by Xierreau » Tue Jun 06, 2017 9:06 pm
The bridge of the Starcross was quiet as the young Hutt lounged at the Navigation station watching the stars pass by the windows. Hyperspace was his favorite part of being a pilot, the quiet serenity, knowing you were the only thing in this universe for a brief time. Then the coming uncertainty of what you might find on the other side when you came out.
The bridge lights were turned low, he glanced at the comm officer's seat and knew that if his daughter showed she would complain about how gloomy it was, just as he knew his XO , glancing at the weapons officer seat, came on watch she would complain about the temperature. It was not his fault other races liked to live at such freezing conditions. How could you properly feel motivated to move if water couldn't boil on the deck plates? Barbarians! The last chair of course remained empty as well, the pilots seat technically. Any of the four consoles could control the ship, the primary pilot controls were actually the ones used least often, as they were only used if one of the three regular bridge crew were not controlling the ship.
The Hutt looked over his hyper space messages, reviewed the one from his aunt and sent her a ETA on thier return to the smugglers moon from acting as taxi service for republic social workers. It seemed there would be a welcoming party of Imperial and Republic ambassadors when they arrived. Wouldn't that be great. Maybe they'd get lucky and find he forgot to carry a one and end up off couse when they came out. Maybe they'd end up inside a black hole. One could dream....
(Open for SC crew or incoming hyperspace calls)
* Hutt Smuggler * Besaddii Kajidic * Captain of the Starcross *
Equipment: Personal Repulser Sled, Thick Clothing, Stims, Com Unit, Mask, Rings