The door to the hangar shut and Morgan turned on his heels to follow Emryc up the ramp with his droid behind. He looked around the open space of the ship. The other man had wandered off to look over the ship so Morgan had Dante take the crate to the captain's quarters, the soft thump of its weight dropping echoing into the hall. Slowly the young Sith looked around the space, a space someone else had been in until fairly recently. He sighed softly, then stretched his arms upward toward the ceiling, his fingers brushing the ceiling.
When Emryc was done looking over the ship he'd find Morgan sitting on the crew couch burning through another cigarra with an ashtray from his crate placed on the table. The young Sith looked from his datapad and tapped ash into the tray and nodded, leaving the cigarra behind.
"My turn now, huh?" he asked rhetorically, standing and walking into the cockpit. He sank into the pilot's chair, pleased with the overall size and thus comfort for someone his height. Then a button and switch at a time he went through the startup sequence for the ship. It came alive around them, the sound of the engine reverberating through the walls for a moment before the dampers brought down the sound. He guided the ship into takeoff out of the hangar, lifting off up, up and away from Terminus.
And they'd only just gotten there. Dante plugged in a series of hyperspace coordinates into the navicomputer and the ship did the rest, guiding him on an exit vector. Morgan briefly checked to make sure Emryc was seated before reaching over to pull the an elegantly designed lever to trigger the transition into hyperspace. The ship launched forward, the stars stretching and warping in silver-white lines across the viewscreen and then, for the second time in two days, they catapulted to lightspeed.
When Emryc was done looking over the ship he'd find Morgan sitting on the crew couch burning through another cigarra with an ashtray from his crate placed on the table. The young Sith looked from his datapad and tapped ash into the tray and nodded, leaving the cigarra behind.
"My turn now, huh?" he asked rhetorically, standing and walking into the cockpit. He sank into the pilot's chair, pleased with the overall size and thus comfort for someone his height. Then a button and switch at a time he went through the startup sequence for the ship. It came alive around them, the sound of the engine reverberating through the walls for a moment before the dampers brought down the sound. He guided the ship into takeoff out of the hangar, lifting off up, up and away from Terminus.
And they'd only just gotten there. Dante plugged in a series of hyperspace coordinates into the navicomputer and the ship did the rest, guiding him on an exit vector. Morgan briefly checked to make sure Emryc was seated before reaching over to pull the an elegantly designed lever to trigger the transition into hyperspace. The ship launched forward, the stars stretching and warping in silver-white lines across the viewscreen and then, for the second time in two days, they catapulted to lightspeed.
@Sreeya