Post by Farren Sefu on Jun 10, 2017 12:54:57 GMT -5
*Farren Sefu's story begins here*
***PROXIMITY ALERT***
***PROXIMITY ALERT***
Farren woke with a start as his alarm began blaring, indicating that an unscheduled and unknown ship had entered the system. He wiped his eyes and walked over to his monitor, salvaged from the wreckage of an old Arquitens cruiser that had crashed on Umbara during the Clone Wars. He had managed to get it rigged to a makeshift control panel he built in this room. The room wasn't much to look at, though. There were a few console screens taken from crashed and salvaged ships, and reprogrammed to create an advanced warning system, and a selection of weapons, ranging from assorted blasters and rifles, to rocket launchers and grenades. The walls were decorated with the crest of the Republic. There were two ways in an out of this main room. To the north, there was the main passage that led to the tunnels to the abandoned airbase that this hideout was built under. From there, one could get to various vehicles and defense systems. The passage to the west led to Farren's living quarters, where his bed and refresher room were located. The bed wasn't much to look at, but it was still quite comfortable, even with the KYD-21 blaster pistol tucked under the pillow. Next to the bed, propped up against the wall, was an Umbaran blaster rifle, taken off a fallen militant. Farren had grabbed the pistol from his bed and was now standing in front of the console that was blaring the alarm. After disabling the alert, he studied the monitor, and saw that a single ship had emerged from hyperspace and was now in a lazy orbit over the planet. Highlighting the ship's blip, Farren pulled up its description.
"Shit...." he muttered under his breath. It was just what he feared, after all this time. An Imperial Transport ship. Lambda-class, by the look of it. A full ship scan indicated that there was only one life form on board. A scout, no doubt. Farren thought to himself. He couldn't let the Empire find him here. He had been able to talk his way out of the smugglers and rogues that passed through this system, but there would be no getting away from Imperial detection. He had to act. Farren secured his pistol to his belt and ran back to his room, grabbing something from a desk drawer and putting that into a pouch on his pant leg, then ran through the tunnels to the airbase above. From there, he threw on a modified Umbaran militia suit, and hopped into a waiting Umbaran starfighter. The control were tricky and all the readouts were in Umbaran instead of Aurebesh, but after a year of exile on this planet, he had the hang of it by now. He maneuvered the control chair to dock with the rest of the ship and took off. This wouldn't take long....
*Farren's story continues in "Umbara, we have a problem..."*
***PROXIMITY ALERT***
***PROXIMITY ALERT***
Farren woke with a start as his alarm began blaring, indicating that an unscheduled and unknown ship had entered the system. He wiped his eyes and walked over to his monitor, salvaged from the wreckage of an old Arquitens cruiser that had crashed on Umbara during the Clone Wars. He had managed to get it rigged to a makeshift control panel he built in this room. The room wasn't much to look at, though. There were a few console screens taken from crashed and salvaged ships, and reprogrammed to create an advanced warning system, and a selection of weapons, ranging from assorted blasters and rifles, to rocket launchers and grenades. The walls were decorated with the crest of the Republic. There were two ways in an out of this main room. To the north, there was the main passage that led to the tunnels to the abandoned airbase that this hideout was built under. From there, one could get to various vehicles and defense systems. The passage to the west led to Farren's living quarters, where his bed and refresher room were located. The bed wasn't much to look at, but it was still quite comfortable, even with the KYD-21 blaster pistol tucked under the pillow. Next to the bed, propped up against the wall, was an Umbaran blaster rifle, taken off a fallen militant. Farren had grabbed the pistol from his bed and was now standing in front of the console that was blaring the alarm. After disabling the alert, he studied the monitor, and saw that a single ship had emerged from hyperspace and was now in a lazy orbit over the planet. Highlighting the ship's blip, Farren pulled up its description.
"Shit...." he muttered under his breath. It was just what he feared, after all this time. An Imperial Transport ship. Lambda-class, by the look of it. A full ship scan indicated that there was only one life form on board. A scout, no doubt. Farren thought to himself. He couldn't let the Empire find him here. He had been able to talk his way out of the smugglers and rogues that passed through this system, but there would be no getting away from Imperial detection. He had to act. Farren secured his pistol to his belt and ran back to his room, grabbing something from a desk drawer and putting that into a pouch on his pant leg, then ran through the tunnels to the airbase above. From there, he threw on a modified Umbaran militia suit, and hopped into a waiting Umbaran starfighter. The control were tricky and all the readouts were in Umbaran instead of Aurebesh, but after a year of exile on this planet, he had the hang of it by now. He maneuvered the control chair to dock with the rest of the ship and took off. This wouldn't take long....
*Farren's story continues in "Umbara, we have a problem..."*