Post by Kyle Trite/Hal Kyook on Sept 12, 2006 1:47:31 GMT -5
Kyle’s lightsabers twirled around him in an elegant dance. It had been weeks since he failed to use kinetic combat correctly, almost costing him his arm. The wound healed long ago, but he made sure to not let that happen again. After a couple more slashes and twirls, he figure that he was ready, so he made his way to the hanger to find a transport to carry out his plans.
He finally found what he was looking for in the scrap pile. He was surprise why the academy would schedule this ship for the junkyard, but he soon found out why, it had no weapons, the shield generator was beyond repair, and the hyperdrive looked like it was going to give out in three jumps. Nevertheless, it was a large space transport and it had a huge cargo hold to match. It would be perfect for carrying his special cargo, but it was too slow and the sith might have a ship to destroy it so he would need to somehow sneak to the surface. He thought about a stealth generator, but since they are in short supply, he would need to go to the black market, and where better to look than the undercities of Coruscant.
(ooc: Continued in Coruscant Undercity.)
He finally found what he was looking for in the scrap pile. He was surprise why the academy would schedule this ship for the junkyard, but he soon found out why, it had no weapons, the shield generator was beyond repair, and the hyperdrive looked like it was going to give out in three jumps. Nevertheless, it was a large space transport and it had a huge cargo hold to match. It would be perfect for carrying his special cargo, but it was too slow and the sith might have a ship to destroy it so he would need to somehow sneak to the surface. He thought about a stealth generator, but since they are in short supply, he would need to go to the black market, and where better to look than the undercities of Coruscant.
(ooc: Continued in Coruscant Undercity.)