| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Friday, 24 May 13, 3:16 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The Winter Dream cut through space easily with Malos Yhemn at the controls. The modified Aka'jor-class shuttle was headed for a rendezvous with a larger transport; a Wayfarer-class to be specific, that contained certain friends of Yhemn's. Malos Yhemn was a loner, by and large, but there were jobs even he couldn't pull off solo. To that end, there were some other sentients with useful skills that teamed up with him from time to time. Notably, a particular Human, Trandoshan, Argazdan and a Rodian, as well as a few other small-timers who were part of their gang. Yhemn, unofficially, gave them purpose and direction from time to time.
The jewel of Nar Shaddaa was not far in the distance as Yhemn navigated the spacelanes. Here, he was as at home as he'd been on Mandalore or Concord Dawn, minus the fact that here, he wasn't likely to have Journeyman Protectors hunting him or be forced to tangle with other Mandalorians who wanted him to side with either the Death Watch or the True faction. It had been a major point of contention, after all.
Putting such thoughts from his mind, Yhemn focused back on the upcoming meeting at hand and navigating the myriad of craft in the spacelanes.
The Chigliak was as ugly as Yhemn had remembered. Looking around the faded paint of the cargo module that housed a pair of speeder bikes, several crates of blaster packs, several wall lockers for weapons and a mind-boggling amount of generators and equipment for Hinot's slicing arrays and repair parts, he shook his head slowly. He was surprised that the crew could even find things when they needed them. Despite the apparent lack of discipline, though, the Chigliak's small crew ran a tight ship.
"Grekkik. Always good to see you." Yhemn greeted the first crew-member, a hulking Trandoshan with muscles on muscles, a bad temper and a good eye for destructive capability. Grekkik was working on a speeder that had been placed on a small lift. Grunting in response, the moody Trandoshan waved Yhemn deeper into the ship. Yhemn passed a pair of Human men lounging on a battered couch shoved against a wall, who nodded at him but said nothing. He didn't recognize their faces from previous visits, so they must have been new additions to the crew. The Chigliak's core crew, the Human slicer and pilot Hinot, the Trandoshan Grekkik, the Argazdan Yeekry and the Rodian Tolim were the only ones who ever actually stayed with the vessel. Needing a crew of ten to operate, they often found the remaining six members here or there, as long as they chose to sign on for whatever work the Chigliak was running, or even for a semi-permanent stay.
Yhemn found Hinot up in the cockpit, installing a new piece of slicing equipment he'd pieced together to assist in long-range slicing. As Yhemn watched the man work, he had to admit, even to himself, that Hinot was a master at his craft. Years of work in technological studies and even a degree from one of the more prestigious universities; Hinot was an enigma to most; a slightly-balding, thin and over-worrying enigma. With a satisfied sigh, Hinot settled the piece of equipment into place and turned to face Yhemn.
"It's been a long time, Yhemn. Strange to see you 'round these poor parts again."
Malos Yhemn
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Message edited by Malos_Yhemn - Sunday, 26 May 13, 11:43 AM |
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