Long ago, in a galaxy far away...

[PurpleXVI]

Argon waved his hand in front of the comatose Sorkuk's face, trying to elicit some sort of response. When that didn't work, he dragged the unconscious Bothan into a janitorial closet and headed off for his ship before his co-pilot woke up.

Once there, he introduced himself properly to Barney and got the ship fired up.

"So," he said to the Trandoshan, as he made the final checks and waited for Sorkuk to wake up, "What can you actually do? I hate to pry, but if we're going to work together, I'd like to know if I can count on you to save my ass in a firefight or whether you're better at weaving or something."

[Kazilan]

Sorkuk awoke in the closet with a start. For a moment it had felt like the very fiber of his existence was being rearranged, parts shifted around, until finally they had resumed the same position as before.

The bothan went to the medical bay to run a quick scan and make sure he was ok, satisfied that Argon would get the ship started towards their destination.

[Caleb808]

"I tie people in to pretzels and blow stuff up. How about you and your...friend?"

[PurpleXVI]

"Er," replied Argon, not having expected to be asked, as he took stock of what he thought he was good at, "Well, I can't hit anything for shit, mostly I just fly things and fix things. If it's broken and you've still got all the pieces, I can probably put them back together. I know a thing or two about getting into places as well."

[ 02-27-2007, 10:31 PM: Message edited by: PurpleXVI ]

[Kazilan]

Satisfied that he was ok and not suffering from some sort of mental illness, Sorkuk headed for the cockpit.

"Sorry about my blackout, I'm alright now."

He took a position by the navigation computer and started to run checks on their route.

[Man Who Fights Like Woman]

Sorkuk was perfectly fine, medically speaking. The doctor suggested he not drink any water from the public utilities while on this mission to an Outer Rim world to avoid corrupting his fluids, but other than that there was nothing more he could say.

He went back to the ship, and found Argon and Barney waiting for him. Their ship was as they left it - messy with spare parts and wires visible, scuffed, and functional. Barney was sitting in the lounge, just a short corridor away from the cockpit. Argon was already in the pilot seat, programming the number sinto the nav computer for their jump.

As soon as Sorkuk had sat down and strapped himself in, Argon took the ship off the deck of the Star Destroyer's landing bay. He flew it a fair distance away from the ship and oriented it towards their destination. With a pull of a lever on the console the stars elongated, plunging the crew into hyperspace for their thousand-lightyear-distant journey.

Three days later, they exited hyperspace above the jungle-covered world. They came out on the side of the planet at night, and could see light from all the concentrated glow rods in the planet's one city. After navigating past the planet's moon, he received a hail from the planet. "Incoming ship, this is starport control on Rasbon IV, please transmit your ship's identification so that you can be cleared to land."

(ooc: This would be a good time to name your ship.)

[PurpleXVI]

Suddenly something struck Argon as he was preparing to call in their ID... They hadn't ever named the ship, "Shit!" He yelled loudly, though thankfully he had remembered to disable the radio first, so it wouldn't sound like he was yelling at starport control, "Barney, Sorkuk, we never named this barge! Quick, help me think up a name!"

He frantically tried to brainstorm something up, "How about..." Argon snapped his fingers in frustration, "Dammit, the best I can come up with either sounds more fitting for a Star Destroyer or like a callsign for some faceless member of a fighter squadron."

[Caleb808]

"Yoda's Whore, Tits McGee and Blumpkin all seem like solid choices for this fine vessel. I'll let you pilots decide." Barney said as he grabbed his only piece of luggage and got ready to disembark. It was a large, heavily padded case that held his blaster cannon and demolition equipment.

[PurpleXVI]

Argon would have thrown Barney an angry glare except that the Trandoshan was grabbing his luggage and getting ready, so it would probably have gone entirely unnoticed, instead he directed his attention at Sorkuk, "Bothan," he said, "Since this thing is a freighter, how about we call it the Full Refund?"

As he waited for his co-pilot's reply, he prepared the other information that starport control wanted transmitted.

[Kazilan]

Sorkuk scratched at the fur on his neck while he considered what to name the ship.

"Do we want to use our real name? How about we tell them we're the Budovin 1, after our cover as the Budovin Transport Company. We can discuss the real name later, after having had some time to think about it."

The bothan pulled out his datapad and thumbed through the entries covering their mission, specifically trying to determine just what this Budovin company was supposed to transport.