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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 18, 2009 0:22:24 GMT -5
The Johnny 5 exited hyperspace above the planet of Coruscant and got in line with the other ships. The new law on the planet didn't exactly like free trade, which was killing Coruscant'e economy. Fortunately enough for the Omega Group however, it made demand for Hutch's cargo skyrocket.
Hutch stretched out on the couch and put his feet up on the console. They'd call sometime to interview him, ask him his cargo and destination. But for now he was in for a long wait. He leaned his head back on the back of he couch and closed his eyes.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 18, 2009 15:33:35 GMT -5
Hutch entered the cargo bay and punched BB Chuck's activation switch. The droid rose up and looked at Hutch. "May i go no sir?" it said.
"Oh, come on Chucky, if i let you go now you'd be floating aimlessly through space." Hutch said lightly punching the droids shoulder. "thats right pal, i've taken you from your dreary and boring existence on that nothing planet and thrust you into the exciting life of a full time smuggler. Your going to love it."
"Sir might i remind you that i am a cargo lifting droid, not suited for the kinds of activities you require." BB Chuck said.
Hutch smiled. "Sure you do." He pointed behind the droid to the creates they had stacked up against one Bulkhead. "Your going to be lifting those for me in a few minuets... hours maybe. Thy still haven't gotten back to me for landing clearance."
Hutch went over and undid the load straps and threw them into a footlocker. "listen BB, just get a crate ready to go. I'm going back to the bridge and hopefully someone will start talking to me."
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Jul 20, 2009 10:45:43 GMT -5
Lord Nanashi appeared within Cain’s meditation chamber and remained silent and impassive waiting for Cain to answer for why he had been summoned. Cain slowly rose up throwing the red hair from his eyes as he looked at Lord Nanashi.
“It’s good that you’ve come, we are leaving to Korriban.” Said Cain explaining where they were going but not why. Lord Nanashi had a feeling he knew what was coming, and couldn’t help but hold a smirk upon his face. “Let’s go then.”
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From the surface of Coruscant ships began to rise up with a single Long sword fighter craft. It was accompanied by twenty StealthXs and forty XJ3 star fighters which approached an FAC before spreading outwards. The Longsword itself landed upon the FAC while the fighters fanned out among the lines of people heading towards the surface of Coruscant. As the FAC began calculating its hyperspace route, other ships were coming in from hyperspace to help with the sorting. Among them three warbirds, eight raptors, thirty some odd TIE/D defenders, forty A-wings, one strike, twenty Tartan class patrol cruisers, about twenty B-wings, and finally TIE Interceptors began to pour out of the capital ships numbering about two hundred. They fanned out to contact the ships entering Coruscant and check their clearance, and speed up the process of getting ships in and out.
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Lord Nanashi looked out to space in front of him upon the bridge of his FAC, and the stars soon zipped past as they entered hyperspace. He had left his fleet behind to help move along the line for now, and help the republic forces on Coruscant.
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An XJ3 came up to Hutch’s ship and attempted to make radio contact. “This is the Republic security task force to the YT-1300 transport number X84527. For recent security measures we require you to state your business coming to Coruscant, as well as list any items you may have upon your ship.” Came the message.
OOC Sorry mik if this isn’t what you were expecting I’m really lame at security. Hock’s characters are a bit busy, and I don’t know why gall hasn’t posted to you since he’s the first fleet above Coruscant, but eh. Posted to ya.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 20, 2009 23:48:11 GMT -5
OOC: I was actually expecting more of a ATC on the ground or something but this works too.
BB Chuck had rolled himself into the cockpit of the Johnny 5 and was standing behind the couch which was occupied by Hutch. He had both fingers pointed at the com board and was squinting intensely at it.
"Wait for it" He said.
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"wait for it." He said again, this time in a whisper
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"Here it comes... ... ... wait for it."
suddenly the com crackled to life with the sound of the pilot flying security duty. "This is the Republic security task force to the YT-1300 transport number X84527. For recent security measures we require you to state your business coming to Coruscant, as well as list any items you may have upon your ship.”
Hutch waggled both fingers at the board before pumping his arms and making a "hoah" sound. "told you they would."
BB Chuck tilted his head to one side. "you've been in here saying "wait for it" for the passed hour and a half. logically speaking, you were bound to be right at one point."
"Thats besides the point Robo Chuck. I was still right." Hutch responded. He flipped the com board switch to accept the call and leaned over towards the mic. "Hi there fellas. Listen, i'm a criminal. i'm carrying several large boxes worth of illicit drugs in my trunk here and i want to turn myself in to the Coruscant authorities. Any chance i can get you to escort me in?"
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Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Jul 21, 2009 15:14:40 GMT -5
The com was silent for a few seconds before a repsonse came back through. "Listen we don't appreshiate jokester's around here. You and your..... Cargo are assigned to dock at station T-31 in the Renrut sector. Big ugly hanger bay, can't miss it." said the XJ3 starfighter before moving out of the way. "X84527. Proceed to the surface."
The lines were starting to move a bit faster now, it was nothing new however, Coruscant was such a big city the republic always had lines running out of the planet otherwise crashes would unsue of roudy travelers.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 21, 2009 23:52:09 GMT -5
"Not X84527, you doofus's. It's Johnny 5, but thanks dudes. See you on the way out." Hutch said. He fed some power to the engines. The Johnny 5 left the orbital line and broke for the planets surface. Hutch kept his throttle under port speed as he guided his ship passed the huge military fleet.
The ship outside started to heat up as it hit the atmosphere and steepened its decent.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 25, 2009 23:50:16 GMT -5
The Johnny 5 touched down on one of what used to be public landing pads. There was no such things as public on Coruscant anymore though, so he'd have to be quick. He'd made it a point not to land in the Renrut sector like the security folks had asked him to. In fact, as soon as he entered the atmosphere he turned his transponder off, mingled with some traffic and then turned on his dummy transponder which flagged the ship as Simon Says.
BB Chuck rolled down the cargo ramp first with the large crate in his arms. Hutch followed after him. They needed to find their contact. Hutch hit a button on his datapad which made the ramp close up and the ship lock itself. They were pretty far down in the undercity. Even with martial law, cops didn't come down here unless they had plenty of backup so the ship should be fine for a few hours.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 26, 2009 8:02:16 GMT -5
Hutch and BB Chuck rolled in through the front door of the Wild Rancor Dinner. The loading droid was carrying the large crate full of death sticks, and Hutch was in front of him. The diner was loud and everyone was busy eating and involved in their own conversations.
Hut turned to the droid and gave him a thumbs up. The droid dropped the crate on the ground. The crate cracked slightly and death sticks poured out onto the floor. The loud crack of the crate hitting the floor stopped all noise, all conversation, all eating. All eyes had turned to Hutch and his droid.
"Hi everyone. We're looking for a guy named Jell. He's human and he probably owns this place. The stuff in the crate is for him." Hutch shouted. He turned to leave and pointed BB Chuck out the door when a man burst in from the kitchen door.
"Just what the hell do you think your doing?" The man said.
Hutch turned to face him and put his hands on his hips. "We'll we are most definitely not eating candy. I'm not because i don't have any, my pal her isn't because he is a droid and he doesn't eat."
The man looked stunned for a moment then shook his head. "Listen you idiot, I'm Jell and i was under the impression this was going to be discrete. You can't just drop this stuff off at my place of business."
Hutch made an "oh yeah" kind of face and put hins finger up. "Thats right, i'm sorry. I forgot the discretion part." Hutch said. He climbed up onto a table, being careful not to step in anyone's plate of food and flung his arms out to either side. "everyone, please forget you ever saw this like it never happened. I'd consider it a personal favor if you did."
With that Hutch jumped down from the table and bowed. "Now, you have your discretion and i have more deliveries to do. Ta."
And with that Hutch was out the door, onto the back of BB Chuck and the two of them rolled away from the diner as fast as the loading droids motors could roll them.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 27, 2009 1:26:14 GMT -5
They didn't stop until BB Chuck rolled up the boarding ramp and into the Johnny 5. Hutch hopped off and ran to the cockpit. He wasn't particularly worried that the criminal was chasing them, but they did need to get off the planet.
He began warming up the engines while BB Chuck went to the cargo bay to shut down.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 29, 2009 3:32:24 GMT -5
The Simon Says lifted off the pad and headed for the traffic leaving the planet. Leaving the planet seemed to be a lot more popular then coming to the planet but the whole martial law thing made leaving a lot more difficult. Honestly, Hutch had to wonder why anyone would think to declare Martial law on Coruscant. The planet wasn't self sufficient and totally dependent on other planets for supplies and it's economy. Martial Law just hurt the planets already fragile economy.
Hutch pulled into the mass shadow of a passenger vessel bound for one of Coruscants moons. He took the opportunity of sensor confusion to switch out his transponder again, once again becoming the Johnny 5.
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