Hoth: Blood and Ice

http://hoth.fallenash.com/download/file.php?id=43 Out of the hangar darted a blur of blue as the Sparrow entered the fray. "Now remember dear, we're not trying to out run them. We need them to stay engaged to but time for the other ships." Small Miyi.jpg "Yes dear, ah'll do mah best...but 'gaged wi...

Off to sleep, back for space pews.

It does seem that way, unless you trust another PC to attempt to pilot it to safety.

Garth rests a hand on Breela's shoulder. "Ah gotcha back. Whateva y' need."

"Blackguards?" Garth asked curiously.

"Best we c'n do is prepare them f'r the world, an prepare th' world fer them." Garth joked, finding a place with the other Dads

Also, most of the smaller ships will probably only have 1 slot for crew, so pilot/gunner is the only option. Hm, true. I know the Turtle isn't that way with its crew of 4, and certainly the cruiser has more than that. I suppose all the more reason to have the 4th ship be a freighter rather than a p...

Yeah....should read secondary pilot

Also, most of the smaller ships will probably only have 1 slot for crew, so pilot/gunner is the only option.

Pilot 2a,2p,2f
Gunnery 4p,2f
Intuitive evasion
Sense upgrades.
Relevant talents

Sparrow is smol.

Garth slammed his hand on the rable and laughed.

"Ye're good sort Nudimsu, who'd a thunk a Chiss could be so funny." He comments before heading off to the benches to grab a kaff.

"Yer not suggestin' unauthorised use of th' passcoded airlock on a republic vessel are ya?" Garth teased, knowing that Nudi was apparently coming so far in learning about sarcasm.

"If only ya knew someone who knew th' codes."

Garth just smirked and leaned a little closer to Nudismu.

"But where w'd ya hide the bodies?" He joked half heartedly in a loud whisper.

Keen to bring the heat.

A gentle laugh rolls out of Garth's throat. "Enjoy it. Th' twins're growin' way too fast, way too quick an' Jak's taken after his grampa, found some o' Xeno's masks an' won' leave th' house without one on."

Garth offered a smile to Galen. Another friendly face was welcome, even if it was one who had far more important things to do than be here.

"Gal, how're the wee ones doin'?"

At the mention of lightsabers, Garth glanced down to one of the pockets on his cargo pants almost reflexively.

"Either calms 'em down or scares 'em inta sumthin' stupid." He joked.

Garth just shrugs casually. "Nope, but ah'm hard pressed t' think th' rag tag bunch would try an stand up t' us in a faur fight. If'n it came t' that of course."

"Standin' up fer what ye believe in? Ah c'n get b'hind that." Garth opined.

"Tha's th' reason ah re-inlisted after all, glad t' see the cream o' society is feelin' the need as well."

"Ah just hope this all goes smooth like, ah've seen a duke, a duchess, and now a couple of prince's on this ship. Alderaan c'd be in fer a major overhaul if this don' go well." He jokes in that typically pessimistic military manner.

"Course not, yer highness." Garth welcomes the Prince enthusiastically, before second guessing himself.

"Errr, tha's th' right term yeah?" He adds in a whisper before sliding out a chair for her.

Just as his hand is in motion of closing, elbow cocked at a 90 degree angle, he brings his hand back down and shakes Captain Garth Thul's hand. "A pleasure! I am Jedi Jub'lub, always nice to meet another man of blue," he turns to wink at Nudimsu. Garth laughs at the coincidence of it all. "Well ah ...

Garth extends a hand to Jub as he follows Breela over to the boys in blue.

"Cap'n Garth Thul, Blue Squadron Leader fer th' Tenacity."

Garth doesn't miss the surprise in Breela's reaction, nor does he fail to notice the familiar blue figure and their eyes fix for a tense moment. "Don' take it hard, there's no ill will there a lotta th' galaxy has taken a surf'ce view o' the family. Les' just say appearances c'n be deceiving. Never ...