Fester Olonn
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2018
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"MandalHypernautics a new division of MandalMotors is currently being drafted, this means there is a need for specialized craft to construct a shipyard capable of producing warships.The ISA has identified one of these ships that is soon to be decommissioned by the Corellians, go and ‘collect’ it for this project or it will never leave the planning table. Stealing this ship will require a team to infiltrate the shipyard and take the vessel. How you do this is up to you, but there can be no trace to the Sith."
The FV-50 Prototype wasn't really meant for the construction of capital ships, yet due to a design flaw thanks to overeager advisers it became capable of lifting way more tonnes than needed for taking fishing nets out of the sea and lacked the necessary scanners to track the wanted fish kind through the water. It turned out that was ideal for doing a lot of necessary heavy lifting concerned with ship building and for the next forty years Corellian shipywards used a modified FV-50 to lift cabins and pipelines to the decks where they were to be placed and even turned out to work wonders when bringing the finishing touches to the hull. As its initial design was that of a fishing vessel it had very precise controls to allow a fisherman to keep it steady to 90 centimeters above the sea in the most dangerous of weather conditions. Unfortunately, due to its focus on stability and labor, it proved impossible to also add a function fish-scanner and tracker to the model. Well, unfortunately... the FV-50 would be a great addition to the new MandalHypernautics.
Corporal Olonn felt uncomfortable in his flight suit as he walked up to the hangar with the soon-to-be-decommissioned FV-50's. Unbeknownst to him the three guards that stood at the entrance weren't the only ones to guard the hangar as there were a total of nine RJF guards providing security. Even those first three could make the corporal's mission today a disaster, since using the conceiled Thunderslug Pulse-pistol would be a dead give-away that signals reinforcements from any nearby Judicial Forces base. "Hope these I.D. cards get us through the door, at least-" he said to his partner-in-crime for this mission, his SF-platoon mate Gunner Stahl (@Faded Truth) "-opening the hangar doors and getting the ship out in one piece will be hard enough without having to deal with unhinged judicial swat." He might be a Shock Trooper and worth his salt in a fight, but boy did he want to just get this part of the mission over with. Once he was in the cockpit and lifting the bird up he knew the danger would be over. There's no way he'd fail to outrun local law enforcement ships. That used to be his pastime at the Naval Academy, after all.
The three guards didn't seem to think two pilots showing up was strange and without much of a careful inspection the one on door-duty extended his hand to accept their I.D. cards. "We figured they'd send some pilots down to keep the engines running every few days," he said, apparently knowing something about craft maintenance. "Yep," Fester simply replied as he handed him his green I.D. card, causing the eyebrows of the other two guards going up. Strange, he thought. Was he supposed to say something else? The duty card barely even looked at the card before taking a step back, "Is this some sick joke?" he asked, turning the card around to show it to Fester. "I'm Wes Lopshit!"
Kriff, Intelligence Support Activity (ISA) kessed it up. Immediately the two other guards had their hands go for their blasters. "Explain yourselves!" the duty guard shouted, but the only thing Fester noticed was that he'd probably be faster on the draw and that none of them had so far gone for their radio's.
Guess the lieutenant had a better overview as he had, though. Better he decided their next move.
The FV-50 Prototype wasn't really meant for the construction of capital ships, yet due to a design flaw thanks to overeager advisers it became capable of lifting way more tonnes than needed for taking fishing nets out of the sea and lacked the necessary scanners to track the wanted fish kind through the water. It turned out that was ideal for doing a lot of necessary heavy lifting concerned with ship building and for the next forty years Corellian shipywards used a modified FV-50 to lift cabins and pipelines to the decks where they were to be placed and even turned out to work wonders when bringing the finishing touches to the hull. As its initial design was that of a fishing vessel it had very precise controls to allow a fisherman to keep it steady to 90 centimeters above the sea in the most dangerous of weather conditions. Unfortunately, due to its focus on stability and labor, it proved impossible to also add a function fish-scanner and tracker to the model. Well, unfortunately... the FV-50 would be a great addition to the new MandalHypernautics.
Corporal Olonn felt uncomfortable in his flight suit as he walked up to the hangar with the soon-to-be-decommissioned FV-50's. Unbeknownst to him the three guards that stood at the entrance weren't the only ones to guard the hangar as there were a total of nine RJF guards providing security. Even those first three could make the corporal's mission today a disaster, since using the conceiled Thunderslug Pulse-pistol would be a dead give-away that signals reinforcements from any nearby Judicial Forces base. "Hope these I.D. cards get us through the door, at least-" he said to his partner-in-crime for this mission, his SF-platoon mate Gunner Stahl (@Faded Truth) "-opening the hangar doors and getting the ship out in one piece will be hard enough without having to deal with unhinged judicial swat." He might be a Shock Trooper and worth his salt in a fight, but boy did he want to just get this part of the mission over with. Once he was in the cockpit and lifting the bird up he knew the danger would be over. There's no way he'd fail to outrun local law enforcement ships. That used to be his pastime at the Naval Academy, after all.
The three guards didn't seem to think two pilots showing up was strange and without much of a careful inspection the one on door-duty extended his hand to accept their I.D. cards. "We figured they'd send some pilots down to keep the engines running every few days," he said, apparently knowing something about craft maintenance. "Yep," Fester simply replied as he handed him his green I.D. card, causing the eyebrows of the other two guards going up. Strange, he thought. Was he supposed to say something else? The duty card barely even looked at the card before taking a step back, "Is this some sick joke?" he asked, turning the card around to show it to Fester. "I'm Wes Lopshit!"
Kriff, Intelligence Support Activity (ISA) kessed it up. Immediately the two other guards had their hands go for their blasters. "Explain yourselves!" the duty guard shouted, but the only thing Fester noticed was that he'd probably be faster on the draw and that none of them had so far gone for their radio's.
Guess the lieutenant had a better overview as he had, though. Better he decided their next move.