Robot Rondo

[MMU]

Give me toast, give me cheese, give me marbles, give me... um... hrmmm...

DROP!!!


And in the blink of an eye, a ship dropped from hyperspace over the planet of Onderon. It was large, gracefull, and the hull gleaming white with black accents lining its sides. Unfurled panels folded back against the main body, and it angled towards the planet in a graceful arc.

The avatar had wandered off, leaving Balmorra for more adventure than he was able to get his hands on while with Grand Admiral Millard. No drawing on the walls, no playing with his capguns, no singing, no jumping on the bed, no nothing.

So now he was here, looking for someone in particular.

TC-10, TC-10, I know you're around here.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Unidentified spacecraft, transmit your transponder code to Iziz City Space Control immediately for identification." The comm lit up within a few minutes of the avatar's arrival above Iziz City, and a routine flyby of Uglies split apart into two flights of two, both wings turning towards the new ship. The Uglies escaped atmosphere, and flanked the ship, while Space Control sent their message one more time.

"Transponder code required before permission to land can be granted."

[TC-10]

The quiet halls of the Crimson Dragon echoed with the clanking of metal feet resonating off its floors. It had been awhile since they had left Onderon's orbit, with only the occasional trip to Coruscant to break up long periods of downtime. This didnt bother the Protocol Droid however. Whatever Master Xilarian was doing on Onderon was leaving TC-10 with much quiet time, which he spent cleaning and organizing, and reorganizing things. T25, the on board astromech, complained of things being too dull from time to time, but passed the time by bullying the Balmorran Wardroids on board by altering certain sections of the ships gravity.

Ever so often though, Onderon received visitors, and the Dragon was usually the first ship aware, due to its advanced sensor system. The ship was massive for a personal transport, and was well suited for combat. Which meant when visitors did come, the ship was put on stand by, just in case.

This particular case caught TC-10's attention, since the intruding ship seemed more concerned with looking around then it did landing. Before TC-10 could say a word however, T25 began beeping excitedly and put the ship in a hard to port turn.

"The King? What King? What are you babbling abo.....Oh goodness no.......not THAT King....."

[MMU]

The first recieved message went unheeded. Completely ignored. Instead, The Rascal King performed a smooth roll, exposing the underside hull of its sleek form, and the pilots of the fighters sent out to undoubtedly escort this new ship planetside were met with a playful voice over their commwaves.

Scratch mah belly!!!