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The lights come on automatically as Rob Antone descends the steps into cargo bay of the Excelsior. The nominally built human walks over to the opposing side of the large room and begins checking the straps on the container containing an upgraded 'Studly' combat walker that he and his fiancé just finished testing. "Rob! Where are you? We've got a minute before we get to Coruscant and you know the traffic nightmare it is. You should really be in the cockpit and buckled in before we exit hyperspace." A female voice says over the com link of his neural net. Rob quickly tightens one of the straps a little then darts over to the small set of stairs he entered by. "I'm coming now Lisa. Was just checking the tie downs in the cargo bay" he says as the Excelsior suddenly decelerates.
The engineer ascends the stairs into the living area of the ship. The room is well lit with a large plush couch and two, well used, recliners in an arc across the center and facing the wall to Robs left. In front of the seats is a large monitor thats mostly used to watch movies on. To the right, separated from the rest of the room by an island, is the kitchen. Rob jumps over the corner of the couch as he makes his way over to another set of stairs on the far side of the room. Within a few seconds he has gotten up the stairs and enters the cockpit. Sitting down in the co-pilot's seat he looks over at the red haired woman in the pilot's chair, "OK, I'm here now! Now lets try not to scratch anymore of the paint. That asteroid field we got stuck in already did a number to it." Rob playfully quips as he straps himself in. Lisa just shoots a glance at Rob, then with a smile yanks on the controls dropping the small corvette sized ship into the approach lane. She glances again at Rob, who was now upside down in his seat, and chuckles softly. "I guess I deserved that..." was all Rob could think to say.
After an hour of navigating the packed transit lanes the Excelsior finally lands at a small space port. The young couple precedes to carefully unpack the container holding the combat walker. Once the very large, metal box was secured on a moving sled they sit on the floor of the half open cargo bay, letting their legs dangle over the edge of the opening. "I don't know why Mr. Ishikawa doesn't just let us keep one. It seems like we get a new version every year to test anyway. Wouldn't it be easier to let us keep one then just send us the upgrades?" Rob says as he stairs out at the tarmac nearly 7 meters below. Lisa just shrugs then lays her head on his shoulder. "He has his reasons. He has never given us a lot of information about anything he does. It's probably to protect us, so lets just work with it and be glad that we have a good income. Speaking of Mr. Ishikawa... Wasn't he supposed to be here already?" Rob gently scoots away from Lisa and pushes himself off the ledge. He catches the edge with his right hand, then finally drops to the ground. "Should of been here 10 minutes ago." Rob finally says after looking around the star port.
The engineer ascends the stairs into the living area of the ship. The room is well lit with a large plush couch and two, well used, recliners in an arc across the center and facing the wall to Robs left. In front of the seats is a large monitor thats mostly used to watch movies on. To the right, separated from the rest of the room by an island, is the kitchen. Rob jumps over the corner of the couch as he makes his way over to another set of stairs on the far side of the room. Within a few seconds he has gotten up the stairs and enters the cockpit. Sitting down in the co-pilot's seat he looks over at the red haired woman in the pilot's chair, "OK, I'm here now! Now lets try not to scratch anymore of the paint. That asteroid field we got stuck in already did a number to it." Rob playfully quips as he straps himself in. Lisa just shoots a glance at Rob, then with a smile yanks on the controls dropping the small corvette sized ship into the approach lane. She glances again at Rob, who was now upside down in his seat, and chuckles softly. "I guess I deserved that..." was all Rob could think to say.
After an hour of navigating the packed transit lanes the Excelsior finally lands at a small space port. The young couple precedes to carefully unpack the container holding the combat walker. Once the very large, metal box was secured on a moving sled they sit on the floor of the half open cargo bay, letting their legs dangle over the edge of the opening. "I don't know why Mr. Ishikawa doesn't just let us keep one. It seems like we get a new version every year to test anyway. Wouldn't it be easier to let us keep one then just send us the upgrades?" Rob says as he stairs out at the tarmac nearly 7 meters below. Lisa just shrugs then lays her head on his shoulder. "He has his reasons. He has never given us a lot of information about anything he does. It's probably to protect us, so lets just work with it and be glad that we have a good income. Speaking of Mr. Ishikawa... Wasn't he supposed to be here already?" Rob gently scoots away from Lisa and pushes himself off the ledge. He catches the edge with his right hand, then finally drops to the ground. "Should of been here 10 minutes ago." Rob finally says after looking around the star port.
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