Personal Craft Escape In route to Thosa
"I can't thank you again for swinging us by Thosa."
The admiral looked up from his meal and smiled.
"If you thank me one more time, I'll have you pushed out the damn airlock! Thosa is on the way. And after those last quarter earnings you guys got... I guess I owe you one!"
Sol and Tinsan were at the end of their all too short vacation. They had accompanied Vice-Admiral Wilkar on the shakedown cruise of his completely remodeled space yacht.
"Hey Willy! Can I have some of this?" Tinsan held up a bottle of red wine from Naboo.
"Go right ahead Tinsan."
Sol rolled his eyes. Tinsan made a wonderful assistant/accountant/chef, but sometimes he acted like a child. Sol made a mental note to talk to Tinsan about his level of maturity a little later. At least Wilkar was taking the nick name Tinsan had given to him in stride.
"Now... what I don't understand Willy, is what a Kuati like yourself is doing gallivanting around the Commonwealth in a Coriellian stock freighter?"
"When my company was busy going to hell, I thought it might be a good idea to make my exit in something less obvious. Star cruisers tend to attract a little bit of attention... prick.
Tinsan had gained a nickname as well.
Wilkar's yacht, the Escape, had been through many changes lately. The large cargo bays had been taken out in favor of lavishly furnished staterooms. The landing bays no longer carried a short squadron of defense fighters but landing cubicles for quests. Though, the yacht still had some subtle vestiges of the past. The large bantha leather chair that Sol sat in bore the gold grain letters of the KCA seal.
"Mr. Wilkar." The voice of the yacht's pilot sounded over the ship's intercom system. "We are coming up on Thosa."
"Thank you pilot. Keep us on this course."
The Escape's pilot took the ship between the orbits of the planet's two moons. Thosa had no atmosphere, so their descent was smooth. Flight control directed them to the planet's only city, obviously. Thosa City consisted of a large dome. The dome contained a large green park type recreation area. Smaller grey and black buildings were connected to the dome by narrow tunnels. Sol could see large rovers that he was sure were used to take miners back and forth between the mines and the city.
"Well... I guess this it guys..." Wilkar said as they made their way across the indoor landing bay.
"Thanks again Wilkar. Haha... Can't shove me out the airlock now!"
Sol was surprised when he didn't see a smile come to Wilkar's face. The man was watching a mob of people approaching the ship.
"We need to leave." Sol and Tinsan bent down to pick up their bags. "Forget them. Get back on the ship. I'm going to unhook those fuel lines. Tell the pilot to forget the checklist. We're going to make a cold start."
The two ran for the ship. Sol did some calculations in his head. At the speed, the mob was approaching, Wilkar could unhook the lines, but he would not make it back to the ship before he was overtaken.
Sol watched in horror as ten crazed looking miners converged on Wilkar. The Admiral fought with the same fury and reckless abandon of someone half his age. Picking up a loose piece of steel, he swung it around keeping the miners at bay. But, it was in vain. He couldn't keep a whole mob back. Someone caught him in the back of the head with a stun baton.
"Doesn't this thing have defense blasters or anything!?!" Sol screamed at the pilot.
"We do, but the accuracy sucks! We'll hit the admiral too... These are striking miners. They're just going to take him hostage. We'll be back for him..."
Damn straight...
"I can't thank you again for swinging us by Thosa."
The admiral looked up from his meal and smiled.
"If you thank me one more time, I'll have you pushed out the damn airlock! Thosa is on the way. And after those last quarter earnings you guys got... I guess I owe you one!"
Sol and Tinsan were at the end of their all too short vacation. They had accompanied Vice-Admiral Wilkar on the shakedown cruise of his completely remodeled space yacht.
"Hey Willy! Can I have some of this?" Tinsan held up a bottle of red wine from Naboo.
"Go right ahead Tinsan."
Sol rolled his eyes. Tinsan made a wonderful assistant/accountant/chef, but sometimes he acted like a child. Sol made a mental note to talk to Tinsan about his level of maturity a little later. At least Wilkar was taking the nick name Tinsan had given to him in stride.
"Now... what I don't understand Willy, is what a Kuati like yourself is doing gallivanting around the Commonwealth in a Coriellian stock freighter?"
"When my company was busy going to hell, I thought it might be a good idea to make my exit in something less obvious. Star cruisers tend to attract a little bit of attention... prick.
Tinsan had gained a nickname as well.
Wilkar's yacht, the Escape, had been through many changes lately. The large cargo bays had been taken out in favor of lavishly furnished staterooms. The landing bays no longer carried a short squadron of defense fighters but landing cubicles for quests. Though, the yacht still had some subtle vestiges of the past. The large bantha leather chair that Sol sat in bore the gold grain letters of the KCA seal.
"Mr. Wilkar." The voice of the yacht's pilot sounded over the ship's intercom system. "We are coming up on Thosa."
"Thank you pilot. Keep us on this course."
* * *
The Escape's pilot took the ship between the orbits of the planet's two moons. Thosa had no atmosphere, so their descent was smooth. Flight control directed them to the planet's only city, obviously. Thosa City consisted of a large dome. The dome contained a large green park type recreation area. Smaller grey and black buildings were connected to the dome by narrow tunnels. Sol could see large rovers that he was sure were used to take miners back and forth between the mines and the city.
* * *
"Well... I guess this it guys..." Wilkar said as they made their way across the indoor landing bay.
"Thanks again Wilkar. Haha... Can't shove me out the airlock now!"
Sol was surprised when he didn't see a smile come to Wilkar's face. The man was watching a mob of people approaching the ship.
"We need to leave." Sol and Tinsan bent down to pick up their bags. "Forget them. Get back on the ship. I'm going to unhook those fuel lines. Tell the pilot to forget the checklist. We're going to make a cold start."
The two ran for the ship. Sol did some calculations in his head. At the speed, the mob was approaching, Wilkar could unhook the lines, but he would not make it back to the ship before he was overtaken.
Sol watched in horror as ten crazed looking miners converged on Wilkar. The Admiral fought with the same fury and reckless abandon of someone half his age. Picking up a loose piece of steel, he swung it around keeping the miners at bay. But, it was in vain. He couldn't keep a whole mob back. Someone caught him in the back of the head with a stun baton.
"Doesn't this thing have defense blasters or anything!?!" Sol screamed at the pilot.
"We do, but the accuracy sucks! We'll hit the admiral too... These are striking miners. They're just going to take him hostage. We'll be back for him..."
Damn straight...