Its been a few weeks of traveling in deep space,a journey that the Rust Bucket was never foreign to.The ancient Halsion freighter flew slow and steady,as Hak made solid repairs to the hail,replaced the flown out thruster altho Fitch was not able to find a new hyperdrive module to repalce the old one.Unfortunatly there was only one place that could replace a component for such an old ship,so Hak begun his long journey back Home...to Corellia.As he slowly arrived,the massive orbital shipyard ring around the plant could be noticed,and Hak let out a sigh,
"...well...here we are again R5...home sweet home" and R5 let out a mutted blurb of droid speech "i know...i did not want to come back either...specially after dad...hnn.Anywway...its been two years...lets go dock"
Hak turned the ship to a slow decent towards the planet,and as they broke atmoshere the comm link flared up,
"Halsion frieghter RB-07,this is Coronet city flight control,please activate your transponder and confirm your entry codes."
Hak took a deep breath and activated his transponder and activated his mic, "Roger Flight Control,This captain Hak Te'Jaris of the Halsion class frieghter RB-07,my transponder is activated and my entry pass is 0945RG6,i am of the Te'Jaris Shipyards,over"
A few tense moments later the com link flared up again,"Roger that RB-07,your codes check out,you can now diactivate your transponder,welcome to Corellia Captain".With this Hak let out of relef and looked at R5 "Well its been a while but this still check out"
The Rust Bucket growned and rattled as they broke into atmosphere.They passed over Coronet city,the capital and headed toyards the more familiar routes,routes that young Hak took while he was exploring the outskirts of the city.A few minutes later Hak felt his chest tighten up as he arrived to his father shipyard,he was home.The Rust Bucket landing on the rustied landing pad and it felt like the ship took a breath and relaxed,like a horse after running for hours.The thrusters were overheated and it was almost out of fuel.The door of the loading bay opened and Hak departed,with R5 following behind.He looked around,his home looked untouched,it seemed like those thugs didnt rapaged through it as he envisioned,and that was a relef.As he walked around the yard inspecting it for any kind of damages or stolen equipment he reached a patch of dirt,where a steel pole was sticking out of and a tatered flag was lazily flowing by the calm breeze.He removed his helmet and his heart droped,as tears begun to well up on his eyes,"Te'jaris's sledgehammer".This old peace of cloth was the only thing that was left of the Te'Jaris's,his family's sigil,the outline of a planet and the shape of a very familiar ship.As he drew close on the base of this pole was a small sign.Hak droped on his knees and begun to cry,as this was the grave of his father.
"At least you found rest father...and you are with mom." he said as all the pain and sadness spilled out of him.
A few hours later,Hak left few wild flowers on the base of the sign and smilled softly, "i am home...i will make this right...i promise".
He turned and begun to tidy up the old and rusty ship yard,cause it was time to repair the Bucket.The old antena was activated by accident tho it seems as the power reignited the old shipyard.It was a local friquinency that anyone could tap in.But the important thing of this transmission was that,the message was ancient and it was a call for aid towards any freedom fighters were nearby.It seems that Hak grandfather still had some tricks up his sleeve.At the meantime Hak begun his slow repairs.
"...well...here we are again R5...home sweet home" and R5 let out a mutted blurb of droid speech "i know...i did not want to come back either...specially after dad...hnn.Anywway...its been two years...lets go dock"
Hak turned the ship to a slow decent towards the planet,and as they broke atmoshere the comm link flared up,
"Halsion frieghter RB-07,this is Coronet city flight control,please activate your transponder and confirm your entry codes."
Hak took a deep breath and activated his transponder and activated his mic, "Roger Flight Control,This captain Hak Te'Jaris of the Halsion class frieghter RB-07,my transponder is activated and my entry pass is 0945RG6,i am of the Te'Jaris Shipyards,over"
A few tense moments later the com link flared up again,"Roger that RB-07,your codes check out,you can now diactivate your transponder,welcome to Corellia Captain".With this Hak let out of relef and looked at R5 "Well its been a while but this still check out"
The Rust Bucket growned and rattled as they broke into atmosphere.They passed over Coronet city,the capital and headed toyards the more familiar routes,routes that young Hak took while he was exploring the outskirts of the city.A few minutes later Hak felt his chest tighten up as he arrived to his father shipyard,he was home.The Rust Bucket landing on the rustied landing pad and it felt like the ship took a breath and relaxed,like a horse after running for hours.The thrusters were overheated and it was almost out of fuel.The door of the loading bay opened and Hak departed,with R5 following behind.He looked around,his home looked untouched,it seemed like those thugs didnt rapaged through it as he envisioned,and that was a relef.As he walked around the yard inspecting it for any kind of damages or stolen equipment he reached a patch of dirt,where a steel pole was sticking out of and a tatered flag was lazily flowing by the calm breeze.He removed his helmet and his heart droped,as tears begun to well up on his eyes,"Te'jaris's sledgehammer".This old peace of cloth was the only thing that was left of the Te'Jaris's,his family's sigil,the outline of a planet and the shape of a very familiar ship.As he drew close on the base of this pole was a small sign.Hak droped on his knees and begun to cry,as this was the grave of his father.
"At least you found rest father...and you are with mom." he said as all the pain and sadness spilled out of him.
A few hours later,Hak left few wild flowers on the base of the sign and smilled softly, "i am home...i will make this right...i promise".
He turned and begun to tidy up the old and rusty ship yard,cause it was time to repair the Bucket.The old antena was activated by accident tho it seems as the power reignited the old shipyard.It was a local friquinency that anyone could tap in.But the important thing of this transmission was that,the message was ancient and it was a call for aid towards any freedom fighters were nearby.It seems that Hak grandfather still had some tricks up his sleeve.At the meantime Hak begun his slow repairs.