Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 1, 2017 21:55:58 GMT -8
The pilot circled the Wayward Son, his eyes surveying the area with a cold a calculating eye. His hand moved across the hull of the ship a low growl of appreciation escaping his throat. After the first circle, taking note of the visible modifications of the ship and what weapons he had available to him he moved towards the aft looking over the engines, his eyes peering through them as he saw their design schismatics before his eyes, not the battered hull of a ship whose design had to be several hundred years old by now, if not more - its like not having been seen in mass production since the days of the Old Republic. It was a wonder he kept in the air at all, much less in space.
After a healthy appreciation of the ship he searched for an entry point other than the obvious, taking not of the landing gear and the mounted weapons above and to the starboard of the cockpit as possible entry points, but such an idea would leave the ship with a clear sign of entry. He peered down at the device on his arm as he finally moved aboard the ship through the main ramp, a hand running across the hydraulics with a simple smirk. Once aboard it took only a few moments to gain the layout of the ship, its design having been scavenged for later Corillian models, one of which he had been on years ago on Felucia.
His head snapped - pulled form his thoughts by the sound of a woman's voice. He smirked double checking the device upon his arm once more to know that the signal was genuine. He approached the door with caution and when it did not open by sensor he raised his eyebrows and looked for a device to open the door.
His voice was gruff, as if he did not speak often, and also was distorted by the half mask half helmet he wore which covered his face and gave him a visual HUD through a visor-like band that shielded his eyes. The computer analyzed the door and the device on his wrist beeped. He looked down and analyzed the data for a moment before a flick of his wrist produced a slicers tool from the gauntlet the device was fixed to. He set to the control panel beside the door and connected the ships computer, the device on his arm seemed to hesitate for a moment as if battling some onboard security system and yet the pilot remained calm only glancing over his shoulder for a moment flicking his long black dreadlocks back over his shoulder before turning his head back to the device on his wrist which beeped again letting him know he was connected to the system. He laid a hand on the disruptor strapped to his hip and growled against the door.
The warning rolled of his lips with a smirk, veiled by a small bit of sarcasm and the hope that she wouldn't listen and he finally got to shoot someone. He pressed a button upon the device strapped to his wrist and the door hissed open, his hand raising with it unholstering his disruptor in the same moment the door opened to reveal him to the girl's sight. The disruptor was trained upon her chest the red glow of the powerpack causing the black of his gauntlet to illuminate.
The bounty hunter smirked the edges of his lips barely visible past the angled metal of the mask covering the majority of his features leaving its glowing red eyepieces the only real feature noticeable other than the large mane of black dreadlocks tumbling over his shoulders. His outstretched arm never flinched as he waited for his prey to make her first move.
After a healthy appreciation of the ship he searched for an entry point other than the obvious, taking not of the landing gear and the mounted weapons above and to the starboard of the cockpit as possible entry points, but such an idea would leave the ship with a clear sign of entry. He peered down at the device on his arm as he finally moved aboard the ship through the main ramp, a hand running across the hydraulics with a simple smirk. Once aboard it took only a few moments to gain the layout of the ship, its design having been scavenged for later Corillian models, one of which he had been on years ago on Felucia.
His head snapped - pulled form his thoughts by the sound of a woman's voice. He smirked double checking the device upon his arm once more to know that the signal was genuine. He approached the door with caution and when it did not open by sensor he raised his eyebrows and looked for a device to open the door.
How uncivilized...
His voice was gruff, as if he did not speak often, and also was distorted by the half mask half helmet he wore which covered his face and gave him a visual HUD through a visor-like band that shielded his eyes. The computer analyzed the door and the device on his wrist beeped. He looked down and analyzed the data for a moment before a flick of his wrist produced a slicers tool from the gauntlet the device was fixed to. He set to the control panel beside the door and connected the ships computer, the device on his arm seemed to hesitate for a moment as if battling some onboard security system and yet the pilot remained calm only glancing over his shoulder for a moment flicking his long black dreadlocks back over his shoulder before turning his head back to the device on his wrist which beeped again letting him know he was connected to the system. He laid a hand on the disruptor strapped to his hip and growled against the door.
Stand away from the door... and i wont have to shoot you.
The warning rolled of his lips with a smirk, veiled by a small bit of sarcasm and the hope that she wouldn't listen and he finally got to shoot someone. He pressed a button upon the device strapped to his wrist and the door hissed open, his hand raising with it unholstering his disruptor in the same moment the door opened to reveal him to the girl's sight. The disruptor was trained upon her chest the red glow of the powerpack causing the black of his gauntlet to illuminate.
This thing doesn't have a stun setting you know... and the price on your head is dead... OR alive.
The bounty hunter smirked the edges of his lips barely visible past the angled metal of the mask covering the majority of his features leaving its glowing red eyepieces the only real feature noticeable other than the large mane of black dreadlocks tumbling over his shoulders. His outstretched arm never flinched as he waited for his prey to make her first move.