Lorn Kadross
Feb 22nd, 2008, 12:31:30 PM
Youngsfield Station, Thera System
Lorn Kadross, a human from the city-world of Denon, sat back in a conference chair in one of Youngsfield's briefing rooms. The station was an old XQ2 platform that had originally served as an Imperial customs station until the construction of a Golan III in Theradon's orbit, afterwhich the platform had been converted to a trade/supply depot. Outdated and poorly maintained the sounds of screeching door mechanisms were common, and when the briefing room's door made its opening known, Lorn spun around to greet the newcomer. A well dressed gentleman, like Lorn, walked in with a datapad in hand and a smile.
"Sign this Kadross. Your ships are loaded and supplied. I also gotta tell you I haven't seen this many zeroes in months. These credits better be good, this station needs some love." he said. The man was Felix Livtan, Youngsefield's station master and owner.
"No one would deal with me if I didn't pay bills. The credits will be in your account shortly Felix. This supply of grain is heading to a new colony bordering the Unknown Regions and they're paying well for it. I should be back here for another load in a week or so." Lorn replied, standing from his seat and offering Felix a firm handshake.
Felix accepted it then handed the pad and stylus to Lorn. A quick signature and Felix was cheerful as ever. Lorn nodded.
"Everything's in order then. I'll see you in a week or so good friend."
"Safe travels and good luck Lorn."
With that both men exited the room and headed their separate ways. Felix to his office and Lorn to his shuttle. When Lorn arrived his co-pilot Zevyn, a Selonian renegade, stood half-way up the ramp and smacked her tail down on it.
"Get up here." She growled, "We are late. We should have left the system an hour ago."
Lorn laughed and followed her up into the shuttle's cockpit. Zevyn was one for keeping a tight schedule, it made her the ideal second-in-command. He'd lucked out when he was searching for crewmen on Talus and she'd sat down infront of him in the cantina. He never expected a Selonian to leave home, but Zevyn jumped at the chance to get away from her den. He never questioned her motivation for it. The credentials she had as a pilot in the Corellian system bested anyone else's in the entire joint, even Lorn's own.
The shuttle exited the station's docking bay, and after a brief journey through space landed within the hanger of the Golden Sun, a modified Assassin-class corvette. Keeping with the name Lorn had its markings done in gold. After disembarking Zevyn and Lorn headed to the bridge where the crew was busy running flight checks.
"Zevyn, you've got the helm. Petterson get me a line to the rest of the convoy. We're leaving orbit." Lorn ordered, moving to the centre of the bridge and to his command console.
"Aye Cap. Lines are open." Petterson, a young human teen, said after punching in a few keys at his station.
"Convoy Golden Harvest set course for jump point one. We're shipping out."
Lorn Kadross, a human from the city-world of Denon, sat back in a conference chair in one of Youngsfield's briefing rooms. The station was an old XQ2 platform that had originally served as an Imperial customs station until the construction of a Golan III in Theradon's orbit, afterwhich the platform had been converted to a trade/supply depot. Outdated and poorly maintained the sounds of screeching door mechanisms were common, and when the briefing room's door made its opening known, Lorn spun around to greet the newcomer. A well dressed gentleman, like Lorn, walked in with a datapad in hand and a smile.
"Sign this Kadross. Your ships are loaded and supplied. I also gotta tell you I haven't seen this many zeroes in months. These credits better be good, this station needs some love." he said. The man was Felix Livtan, Youngsefield's station master and owner.
"No one would deal with me if I didn't pay bills. The credits will be in your account shortly Felix. This supply of grain is heading to a new colony bordering the Unknown Regions and they're paying well for it. I should be back here for another load in a week or so." Lorn replied, standing from his seat and offering Felix a firm handshake.
Felix accepted it then handed the pad and stylus to Lorn. A quick signature and Felix was cheerful as ever. Lorn nodded.
"Everything's in order then. I'll see you in a week or so good friend."
"Safe travels and good luck Lorn."
With that both men exited the room and headed their separate ways. Felix to his office and Lorn to his shuttle. When Lorn arrived his co-pilot Zevyn, a Selonian renegade, stood half-way up the ramp and smacked her tail down on it.
"Get up here." She growled, "We are late. We should have left the system an hour ago."
Lorn laughed and followed her up into the shuttle's cockpit. Zevyn was one for keeping a tight schedule, it made her the ideal second-in-command. He'd lucked out when he was searching for crewmen on Talus and she'd sat down infront of him in the cantina. He never expected a Selonian to leave home, but Zevyn jumped at the chance to get away from her den. He never questioned her motivation for it. The credentials she had as a pilot in the Corellian system bested anyone else's in the entire joint, even Lorn's own.
The shuttle exited the station's docking bay, and after a brief journey through space landed within the hanger of the Golden Sun, a modified Assassin-class corvette. Keeping with the name Lorn had its markings done in gold. After disembarking Zevyn and Lorn headed to the bridge where the crew was busy running flight checks.
"Zevyn, you've got the helm. Petterson get me a line to the rest of the convoy. We're leaving orbit." Lorn ordered, moving to the centre of the bridge and to his command console.
"Aye Cap. Lines are open." Petterson, a young human teen, said after punching in a few keys at his station.
"Convoy Golden Harvest set course for jump point one. We're shipping out."