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As Kaltos Amalthea's ship came out of hyperspace, the hull groaned in protest at the sudden decrease in speed. There was little illumination coming from the craft, aside from the engines, and a dim blue light in the cockpit, inside of which there was a large man reclining in the seat, his red headband pulled down over his eyes as he slept. A shrill alarm went off, and a yellow light began to flash, waking him up.
"Gah... Are we there yet, Sue?" The man groaned, lifting his headband and blinking his eyes. A small window opened on the screen, and an image of the nearby planet answered his question.
"Great... Sue, send a droid with some water." He added, sitting up and stretching his massive arms. A minute later, a mouse droid zipped into the cockpit with a glass balanced on its chassis.
As the Void Hunter neared Alderaan, Kaltos began to ready himself. He pulled on his ballistic vest, the only clothing option he had as anything with sleeves seemed to disagree with him. His boots were looser than he would have liked, so he tightened the laces before standing.
"Alderaanian hail, sir." Sue, the ship's AI, said. Kaltos nodded and turned to face the comm screen to deal with the docking authorities. After a few formalities, he was granted clearance, and the Void Hunter continued to drift towards the space station that had been specified.
"How long until docking?" Kaltos asked, wanting to run a last second check on his weapons.
"Ten minutes at current speed, sir."
Kaltos nodded and kicked the pedal beneath the control console. A panel slid back in the floor, and a rack slid into view. Kaltos retrieved his firearms from their clips and set them on the passenger seat. His blades were hanging in their straps by the door, so he decided to forgo checking them at the moment. First, he picked up his simplest weapon, his sidearm. The .48 millimeter revolver was heavy, even to his high strength. Kaltos popped out the cylinder and checked the chambers, making sure that they were clear. When he was satisfied that the action was in order, he grabbed a speed-loader from the rack and pushed the ammunition into the weapon. Once it was loaded, Kaltos swung the cylinder back into the frame and flicked the safety on, before tucking the gun into his thigh holster.
Next, he grabbed the slugthrower rifle and disassembled it with the speed born from experience. When all the pieces were laid out in front of him, Kaltos rubbed them down with an oilcloth quickly, before snapping all of the pieces back into place. When the rifle was assembled, he grabbed a pair of clips from the rack and clipped them together, before pressing the right magazine into the receiver. When one magazine was expended, he would decrease reload time by simple ejecting the clip, and inserting the next. He slung the rifle over his shoulders, with the barrel pointing down towards his right hip, and grabbed more ammunition for each.
By the time Kaltos had strapped his blades to himself, the combat knife next to his revolver on his thigh, and his sword at his left hip, Sue announced that she was commencing docking procedures. Kaltos walked through the ship and made his way towards the exit ramp. Once the ship touched down, he palmed the button that lowered the ramp and walked out. Once he was outside, he took a moment to admire his surroundings as he pressed a button on the remote in his pocket, locking the ship down.
After checking his datapad, Kaltos confirmed the location of the Jericho and made his way towards it. After an hour, he approached the docked frigate ship that he was to meet his contact on. Smiling at the size of it, Kaltos made his way inside.
Once he had boarded the vessel, Kaltos was directed to the interviewing room. Kaltos subconsciously joked that interview and interrogation might be synonymous in this situation. He entered the room and waited.
"Gah... Are we there yet, Sue?" The man groaned, lifting his headband and blinking his eyes. A small window opened on the screen, and an image of the nearby planet answered his question.
"Great... Sue, send a droid with some water." He added, sitting up and stretching his massive arms. A minute later, a mouse droid zipped into the cockpit with a glass balanced on its chassis.
As the Void Hunter neared Alderaan, Kaltos began to ready himself. He pulled on his ballistic vest, the only clothing option he had as anything with sleeves seemed to disagree with him. His boots were looser than he would have liked, so he tightened the laces before standing.
"Alderaanian hail, sir." Sue, the ship's AI, said. Kaltos nodded and turned to face the comm screen to deal with the docking authorities. After a few formalities, he was granted clearance, and the Void Hunter continued to drift towards the space station that had been specified.
"How long until docking?" Kaltos asked, wanting to run a last second check on his weapons.
"Ten minutes at current speed, sir."
Kaltos nodded and kicked the pedal beneath the control console. A panel slid back in the floor, and a rack slid into view. Kaltos retrieved his firearms from their clips and set them on the passenger seat. His blades were hanging in their straps by the door, so he decided to forgo checking them at the moment. First, he picked up his simplest weapon, his sidearm. The .48 millimeter revolver was heavy, even to his high strength. Kaltos popped out the cylinder and checked the chambers, making sure that they were clear. When he was satisfied that the action was in order, he grabbed a speed-loader from the rack and pushed the ammunition into the weapon. Once it was loaded, Kaltos swung the cylinder back into the frame and flicked the safety on, before tucking the gun into his thigh holster.
Next, he grabbed the slugthrower rifle and disassembled it with the speed born from experience. When all the pieces were laid out in front of him, Kaltos rubbed them down with an oilcloth quickly, before snapping all of the pieces back into place. When the rifle was assembled, he grabbed a pair of clips from the rack and clipped them together, before pressing the right magazine into the receiver. When one magazine was expended, he would decrease reload time by simple ejecting the clip, and inserting the next. He slung the rifle over his shoulders, with the barrel pointing down towards his right hip, and grabbed more ammunition for each.
By the time Kaltos had strapped his blades to himself, the combat knife next to his revolver on his thigh, and his sword at his left hip, Sue announced that she was commencing docking procedures. Kaltos walked through the ship and made his way towards the exit ramp. Once the ship touched down, he palmed the button that lowered the ramp and walked out. Once he was outside, he took a moment to admire his surroundings as he pressed a button on the remote in his pocket, locking the ship down.
After checking his datapad, Kaltos confirmed the location of the Jericho and made his way towards it. After an hour, he approached the docked frigate ship that he was to meet his contact on. Smiling at the size of it, Kaltos made his way inside.
Once he had boarded the vessel, Kaltos was directed to the interviewing room. Kaltos subconsciously joked that interview and interrogation might be synonymous in this situation. He entered the room and waited.