Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Jul 12, 2007 6:42:16 GMT -5
Aboard ‘Serenity’, Within the Yag’dhul System: Over a Week Later
He sat alone on the bridge of his ship, the door securely closed to ensure that he would not be disturbed. His faithful R2 unit tweedled away, scanning through incoming messages. A small plate rested atop the pilot’s station, a half eaten Roba Steak still upon it, with a nearly drained glass of Corellian Whisky beside.
The drop out of hyperspace had been a little shakier then he had wanted, but that was a result of the problems with the engines. A minor problem, but one that had to be looked into before it became a major problem in a place where they would be in no position to fix it. The incoming messages were all for him, from various vendors that he had tried to contact in the hopes of getting a decent deal on the parts he needed. So far, it looked as though things were going to be business as usual. Which meant they were trying to pry as much money out of him as they could for parts that were not even worth a quarter of what they wanted for them.
One message had seemed promising, at first, until Dek had taken the time to think about it. The price had been for less then the sum of the parts was worth. A tempting sum, indeed, for someone in desperate straits. But the more he had thought about it, the more he realized that it was most likely a trap meant to part him from more then just his money.
“I sure could use a good cup of Caf right about now.” Dek murmured to himself as he looked over some of the messages that R2 had forwarded for his attention.
Ever since the discovery of An’ka’s true intentions and origins, he had had a terrible time finding rest. Slumber and meditation only granted him nightmares and more memories of his past being trained by the Sith. He was even beginning to wish that he had never unlocked his memories in the first place. But what was done, could not be undone, and he had to live with that. Unfortunately, it didn’t help him find the rest that he needed. Instead, he had buried himself in work, allowing only exhaustion to take him from it. That usually resulted in allowing him enough rest to continue on another day before he was awoken in a terrified sweat.
An excited tweedle, and a flashing light on his comm. board brought Dek out of his introspection however as R2 forwarded a message to him. The price was moderate, meaning that it was more then the parts were worth, but not outrageously so. The message seemed to have come from the Ship Yards orbiting the planet of Yag’Dhul itself. That would be a very good thing indeed, if R2 agreed that the message was valid. It seemed to be at least. Still, Dek was wary. He had never had any dealings with any of the Givin, and so had no basis in which to judge the context of the message. But in the end, it still seemed the best offer he had been given so far, or at least the most legitimate.
“We’ll check this one out R2, send off an affirmative message so that they know we will be arriving.” Dek’s voice sounded a little weary as he stood up. Opening up the internal comlink on board the ship, he sends a message over the speakers.
“Sorry about the shaky departure from hyperspace everyone, but we’ve arrived in the Yag’Dhul system, and will be making a stop within the next 6-8 hours at the Ship Yards of Yag’Dhul. We will most likely be in this system for a few days while I make some minor repairs. If anyone has any plans, wants to make any, or wishes to depart…please let me know so that arrangements can be made. Dek Out.”
It was more of less a standard mass message, one similar to what he spoke when ferrying passengers and he had to make a stop-over. He could have jumped back into hyperspace and been there much sooner, but he wanted to try and get some rest beforehand.
“Keep us at sub-light R2. And inform me when we’re getting close to the Ship Yards, I’d like to make a visual before consigning us into their care.”
The little astromech tweedled out a positive response as Dek grabbed up the bottle of Corellian Whiskey, his glass, and his plate of food. He wasn’t one to drink much, but the alcohol had helped to dull the nightmares of late, and he needed that now, more then ever. Plus, one didn’t make a habit of wasting good Roba Steak when at any time, they might have to begin rationing food in an emergency. But then, that was how Dek always thought. He had been the ‘Captain’ so long, that it was a part of who he was. Always thinking parsec’s ahead, trying to anticipate any emergency. It was a practice that usually served him well.
Opening up the door off of the bridge, he makes his way up the stairs towards his private quarters. The door to the bridge, naturally, sealed itself securely behind him. It was a practice becoming more and more common for him. Which only made him think of the reason he was doing it in the first place. An’ka! The Twi’lek woman was rapidly becoming a major annoyance to him. Thankfully, he hadn’t seen much of her since their little dispute on the bridge. But then, he hadn’t afforded her much a chance TO see him since then either. Sooner or later, though, she would have to be dealt with. It was the how part that kept him keeping his distance.
As the door to his quarters ‘whooshed’ open upon recognizing him, he stops and looks around quickly. Such paranoid tendencies were not his usual style, but they too were becoming a more frequent practice. With his heart beating slightly faster, Dek closes the door and sets the items in his hands down upon his desk before dropping into the chair behind it.
“By the Force, what have I become?” He muses aloud as he looks into the slightly reflective surface of a plaque bearing the image of ‘Serenity’. The reflection was a little fuzzy, but it showed his haggard appearance all the same. From the unkempt hair, to the bags under his eyes, it was obvious that the captain wasn’t getting enough rest.
With a gentle sigh, he finishes off his steak, as well as the rest of the bottle of Corellian Whiskey, before lifting himself up from the desk, and making his way to his private refresher. After a stop there, and another in his sonic-shower, Dek collapses atop his bed and lets exhaustion and the alcohol take him.
He sat alone on the bridge of his ship, the door securely closed to ensure that he would not be disturbed. His faithful R2 unit tweedled away, scanning through incoming messages. A small plate rested atop the pilot’s station, a half eaten Roba Steak still upon it, with a nearly drained glass of Corellian Whisky beside.
The drop out of hyperspace had been a little shakier then he had wanted, but that was a result of the problems with the engines. A minor problem, but one that had to be looked into before it became a major problem in a place where they would be in no position to fix it. The incoming messages were all for him, from various vendors that he had tried to contact in the hopes of getting a decent deal on the parts he needed. So far, it looked as though things were going to be business as usual. Which meant they were trying to pry as much money out of him as they could for parts that were not even worth a quarter of what they wanted for them.
One message had seemed promising, at first, until Dek had taken the time to think about it. The price had been for less then the sum of the parts was worth. A tempting sum, indeed, for someone in desperate straits. But the more he had thought about it, the more he realized that it was most likely a trap meant to part him from more then just his money.
“I sure could use a good cup of Caf right about now.” Dek murmured to himself as he looked over some of the messages that R2 had forwarded for his attention.
Ever since the discovery of An’ka’s true intentions and origins, he had had a terrible time finding rest. Slumber and meditation only granted him nightmares and more memories of his past being trained by the Sith. He was even beginning to wish that he had never unlocked his memories in the first place. But what was done, could not be undone, and he had to live with that. Unfortunately, it didn’t help him find the rest that he needed. Instead, he had buried himself in work, allowing only exhaustion to take him from it. That usually resulted in allowing him enough rest to continue on another day before he was awoken in a terrified sweat.
An excited tweedle, and a flashing light on his comm. board brought Dek out of his introspection however as R2 forwarded a message to him. The price was moderate, meaning that it was more then the parts were worth, but not outrageously so. The message seemed to have come from the Ship Yards orbiting the planet of Yag’Dhul itself. That would be a very good thing indeed, if R2 agreed that the message was valid. It seemed to be at least. Still, Dek was wary. He had never had any dealings with any of the Givin, and so had no basis in which to judge the context of the message. But in the end, it still seemed the best offer he had been given so far, or at least the most legitimate.
“We’ll check this one out R2, send off an affirmative message so that they know we will be arriving.” Dek’s voice sounded a little weary as he stood up. Opening up the internal comlink on board the ship, he sends a message over the speakers.
“Sorry about the shaky departure from hyperspace everyone, but we’ve arrived in the Yag’Dhul system, and will be making a stop within the next 6-8 hours at the Ship Yards of Yag’Dhul. We will most likely be in this system for a few days while I make some minor repairs. If anyone has any plans, wants to make any, or wishes to depart…please let me know so that arrangements can be made. Dek Out.”
It was more of less a standard mass message, one similar to what he spoke when ferrying passengers and he had to make a stop-over. He could have jumped back into hyperspace and been there much sooner, but he wanted to try and get some rest beforehand.
“Keep us at sub-light R2. And inform me when we’re getting close to the Ship Yards, I’d like to make a visual before consigning us into their care.”
The little astromech tweedled out a positive response as Dek grabbed up the bottle of Corellian Whiskey, his glass, and his plate of food. He wasn’t one to drink much, but the alcohol had helped to dull the nightmares of late, and he needed that now, more then ever. Plus, one didn’t make a habit of wasting good Roba Steak when at any time, they might have to begin rationing food in an emergency. But then, that was how Dek always thought. He had been the ‘Captain’ so long, that it was a part of who he was. Always thinking parsec’s ahead, trying to anticipate any emergency. It was a practice that usually served him well.
Opening up the door off of the bridge, he makes his way up the stairs towards his private quarters. The door to the bridge, naturally, sealed itself securely behind him. It was a practice becoming more and more common for him. Which only made him think of the reason he was doing it in the first place. An’ka! The Twi’lek woman was rapidly becoming a major annoyance to him. Thankfully, he hadn’t seen much of her since their little dispute on the bridge. But then, he hadn’t afforded her much a chance TO see him since then either. Sooner or later, though, she would have to be dealt with. It was the how part that kept him keeping his distance.
As the door to his quarters ‘whooshed’ open upon recognizing him, he stops and looks around quickly. Such paranoid tendencies were not his usual style, but they too were becoming a more frequent practice. With his heart beating slightly faster, Dek closes the door and sets the items in his hands down upon his desk before dropping into the chair behind it.
“By the Force, what have I become?” He muses aloud as he looks into the slightly reflective surface of a plaque bearing the image of ‘Serenity’. The reflection was a little fuzzy, but it showed his haggard appearance all the same. From the unkempt hair, to the bags under his eyes, it was obvious that the captain wasn’t getting enough rest.
With a gentle sigh, he finishes off his steak, as well as the rest of the bottle of Corellian Whiskey, before lifting himself up from the desk, and making his way to his private refresher. After a stop there, and another in his sonic-shower, Dek collapses atop his bed and lets exhaustion and the alcohol take him.
