credentials for the hunting licenses would be scanned and transmit to the same Imperial traffic controller as permission to hunt in pretty much every part of the forest on Kashyyyk. If all credentials had went through, Darwin had bid the Imperial pilots farewell before cutting off all the communication. The light freighter would continue to maintain its current speed before slowly reducing speed as the descent continues through the planetary atmosphere.
The YT-1300 broke through the atmosphere, and the crew could tell immediately it was nighttime. The sky were full of beautiful stars, with large wroshyr trees everywhere. Darwin would order Nico to find a small clearing, just enough for the light freighter to fit through to be able to land right onto the ground. "Let's find us some friends, my friends." Darwin would tell the rest of the crew.
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