Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jan 23, 2016 7:00:47 GMT -8
The transport shuttle landed down in the spaceport without issue. There was no fiery explosion. No one was crushed. If there was any hiccup it was that the bay doors opened 3 seconds later than it should have. A minor maintenance issue. As everyone left the ship Xeonon grabbed his meager possessions and joined the crowd leaving. The only good thing about being in this large a group of people was that he could hide in the crowd. Standing in line with the others he was processed through with very little problems. Several times the camera didnt work and his face was hidden behind a bright white light. Eventually though they let him through.
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Gand Artifex
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Not bad, not bad at all... but it could be more on fire.
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Post by Gand Artifex on Apr 9, 2016 6:13:24 GMT -8
There was once a time when Honoghr was populated only by the Noghri; a time when the variety of species currently occupying the planet would never be seen there. However, times change, as evidenced by the occupants of a YT-1930 freighter currently en route to the spaceport. In the cockpit, a male Gand paces back and forth, clicking and gesturing animatedly to the current pilot of the vessel, an R8-astromech droid, who responds with a series of beeps and whistles. The Gand pauses a moment to read a wrist-mounted translation unit, before responding to the droid with another series of clicks, a language native to the Gand species. "Have we been granted landing privileges? Good. He suggests you proceed to the hangar immediately, so he may get on with his business." The astromech droid responds by sending the freighter into a graceful descent, causing the Gand to momentarily lose his footing. "He further requests that you refrain from such maneuvers until he has been properly seated." The droid whistles in amusement, continuing the flight.
The YT-1930 eventually sets down in an clear area of the spaceport. Inside, the Gand grabs a few spare ammonia canisters for his breath mask, as well as a satchel of medical equipment. His last-minute preparations completed, the Gand gives a few quick instructions to the droids still aboard his ship. "Mr. Artifex, am I to assume you will be taking shore leave?" A 2-1B Medical Droid steps out of one of the modified cargo bays of the freighter, accompanied by an FX-Series Medical Assistant. The Gand replies using his wrist translator, resulting in a Basic translation using a flat, male voice, rather than his usual clicks. "Indeed. He has minor business here. Droid is in charge of the ship until he returns." The R8 in the cockpit whistles smugly as Gand Artifex lowers the ramp.
Outside, the Gand takes a quick look around the area, filled with people, droids, and activity, before shutting the hatch again. He clicks to himself again, checking his satchel of supplies, before heading towards the main entrance.
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me!
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jan 25, 2021 15:20:51 GMT -8
The last time Arkan had been on Honoghr he had had to leave in rather a rush. He had thought that he would never be back, he wasn't wrong much but this was one of those times. The Cutlass was a very large vessel to make planetary landings and normally Arkan would take a shuttle to a planets surface. However he needed to make an impact for this meeting so the three hundred and fifty metre long cruiser was slowly approaching the public spaceport. The bridge crew had been instructed to ignore the traffic controllers and follow Arkan's order for landing. This had gotten the crew of the spaceport tower quite anxious and frantic, guiding nearby traffic around the uninvited guest, lumbering towards the surface.
"Put us down there, right next to the main complex."
Arkan signalled towards the largest hard-standing areas near the main spaceport building. It was unclear if this was designated for ship landings but the Pirate Lord didn't care. The landing feet had been extended and now there was nothing that could be done to prevent touchdown. Thankfully people had been aware of the incoming ship for a while but now they were actively fleeing from that side of the main building. By the time the cruisers landing feet touched down on the planet, all sentient life had escaped to a safe distance.
"Have my team meet me at the boarding ramp."
Arkan would be disembarking with a small, plain-clothes team of his Black Guard. They would provide him with security as he conducted his business. Unfortunately Arkan himself would not be dressed plainly, he had had that option taken from him. However he was sporting a large black cloak and hood that largely obscured his distinctive armour and mask.
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