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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:12 pm
"Not my girlfriend, just another person looking for a job." Kaleb said as he took out his license and presented it, it was corellian military issue and good for life.
"Class-M, I can fly damn near anything out that can lift off the ground. You've already read my resume, I served 8 years, including a special forces unit. Most of my time I was a pilot for anything as small as an interceptor-fighter, to battle-cruisers bigger than her." Once more he motioned to the Ruusan.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:12 pm
"Whatever." Jag said as he took her liscense and looked it over. "I sometimes get crewmen who want to bring their wives or girlfriends along with them. I make a habit of turning them down. I need people to focus on their jobs." He handed the girl back her License and then pointed back at the Ruusan. "You ever fly something that big?"
He took Kaleb's and looked it over with a frown.
"Fine then. You can fly. And you got better credentials than the girl. But This aint like any of your Corellian ships. The Ruusan was, for one, not built by Corellians. She handles differently and has different needs."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:24 pm
"Understood, all I would need to get a look at her operating system and get acquainted, but she looks heavily modified, extra thrusters and greatly improved over others that I've seen." Kaleb said, looking over the Ruusan.
"Her big guns are gone, and it looks like shes been reinforced as well as other modifications." He turned to Jag.
"What manner of ship will I be flying, sir?"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 4:44 pm
Sitting near the other thugs horsing around, Deakin inspected a job ad. "Ship crew," he thought. Deakin was a good hand on a large ship. Reading through he decided to send a job request.
Dear Captain Rohtul,
I'd like to request a job aboard your ship. I've got a resume attached to the message. I can work with ship repairing and I'm even capable of blaster work. One of my first jobs before smuggling was working at the starport on Eisly. Thank you for taking time in reading this, any job would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Deakin Fraust.
Cracking his fingers, Deakin leaned back and watched the thugs. His days of being an outlaw on Eisly were over. "Hey Zhar," Deakin called out. "I'll sell you my swoop for... 600?" Zhar, looking confused took the offer. He was most likely drunk or intoxicated. Deakin made easy credits, and it would hopefully help aboard the ship.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 5:05 pm
“Well you don’t have to worry about that with me,” she said taking her license back and stuffing it into her vest pocket. “I can concentrate on my job when need be.” She looked at the ship as he pointed at it. “No. I’ve never flown anything that big, close, but it was only an old Action class transport. But I’m a fast learner.”
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 5:13 pm
Jag shot a glare at the man.
"You'll be flying MY ship. Any other info you'd need was in the ad if you cared to read it."
He then turned to look at the girl. "You any good with Navicomputers? Ship systems?"
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 5:32 pm
Niomie flinched at Jags tone of voice.
“Yes sir, I’m familiar with nav-computers and most ship system.” She paused looking at the old warship. “I grew up on my parents Nova-Drive 3-Z helping out with the ships operation and hauling of freight ever since I was big enough to help out and not be in the way.”
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 5:59 pm
"Fine. Beggars cant be choosers. You guys got the jobs. You," Jag pointed to Kaleb. "You're the pilot." He then pointed to Niomie. "You're the Navigator. You two better familiarize yourselves with the systems. We leave tomorrow morning for Muunilist. Now grab your gear and get in the ship. The guy with the Red Beard can help square you away."
That done, Jag snatched up his datapad and read the message he recieved. He typed a reply.
Deakin Fraust,
You want the job, better get down here within 12 hours.
Jag Rohtul
Sending the message, Jag turned back to his ship to finally get some dinner.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:06 pm
Deakin flinched to the message response. He stood there for a second thinking of how to get to the hanger. The man who bought the speeder was intoxicated and the others couldn't tell the difference. Rubbing his chin, he started the bike and moved it out of view. As he got on, Zhar began to yell and Deakin hit the road, traveling to the star port. It felt good, he got another job.
Reaching the star port, he asked around for the ship. "I'm looking for the Ruusan," he said to a worker. "Its a corvette I believe." The worker spoke a different language, but the hand signals were enough.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:21 pm
Niomie’s eyes lit up, smiling she clasped her hand in front of her.
“Really? Thanks cap’ you wont regret this.” Her smile going from ear to ear. “Here you go.” She handed the helmet back to Kaleb and started towards the ship, almost skipping as she walked.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:25 pm
Taking the helmet, he smiled as he watched Niomie brighten up with joy, Kaleb turned to Jag."Um...is there a way I could bring my bike, its kinda important to me."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:29 pm
"Fine." Jag said. "But its not company property so it doesnt get company privalage. Its your sole responsibility and you owe me for every part you take from our supply to maintain her. I'd advise you strap it down good and tight in the Hangar."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:31 pm
"Right, then....hangar...?" Kaleb had climbed back onto his bike, but now looked confusingly to the ship. She had a hangar?
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:34 pm
Jag looked at him.
"Yes. The Hangar. The place where company vehicles are parked. Its fore of the docking bay through the double doors."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 6:40 pm
Nodding, Kaleb started up his swoop, the rumble echoing through the docking bay, it soon fainted to a very low beat as he drove up over and into the ship, guiding into the hangar and around Jags space tractor and the truck and found a good place to park.
Afterwards he sat down on the seat of the bike, taking in the ship around him.
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