Post by Dragus on Oct 24, 2024 7:30:51 GMT -8
A protesting groan sounded from the rusted internal mechanisms of the hangar door as a tinker rat spliced into the controls from a terminal panel he had removed from the wall beside it. The DragCorp Industries caravan crews currently occupying the old temple while they exploited the surrounding environment for resources had set up a number of generators to power their equipment, even going so far as to run cables out to the C-9979s parked in the gardens to siphon additional energy to suit their needs. A veil of dust and rust particles fell from the ceiling as the massive doors slid apart to reveal a hangar bay in a state of utter disarray. It was a similar scene to what they had already witnessed elsewhere in the abandoned Praxeum. A battle had been fought here some time ago, though it was unclear who was involved or what their objective had been. Based on the fact that the structure had been abandoned, it seemed likely that whoever had attacked this place had won. Captain Solo had to step around a sea of debris as he entered the hangar, holding his lumen torch up to dispel the darkness. Most of the ship remains left behind were in pretty rough shape. Not much to salvage. He grumbled to himself, continuing to inspect the large open space. The tinker-rat that had opened the door for him had already busied itself looting parts, though honestly Jake didn't see anything of value worth their time. After completing his inspection of the hangar, he walked back outside to speak with his verminous assistant Tweakers, who was nibbling a mouldy piece of blue cheese while sitting on its haunches in the shade created by the purple multi-troop transport they had brought with them.
"Whoever was living here before left a lot of useless junk in the hangar. I don't see anything worth salvaging but I'll leave that up to your kin to decide. In the interim I want it cleared out. Borrow some of the Gamorreans if you need some muscle, but lets get that debris out of there so we can park our own equipment inside. The moisture from this damn jungle will begin taking its toll on our electronics in short order. Lets try to avoid running into maintenance issues for now if we can help it." Slipping a hand into his stolen Jedi robe, Jake pulled out his personal data-pad and brought up the cargo manifest for the landing craft. "We can park our compliment of Sheathipedes in here once the hangar is clear." That ought to free up some more cargo space. No sense slogging those shuttles all the way back to the Abrion Sector, especially since they planned on staying for a while.
"Whoever was living here before left a lot of useless junk in the hangar. I don't see anything worth salvaging but I'll leave that up to your kin to decide. In the interim I want it cleared out. Borrow some of the Gamorreans if you need some muscle, but lets get that debris out of there so we can park our own equipment inside. The moisture from this damn jungle will begin taking its toll on our electronics in short order. Lets try to avoid running into maintenance issues for now if we can help it." Slipping a hand into his stolen Jedi robe, Jake pulled out his personal data-pad and brought up the cargo manifest for the landing craft. "We can park our compliment of Sheathipedes in here once the hangar is clear." That ought to free up some more cargo space. No sense slogging those shuttles all the way back to the Abrion Sector, especially since they planned on staying for a while.