03-22-2018, 11:43 PM
The hangar was full of all sorts of pristine Imperial ships of various shapes and sizes, though Rooster was firm in his belief that they were only for showing off and looking flashy around Tier One instead of any actual use. A ship that saw real action was bound to have more dings and scratches than anything else in the showroom. Of course, he would be the first to admit that he was probably a little bit biased due to the fact that their ship was a lot rougher around the edges than anything else parked on the Sulaco.
Scrubsey had acquired a YT-1930M for the group after navigating a small maze of politics and paperwork. Most of the squad had been unaware that they made miniature versions of the popular YT series of ships, but it turned out to be a blessing for navigating it through some of Coruscants lower levels, which was where most of their action took place anyway. To say the ship hadn’t been in the best shape when they got it was a massive understatement. A thorough walk through by Sarge, Rooster, and some of the others with higher stake in the team’s means of transporting equipment and personnel had concluded that the upholstery on the back right seat in the cockpit was adequate. That was the only good thing they could say about the ship at the time. They had been promised the best, but all of that good favor had been burned on high end personal equipment.
Since then it had become Rooster’s pet project, because damn if they were going to get him to do much else. Sarge hadn’t been thrilled about pairing the team’s engineer, fresh faced Dan, with the constantly grumbling Rooster but it had been a good match in order to get the ship up to speed. The most noticeable flaw had been the lack of a turret on the topside. The squad was lacking a prime friend to summon one up and Scrubsey hit a standstill trying to requisition a new one, but with input from a few of the other members they had turned it into an raising platform to allow a stormtrooper to stand in the open air with decent cover to whatever weaponry was on hand. It sounded underpowered in theory, but between Rampage, Fuse, and Hammer, it had become far more versatile than when it had been a simple gun placement. A few more minor modifications had been taken care of to make the ship worthy of battle.
Rooster was the craft’s designated pilot, so he slid into the main seat and removed his helmet, setting it aside for the time being. He was supposed to have it on at all times while on assignment, but he preferred full visibility while flying. Sarge was typically fine with this arrangement, so long as the job got done. Besides, Rooster was known to fly in jeans from time to time, so partial uniform was enough of a win for his superior.
Sarge took one of the cockpit’s seats behind him so he could have easy access to the coms while they traveled, while Scrubsey took the other seat, for whatever reason she was here. The three of them could hear the rest of the squad milling about down the hall, getting their gear ready and hyping themselves up for the mission at hand. Their pregame routines could get as volatile as the squad’s downtime, but Rooster trusted himself to land the ship if things turned catastrophic. That was all he needed to worry about, because he sure wasn’t paying for any of the repairs himself.
With that comfort in mind, he guided the controls and the ship lurched forward. They were on the way to their mission.
Scrubsey had acquired a YT-1930M for the group after navigating a small maze of politics and paperwork. Most of the squad had been unaware that they made miniature versions of the popular YT series of ships, but it turned out to be a blessing for navigating it through some of Coruscants lower levels, which was where most of their action took place anyway. To say the ship hadn’t been in the best shape when they got it was a massive understatement. A thorough walk through by Sarge, Rooster, and some of the others with higher stake in the team’s means of transporting equipment and personnel had concluded that the upholstery on the back right seat in the cockpit was adequate. That was the only good thing they could say about the ship at the time. They had been promised the best, but all of that good favor had been burned on high end personal equipment.
Since then it had become Rooster’s pet project, because damn if they were going to get him to do much else. Sarge hadn’t been thrilled about pairing the team’s engineer, fresh faced Dan, with the constantly grumbling Rooster but it had been a good match in order to get the ship up to speed. The most noticeable flaw had been the lack of a turret on the topside. The squad was lacking a prime friend to summon one up and Scrubsey hit a standstill trying to requisition a new one, but with input from a few of the other members they had turned it into an raising platform to allow a stormtrooper to stand in the open air with decent cover to whatever weaponry was on hand. It sounded underpowered in theory, but between Rampage, Fuse, and Hammer, it had become far more versatile than when it had been a simple gun placement. A few more minor modifications had been taken care of to make the ship worthy of battle.
Rooster was the craft’s designated pilot, so he slid into the main seat and removed his helmet, setting it aside for the time being. He was supposed to have it on at all times while on assignment, but he preferred full visibility while flying. Sarge was typically fine with this arrangement, so long as the job got done. Besides, Rooster was known to fly in jeans from time to time, so partial uniform was enough of a win for his superior.
Sarge took one of the cockpit’s seats behind him so he could have easy access to the coms while they traveled, while Scrubsey took the other seat, for whatever reason she was here. The three of them could hear the rest of the squad milling about down the hall, getting their gear ready and hyping themselves up for the mission at hand. Their pregame routines could get as volatile as the squad’s downtime, but Rooster trusted himself to land the ship if things turned catastrophic. That was all he needed to worry about, because he sure wasn’t paying for any of the repairs himself.
With that comfort in mind, he guided the controls and the ship lurched forward. They were on the way to their mission.
Quote:The team's ships' floorplan for reference.
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