A YT-1300 drifted slowly through vacant space in the very outskirts of the Corellian system; far from any traffic ways or stations. Red outlines raced along the edges of the ship, before meeting at the tip of the nose pod at the fore. It was an odd amalgamation of brand new and rustic old. There was no question that it was a ship that had been kept alive, well past its prime, but a series of careful and respectful owners. Corran was the latest in this line of captains and he had been resolute in keeping up with the routine maintenance as stated in the Crimson Venture's user manual. Parts were replaced at the recommended scheduled times. Fluids were flushed and refilled. Computer programs debugged and reset. Anything less would invite a dysfunctional hyperdrive, a blown ion engine, or worse. An experienced mechanic with the right parts could keep the freighter running for a long time.
Unfortunately, Corran was not an experienced ship mechanic and lacked the funds to pay for all the routine maintenance he was determined to keep up with. It often came down to either paying for the best part possible and installing it himself or paying for a mechanic to install an after-market, sub-standard part. This round of adjustments and updates were the former, not the latter. In such a situation, the ship's manual recommended a run through all simple mechanisms - from sub-light speed acceleration to a hyperspace jump. If anything went wrong, the pilot or crew would then run through the checklist of replaced components to discover where they went wrong and correct the issue. The manual also recommended at least one additional crew member or co-pilot be present in case of emergencies.
That's why Bast Emblai had been invited to take part in the exercise. It had taken nearly a week for Corran to work up the courage to ask his partner to help. It would be the first thing they've done together outside of Ranger duty. No badges. No mission. Just two... friends; one helping the other out. Despite the anxious hesitation, Corran had no doubts that the Corellian woman was the best option. She had flying experience of her own, knew the Corellian system, and even piloted a similar freighter. Not only did she meet pragmatic measures, but also personal ones. Bast had excellent communication with the young man and he trusted her completely. Plus he felt like she might actually sacrifice her limited and precious free time to help. Corran wasn't certain she would say yes, but he hoped she would.
The blond youth was enveloped by a New Republic-style flight suit - another safety measure recommended by the ship's manual for this type of test run. Should an issue suddenly compromise the hull, an organic crew member would want to live more than a few seconds in the cold vastness of space. Though incredibly unlikely, Corran took no unnecessary risks. He was finalizing the pre-test checklist on a datapad carefully, which also held the list of repairs that had recently taken place. If something went wrong, they'd have somewhere to start. Pressing one last checkbox, Corran tilted his head to look at his co-pilot for the test, "All pre-checks are green. Systems read normal. Co-pilot ready for test launch?"
@Kestrel
Unfortunately, Corran was not an experienced ship mechanic and lacked the funds to pay for all the routine maintenance he was determined to keep up with. It often came down to either paying for the best part possible and installing it himself or paying for a mechanic to install an after-market, sub-standard part. This round of adjustments and updates were the former, not the latter. In such a situation, the ship's manual recommended a run through all simple mechanisms - from sub-light speed acceleration to a hyperspace jump. If anything went wrong, the pilot or crew would then run through the checklist of replaced components to discover where they went wrong and correct the issue. The manual also recommended at least one additional crew member or co-pilot be present in case of emergencies.
That's why Bast Emblai had been invited to take part in the exercise. It had taken nearly a week for Corran to work up the courage to ask his partner to help. It would be the first thing they've done together outside of Ranger duty. No badges. No mission. Just two... friends; one helping the other out. Despite the anxious hesitation, Corran had no doubts that the Corellian woman was the best option. She had flying experience of her own, knew the Corellian system, and even piloted a similar freighter. Not only did she meet pragmatic measures, but also personal ones. Bast had excellent communication with the young man and he trusted her completely. Plus he felt like she might actually sacrifice her limited and precious free time to help. Corran wasn't certain she would say yes, but he hoped she would.
The blond youth was enveloped by a New Republic-style flight suit - another safety measure recommended by the ship's manual for this type of test run. Should an issue suddenly compromise the hull, an organic crew member would want to live more than a few seconds in the cold vastness of space. Though incredibly unlikely, Corran took no unnecessary risks. He was finalizing the pre-test checklist on a datapad carefully, which also held the list of repairs that had recently taken place. If something went wrong, they'd have somewhere to start. Pressing one last checkbox, Corran tilted his head to look at his co-pilot for the test, "All pre-checks are green. Systems read normal. Co-pilot ready for test launch?"
@Kestrel