The Iron Fibulix

[Korja Vevut]

The Iron Fibulix is a cylindrical, dinged-up light freighter. It has two rooms- the cockpit/bunk, and the cargo section. The cockpit/bunk is a small room, filled with navigation equipment haphazardly upgraded, making it look like a robotic Frankenstein onster of a navicomp. There is a fold-out cot that rarely is used- Korja typically elects to sleep in the chair. The cargo hold is a strange mix of workshop and hospital. It holds Korja's dialysis/digestion machine (a two-ton piece of equipment), supplies for the treatment of light to moderate wounds, as well as a miniature workshop so Korja can maintain and repair his legs. What litle space remains can be used to haul small amounts of cargo, (2-3 tons, depending on the shape and securability of the load) an activity Korja has occasionally used to support himself.

The frieghter has four rotating quad laser cannon arrays, spaced at even intervals around the middle of the ship. At the front of the ship, under the cockpit viewport, there is one fixed laser cannon. There are two proton torpedo tubes attached to the top and bottom quad laser arrays.

[Korja Vevut]

*I jump into my ship, and throw Triosh down onto a medical bay. I strap him in, and walk to the cockpit, go through the launch sequence, and take off. As my ship breaks free of Nar Shadaa's gravitational pull, I strap myself to the pilot's seat and speak to my navicomp.*

"Plot a path for anywhere an hour from here, in a straight line, and prep weapons and shields. I've got a bad feeling about this."

*The four quad-lasers, two proton torpedo launchers, and one laser cannon all come online. The shield generator chimes readiness.*

=Computer=
"Estimated time till jump calculations are finished- 164 seconds."

[Korja Vevut]

=Computer=
"Calculations complete."

"Make the jump."

*The drives on my ship engage, and my ship jumps to hyperspace. About five minutes later, I jab a button, jerking my ship out of hyperspace.*

"Computer, plot a route back to Nar Shadaa."

=Computer=
"The previous route remains viable. Use the same route?"

"Yes, let's."

*The ship spins 180 degrees, and jumps to hyperspace, returning to Nar Shadaa.*

[Korja Vevut]

*As my ship comes out of hyperspace, I unstrap and walk into the back of my ship, where Triosh is waiting, still unconcious. I run a medical scanner over him, and determine that he hasn't been seriously injured. I grab a medpack, and dig around until I find a stimulant which should wake Triosh. I jab him with it in the neck.*

"Right. Wakey-wakey."

[Triosh Berada]

*Triosh's vision is blurred at first, then he becomes more focused. He stares up at the Mandalorian he saw in the abandoned warehouse. Pain quickly comes back to him and straight away he remembers his shattered knee*

"Whatever you want we can get to, but I need bacta and stims for the pain"

*Triosh stares into the blank faceplate and grips his leg to try and stop the throbbing waiting for an answer*

[Korja Vevut]

*I nod.*

"Of course."

*I open a drawer, and pull out two bacta patches, as well as a stimpack. I hand them to Triosh.*

"Wrap those around your knee, and stick that in your leg. Now, what do you know about your employer?"

[Triosh Berada]

*Drawing on his field training, Triosh can adequately tend to his wounds. He injects the stim which takes away a lot of the pain before applying the bacta. This will help to stop the bleeding but he knows he will need to get some medical treatment soon*

"Thank you. There is a lot I know of my employer and I'm sure I can tell you what you need to know, and help you achieve what you desire. Firstly, what is your name Mercenary and what are you looking to achieve?"

[Triosh Berada]

*With only silence coming back from the large Mandalorian, Triosh begins to put forward a proposal.*

"As you can see from the work that you and your squad performed at my compound on Nar Shaddaa, I am in need of assistance to build up that which has been lost. I assume your search is for the exchange and so you have found it."

*Triosh sits himself up straight and looks deep into the dark visor of his host*

"I have other resourses but what I need a men. Good men who are looking for profit and are not afraid to get their hands dirty."

"Nar Shaddaa was a set back. And right now I could do with a mercenary such as yourself. Work with me and you will have everything you desire. You Mandalorians are war makers. I can give you your own men to command."

[Korja Vevut]

*I look at Triosh flatly.*

"I want to talk to Visquis. After that, we can deal."

[Triosh Berada]

*Triosh thinks for a second about the response*

"Very well."

"I'll be able to get you through to Visquis but not from here. Are we still in-system? I have to say that I was out of it for a while..."

"Take me to Nar Shadaa. I have private comms that I can salvage. They will allow me to contact Visquis"

[Korja Vevut]

*I nod, and walk into the cockpit, leaving Triosh in the medbay, apparently with no desire to talk to Triosh more than is nessacery. I pilot the ship down to Nar Shadaa. As it lands, I exit to yell at Hovar for a minute, and the stick my head back in.*

"We're here. Let's get going."

[Korja Vevut]

*I get in my ship, and start the launch sequence. In a few seconds, I'm off.*