Cona, outskirts of the Pirate Depot
Desert. Rocks. Sand. The lowest of the low always seemed to pick the same geography for their secret bases, hideouts, or treasure troves. It’s never some paradise world or one with nice libraries. Always a desolate, water-thirsting world in the middle of nowhere.
Corran Velt, the novice Sector Ranger, sat behind a rock outcropping that gave him plenty of cover, both physically and visually, from the fuel depot below. He wore a field cap that matched the terrain, complete with a scarf to keep sand from his neck. His pants tucked into his boots provided a spit-and-polish feel to the whole ensemble. A blaster on his hip, blade at his side, and rifle in hand displayed his seriousness of the mission. A backpack provided some comfort as an ad-hoc chair. The base itself was tucked away in a canyon of sorts. It provided good cover from prying eyes above, while giving two ways to leave the depot - east or west. It would take a rather skilled - or lucky - pilot to bomb the place with any accuracy. Whatever company the brigands had cajoled into giving them this place had done their geography homework.
“Do you know how much I detest pirates, sir?” Corran said aloud, not taking his eye from the rifle scope of his A280C blaster, peering down into the base. “They leech off the honest work of merchants. I ran into a fair share myself. It’s nice to be raiding their stuff for once.”
The young human’s hand acted as a visor to prevent scope-glint from the sun. Withdrawing the weapon and concealing himself behind the outcropping, Corran nodded to his partner for the mission. “What do you think, sir? Two enough to take and hold a base?”
@Insalius
Desert. Rocks. Sand. The lowest of the low always seemed to pick the same geography for their secret bases, hideouts, or treasure troves. It’s never some paradise world or one with nice libraries. Always a desolate, water-thirsting world in the middle of nowhere.
Corran Velt, the novice Sector Ranger, sat behind a rock outcropping that gave him plenty of cover, both physically and visually, from the fuel depot below. He wore a field cap that matched the terrain, complete with a scarf to keep sand from his neck. His pants tucked into his boots provided a spit-and-polish feel to the whole ensemble. A blaster on his hip, blade at his side, and rifle in hand displayed his seriousness of the mission. A backpack provided some comfort as an ad-hoc chair. The base itself was tucked away in a canyon of sorts. It provided good cover from prying eyes above, while giving two ways to leave the depot - east or west. It would take a rather skilled - or lucky - pilot to bomb the place with any accuracy. Whatever company the brigands had cajoled into giving them this place had done their geography homework.
“Do you know how much I detest pirates, sir?” Corran said aloud, not taking his eye from the rifle scope of his A280C blaster, peering down into the base. “They leech off the honest work of merchants. I ran into a fair share myself. It’s nice to be raiding their stuff for once.”
The young human’s hand acted as a visor to prevent scope-glint from the sun. Withdrawing the weapon and concealing himself behind the outcropping, Corran nodded to his partner for the mission. “What do you think, sir? Two enough to take and hold a base?”
@Insalius