[Open] Crashing the party (ended)

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This thread is intended to introduce my character to the Rangers and procure a mode of transportation. Feel free to jump in however you'd like!

Jacen slapped at the panel and hauled back on the controls.

"Come on, you kriffing piece of drek! You've made it this far, you can at least set me down on this dustball of a planet without burying me in it!" he yelled at the ship as it hurtled towards the planet's surface.

"Sir, as I tried to inform you at the time, and have reminded you several times since, The Fallen Angel was the least prepared ship available at the impound lot when you, erm. . . "liberated" it from CorSec so the uh. . ." the droid's vocoder whirred momentarily as it engaged playback before continuing in Jacen's voice, "useless kriffing Sithspawn filth", the vocoder whirred again as the droid switched back to it's deep, authoritative voice, "couldn't make use of every last piece of Corellian property."

"Zeetee?", Jacen addressed the droid.

"Yes, sir?"

"Shut up!"

The Fallen Angel had been in sorry repair when Jacen had lifted it from the CorSec impound lot when he was escaping the Sith during the final days of the invasion, and his lack of mechanical know-how hadn't improved things. That, and he'd apparently been too drunk the last time he was planet-side to refuel the stupid thing.

Jacen slapped at the panel again, more out of frustration, than any mistaken belief that he could make the ship work any more efficiently through violence.

“Sir, your repeated striking won’t increase the amount of fuel in the ship’s tanks. Regardless of your acts of violence, we are going to crash,” the droid warned him.

“I thought I told you to shut up,” Jacen grumbled as he strapped himself into the pilot’s seat and braced for impact. Once he was secure, he turned to the security droid, “You might want to find some way to secure yourself for impact. As you pointed out, we’re about to crash.”

Jacen continued to manhandle the controls as the YT-1760 rapidly approached the surface of Zonju V. He managed to engage the landing struts and present her underside with just enough of a backdraft from completely plowing the ship through the crust. But he heard the scream of metal and several telltale snaps as the landing struts gave way and exploded under the force of impact, and an electrical hissing and acrid smoke came from the cargo hold, signaling the damage taken by the shields.
Once the ship quit moving, Jacen peeled his hands off the controls and groaned as he took stock of his limbs.

“Well. . . nothing broken on me. Any landing you can walk away from, right?”

“If you say so, sir”, Zeetee responded as he demagnetized himself from the wall.

Jacen unstrapped himself from the pilot’s chair and moved over to the communications console. He began rapidly pressing buttons as he keyed in the encrypted frequency he got from an undercover Jedi on some backwater world.

“It’s time to see if the information that Jedi gave me was any good,” he murmured to himself as he activated the comms.

“I’m sure it will be sir, Jedi are very reliable,” Zeetee interjected.

Jacen glared at the droid as he spoke into the comms, “This is former CorSec Sergeant Jacen Foretti hailing any available Rangers. A Jedi told me to contact you if I was interested in helping make the galaxy a safer place. I’ve crash-landed on your planet and my ship is damaged. I’m ok, but I’d appreciate a lift.”
 

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Jacen glared at the comms panel, "Must have been a bad encryption code. I hope these Rangers actually exist, or I crashed us on this crappy dustball of a planet for nothing."

The ex-officer unstrapped himself from the pilot's seat. And headed back to the cargo hold.

"Zeetee, did I ever do an inventory of the ship's holdings?"

The droid paused for a moment, uncertainly, "Several times sir, do you not remember?"

"Of course not! When I first took this ship, I was escaping Sith forces and trying to get my dying wife medical attention. After she died, I was drunk until the booze ran out! This is the first time I've been sober in two months! Did you keep a record of our inventory?"

"Yes, sir. What are you looking for?" the droid replied.

"Transportation! We've crashed in a ravine and this ship isn't going anywhere without more repairs than I can manage. If we don't find a settlement soon, I'm going to die of starvation or dehydration, and you'll build up dust in your gears and run out of power eventually."

"Sir, I do not desire your projected outcome. Fortunately, you discovered a Q9-180 Hoverbike the first time you did a check of the ship's holdings. It is fully fueled and powered. You were unable to locate any protective gear, or the ignition key. Additionally, it is a luxury vehicle, apparently for the private use of the previous owner of this ship when he was scouting new. . . er. . . 'talent'," Zeetee informed Jacen.

"So you're telling me I have a bike in the cargo hold but I can't start it," Jacen grumbled irritably.

"Technically correct, sir."

"Wait. Technically? What the hell do you mean technically?" Jacen demanded of the droid.

"I mean technically YOU cannot start the vehicle, because YOU were unable to locate the ignition key. However, I found the ignition key while you left me aboard during one of your inebriated forays. It was quite the simple task." Zeetee responded smugly.

"Then why haven't you given them to me?!" demanded the former CorSec officer.

"Because, sir. You've been too drunk to safely operate a vehicle, and I am still a Corellian Security Force Patrol Droid. It would be irresponsible to allow you to operate the vehicle while under the influence of intoxicants."

"But you've let me fly this starship?"

"Technically sir, the navicomputer has done the majority of the flying. And I've been standing by to engage the autopilot during all of our takeoffs and landings, just in case you made an error," Zeetee haughtily informed the human.

"Whatever, just give me the kriffing keys and upload directions to this Saloon. Hopefully our contact didn't get that wrong." Jacen directed.

"As you wish sir."

Several minutes later, Jacen had managed to unload the bike and seal the ship. He and Zeetee began a treacherous and sweltering trip through klicks of rocky wasteland before they found themselves approaching the outskirts of Sathad'Ra.
 

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Jacen wove through the streets of Sathad'Ra keeping an eye on the navicomp display on his bike. Driving through this Wasteland city wasn't the same sort of difficult driving through Corellian traffic was, but it had its own flavor of tricky. Not only did he have to take other vehicles and pedestrians into consideration, but there were abrupt outbreaks of violence and the occasional pile of debris or shifting architecture.

He made it to the building marked on his map as the Saloon and made his way inside. It appeared he was expected. A group of deputies were inside and money started changing hands when he made his entrance. Apparently, his transmission was received and they had placed bets on whether or not he could find his way without assistance. One genial looking man approached him and offered his hand for a shake.

"Name's Oryen. Good ta meetcha. We been expecting you for a while now. That Jedi who gave your our contact told us you'd be on your way sooner or later. Sorry for making you fumble your way here like that. But you came in so hot and loud in that clunker, we couldn't help but see how you'd fare. We've already backtracked your signal and located your ship. Repair teams are working on it. Not as bad as we'd expected, but you haven't been keeping it up, have ya? Either way, should be ready to go in a day or so. Welcome to the Rangers."

Jacen just stood there, shaking the man's hand dumbly. That was more conversation with another organic than he'd had in weeks crammed into just a few seconds. But he was accepted here. And they were making his ship space worthy again. Good. He was ready to get his hands dirty.
 
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