01-22-2004, 06:04 PM
"THAT'S IT, I'M OUTTA HERE!!" screamed D'orjahl as he started into a flat out dash for the exit.
"TANK, YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CREDITS TO KEEP ME HERE JUST TO POINT AND ORDER!" The tech jumped into the open turbo-lift and closed the door behind him leaving the motley crew behind him.
"well whaddaya know, finally something went right! I didn't have to take the gang ways.."
D'orjahl left the turbo-lift upon reaching the hangar level, and made straight for the hangar bay. He thought for a moment to try retrieving some personal effects from the store but thought better of it.
"Nothing I can't replace in there...just get in my ship(whats left of it) and go!"
When D'orjahl reached the hangar he set to work seeking out his ship. There where he left it last was a complete Imperial missile boat.
"WHAT THE..." Stopped dead in his tracks stood D'orjahl jaw dropped to the floor looking at the fighter Goku had brought back from an imperial out post. The missile boat looked to be heavily cannibalized and lay partially stripped down missing it's weapons pods and starboard wing.The engine cowling was totally removed exposing the empty cavity where the ION drive was supposed to be. Absorption pads lay on the deck under the craft sopping up lubricants and the coolant lines were safely puged to prevent the deadly gasses used for engine coolant from escapeing into the stations filtered atmosephere.For a long moment D'orjahl could say nothing but stared at what he thought was supposed to be his ship.
"They....they.... have ruined my ship.... I'll have to start all over again..."
As the distraught flight tech stared open mouthed at the craft before him he came to realize the the missile boat before him was indeed not his ship, only one of similar nature.
"This can't be my ship" D'orjahl said with a sigh of relief.
"This ship has the markings of an imperial craft complete with designation number."
D'orjahl then had another distressing thought. "This ship wasn't here yesterday,... GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLEY!!! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!
D'orjahl again began his frantic search for his own ship witch he found in short order on the far side of a shuttle craft.
The ship was painted black and yellow with zig-zag patterns much like the warning markings used to boarder service hatches and loading zones. The torpedo pods had been replaced with canisters that doubled as both cargo capacity and ION drive enhancement mechanisms of his own design. The starboard wing was unpainted with the exception of the imperial markings and number from the cannibalized ship and portions of the engine cowling.
"Thank goodness the reactor core of the ION drive wasn't hit directly lest it would have vaporized not only my ship, but every thing in the hangar bay!"
D'orjahl seated himself in the cockpit and started up the primary ignition sequence and carefully scanned the HUD watching the diagnostics paying special attention to the S.L.A.M.S. display.
"50% ON MY SLAMS!? OH I'M SO OUTTA HERE!!!" As the old tech reached for the hat control and collective to the repulsors he felt overcome with gut sickness as the repulsor generators whined down to a halt. All the instruments in the cockpit went black save for the main display. Across the display read a message.
**WITH REGRETS I MUST REQUEST THAT YOU STAND DOWN AND AWAIT SECURITY, THIS CRAFT IS NOT CLEARED FOR DEPARTURE AND ISSUES OF YOUR REQUIRED PRESENCE ON THIS STATION HAVE YET TO BE DISCUSSED**
"DISCUSSED !!!" D'orjahl screamed. "WHATS TO DISCUSS!? I DON'T LIKE IT HERE AND I'M LEAVING!"
A new message came across the display.
**NO YOUR NOT**
D'orjahl glanced about the hangar from inside the cockpit and just off his port wing was an astromech, R2Vader.
"LET MY SHIP GO YA @*&$^*IN AUTOMATED WASTE BASKET!!!" D'orjahl shouted.
Coming up behind the little droid were several security guards, Ace and Aslan. Ace was still rubbing the bump on his head.
Across the display read....
**FLATTERY WILL GET YOU NO WERE**
"TANK, YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CREDITS TO KEEP ME HERE JUST TO POINT AND ORDER!" The tech jumped into the open turbo-lift and closed the door behind him leaving the motley crew behind him.
"well whaddaya know, finally something went right! I didn't have to take the gang ways.."
D'orjahl left the turbo-lift upon reaching the hangar level, and made straight for the hangar bay. He thought for a moment to try retrieving some personal effects from the store but thought better of it.
"Nothing I can't replace in there...just get in my ship(whats left of it) and go!"
When D'orjahl reached the hangar he set to work seeking out his ship. There where he left it last was a complete Imperial missile boat.
"WHAT THE..." Stopped dead in his tracks stood D'orjahl jaw dropped to the floor looking at the fighter Goku had brought back from an imperial out post. The missile boat looked to be heavily cannibalized and lay partially stripped down missing it's weapons pods and starboard wing.The engine cowling was totally removed exposing the empty cavity where the ION drive was supposed to be. Absorption pads lay on the deck under the craft sopping up lubricants and the coolant lines were safely puged to prevent the deadly gasses used for engine coolant from escapeing into the stations filtered atmosephere.For a long moment D'orjahl could say nothing but stared at what he thought was supposed to be his ship.
"They....they.... have ruined my ship.... I'll have to start all over again..."
As the distraught flight tech stared open mouthed at the craft before him he came to realize the the missile boat before him was indeed not his ship, only one of similar nature.
"This can't be my ship" D'orjahl said with a sigh of relief.
"This ship has the markings of an imperial craft complete with designation number."
D'orjahl then had another distressing thought. "This ship wasn't here yesterday,... GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLEY!!! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!
D'orjahl again began his frantic search for his own ship witch he found in short order on the far side of a shuttle craft.
The ship was painted black and yellow with zig-zag patterns much like the warning markings used to boarder service hatches and loading zones. The torpedo pods had been replaced with canisters that doubled as both cargo capacity and ION drive enhancement mechanisms of his own design. The starboard wing was unpainted with the exception of the imperial markings and number from the cannibalized ship and portions of the engine cowling.
"Thank goodness the reactor core of the ION drive wasn't hit directly lest it would have vaporized not only my ship, but every thing in the hangar bay!"
D'orjahl seated himself in the cockpit and started up the primary ignition sequence and carefully scanned the HUD watching the diagnostics paying special attention to the S.L.A.M.S. display.
"50% ON MY SLAMS!? OH I'M SO OUTTA HERE!!!" As the old tech reached for the hat control and collective to the repulsors he felt overcome with gut sickness as the repulsor generators whined down to a halt. All the instruments in the cockpit went black save for the main display. Across the display read a message.
**WITH REGRETS I MUST REQUEST THAT YOU STAND DOWN AND AWAIT SECURITY, THIS CRAFT IS NOT CLEARED FOR DEPARTURE AND ISSUES OF YOUR REQUIRED PRESENCE ON THIS STATION HAVE YET TO BE DISCUSSED**
"DISCUSSED !!!" D'orjahl screamed. "WHATS TO DISCUSS!? I DON'T LIKE IT HERE AND I'M LEAVING!"
A new message came across the display.
**NO YOUR NOT**
D'orjahl glanced about the hangar from inside the cockpit and just off his port wing was an astromech, R2Vader.
"LET MY SHIP GO YA @*&$^*IN AUTOMATED WASTE BASKET!!!" D'orjahl shouted.
Coming up behind the little droid were several security guards, Ace and Aslan. Ace was still rubbing the bump on his head.
Across the display read....
**FLATTERY WILL GET YOU NO WERE**