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Joined: 25-April 07
Mon Calamari or Dac as some had come to call it was a world famed for its shipyards and beautiful oceans and it was a world many in the past would not only see as a hub for Alliance activity but also a major tourist spot. This of course was before the war with the Sith empire as the environmental damage sustained due to the darksiders was such that the main base of the Alliance had to be relocated to an orbital station yet all this was known to most whom traveled to and from this new capital of the Alliance.
One whom came to this world however would be in for a big surprise as his journey to this world was his first. Having exited from a hyperspace jump not too long ago, Artorius Xeronai came in search of new work from a man whom he had met on Naboo. Yet above that, he came to see for himself the world spoken of for its beauty and great oceans. As his ship came closer to the planet however, what he saw shook him to the core as it was yet another of those old fables that no longer held any truth; the planet was trashed to say the least.
"What in the bloody hell...?" Xero asked himself as he saw the polluted skies from a far. This once fabled jewel of the outer rim was now nothing more than a tarnished piece of rock affected by time and progress of sentient curiosity. Of course, the firerreo knew he had little time to contemplate such matters as he first had to deal with the security detail that was tight around this world; no doubt travel to and from the main capital was heavily regulated to protect against would-be assailants. For now, the man's ship lined up with others awaiting confirmation of ID codes to be allowed to dock with the main space station.
This post has been edited by Artorius Xeronai on Jan 21 2011, 08:16 PM
Zakkeg was aboard the station at the time, one of the few times he had been there, looking at a datapad he held within his hands about potential missions for the new Wraith Squadron that he could lead when he got enough able-bodied pilots around to join the squadron. Ramis really expected the Wraiths to pull weight when they were activated, Zakkeg could tell just by looking at the mission dossiers. He wasn't sure if he should be excited or scared by the prospect, but he knew that he had to create the best squadron possible to make the Wraiths as effective as possible.
His first step had been to go to Rogue Squadron and to interview pilots over there, but they had all been squeaky clean heroes. Just as he'd come to expect from Rogue Squadron. So he had passed up those pilots, because they were doing a better job with the Rogues anyway.
He decided next to go to the starport and to see if anyone there had heard rumors of a great pilot that he hadn't. When he arrived there, he found a familiar face getting off one of the ships. The Firerreo he had met on Naboo. Dressed in an Alliance uniform, Zakkeg hardly looked like the man who had been on Naboo a few days previous. But, he figured he was still recognizable enough, dressed in a tan uniform that looked almost like a mechanics.
Zakkeg was surprised the man had arrived on the planet, and taken him up on his offer. Placing the datapad in a pack he was carrying, Zakkeg approached the man from across the starport, holding his hand out when he got within range of the man for the man to shake it. "I am surprised you decided to come here."
Member No.: 961
Joined: 25-April 07
It had taken one or two hours but the line of bureaucratic bull finally moved on and Artorius was able to dock within one of the many hangars of the space station orbiting the now toxic world. The firerreo, after having went through all the checklists and shutdown procedures, exited his light freighter to see the masses of people that had migrated to this area; this new capital of democracy. Of course, Xero was not one to stick around such places for long as those in his line of work do not usually tend to rub well with the innocents of this galaxy. Of course, the man was not wanted as they could never tie him to much but it was always a hassle having to worry about dock workers and the like. Of course the line up here would prove longer and more infuriating than the one out of this protective shell but then again, Xero just wanted the day over with.
It was then that a man walked up to the firerreo and began speaking to him. "I am surprised you decided to come here." The man said and at first, Xero did not recognize him as he wore a new outfit and had a new look about him but the smell of cigarettes soon told the firerreo all he needed to know. This was his potential contact here, the man he had met on Naboo and now it seems at least the day was looking better. Sporting his civilian gear made up of a simple sleeveless tunic tucked, into a pair of loose pants, tucked into a pair of boots with a sleeveless trenchcoat, Xero made sure he kept the same look more or less that the man would remember him better.
"Hoped to catch some waves but did not realize the world was in such bad shape." Xero responded to the man, his attempts at sarcasm overshadowed by his disbelief at what had happened to Dac. Of course, he knew he could not leave things at that so he straightened himself out once more and looked to the man again.
"And you, what brings you to these lowly hangars, I didn't peg you for the mechanic type." Xero said with a half grin.