The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...


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The interior of the ship cramped, but luxurious. The cockpit consists of the standard four-seat affair that most shuttles and transports feature now-a-days. The sleeping arrangments are nothing more than four sets of triple bunks lining a short side hallway with an enclosed fresher station at the end. The cargo bay is simply a fairly large closet, which is currently filled with luggage, racks of hunting weapons, a few crates, and a 2-meter long hoverboard decorated with a flame motif. Except for an engineering console in the cockpit, there is no engine room, per se, except for several access hatches in the floors and ceilings, and a narrow corridor that allows access to most the primary ship's systems.

The main feature of the ship, however, is the passenger lounge. Expansive and decadent incomparision to the rest of the ship, a dozen passengers could easily be entertained there. A holo display sits in one corner, and an autochef in another. The lighting is subdued and all the furniture is upholstered in dewback leather and elacca wood. A hyperspace capable luxury lounge would adequately describe the Redline.

Outside...

Bait whistles to catch Kelko's attention, and leads him beneath the belly of the ship. The droid's extendable claws reached up to the ship's hull, and opens a small access hatch, revealing a half-dozen or so buttons on a small control panel. He punches a few of the buttons, and two small bay doors open up on the underside of the ship. Hitting another pair of buttons, a speederbike is gently lowered by a automated rack from each bay door. Bait bounces on his toes for a moment, twittering to Kelko.
 
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ooc: Yay! Comfy chairs! Now about that cloaking device . . .

Arani's face falls when she sees the sleeping arrangements on the ship, but she brightens a considerably upon seeing the passenger lounge. She proceeds to amke herself very, very comfortable.
 

A furry arm drapes itself across Dorn's shoulders as Rorworr walks up behind the Jedi.

"So, how's everything going? With Arani, that is. I take it I don't need to give you the 'if you hurt her, I'll rip your arms off and beat you to death with them' talk?" Rorworr smiles in the friendliest manner possible with the last question.

"The other thing is, have you had a chance to talk with Sen yet? If you need moral support, I can be there when you tell him about you and 'Rani. If you think that would help?"
 

Sia-Lan's face nearly hurts from the wide smile she's got plastered all over it. Taking the hoverboard reverently into her hands, she gazes up upon it as if it were the most expensive jewel in the galaxy. Then setting it down, Sia kicks it into gear and starts zooming around the outside of the ship while waiting for the others to board.

"Who-hoo!" she yells out loud, stretching her arms out, her feet locked into the magboots. Her wild hair furls out behind her like an auburn banner, catching all the golden rays of the morning light.
 

(Setty pooh, I already am on the ship.)

Valara takes a tour of the ships interior, stopping in the lounge to grin at Arani, the lounge did look very comfortable, and judging from the noblewoman's relaxing form, it was even more comfortable then it looked. She lay herself out on one of the recliner's enjoying the softness as she scratched at Zheev's ears soothingly. She hadn't been spending as much time with him as she used to now that she was under Set's training.
 
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As Vor'en steps out on to the landing pad, he instinctively jumps backwards as Sia swoops through the space he was moments before. He lets out a small groan. Deel, you madman. You'll kill us all. After waiting for Sia to go by him again, he sprints for the boarding ramp. Just like every other hasty extraction I've been in, minus the blaster fire, he thinks. Once he reaches the ramp, he stops and gives the ship a once-over. He gives a mental shrug. Sure, it looks nice, but it won't last five seconds in combat. Oh well, just have to hope we don't get in any.
 

"Oh, you need to loosen up, Renni!" Sia-Lan calls out to Vor'en as she zooms on by, hearing his groan. "I bet even without that hood on your head, no one would ever see you smile anyway with that attitude!" Doing a little spin on her board, she laughed even though she nearly ended up a nice auburn-haired splat on the side of the ship. "Want a ride?"
 

Kelko glances between the droid and the speederbikes. "Is it my birthday or something?" he asks Bate rhetorically, and then jumps on a speederbike, starting the vehicle up and putting it through its paces until the others arrive. His snout narrows and cheeks swell with happiness. "Maybe I could modify the bike so that you could ride shotgun. Whaddaya say, Bate? After all, you're a part of the team now too, and great as your little treads are, they're not going to do it when we inevitably have to run for it."
 

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