Star Wars The Galactic Civil War Destinies

There is a deep darkness, and you can't see a damned thing.
Then from the darkness a voice, calming, a voice of a woman.

"Oh 'ello. I'm the ROB, or Random Omnipotent Being.

I was a bit bored, had some time on my hands, and now I feel like involving you in a harmless bit o' fun.

I hope you don't mind."

The lights go on, and you see a regal looking lady, both beautiful and elegant.

"This is not exactly the same Star Wars Universe you know, while many things are the same, many things are also very different. You will choose who you are, who your companions will be, and what equipment and vessel you will have. I will supply all these things, and you will awaken on board your vessel."

She pauses and smiles "You have the choice of starting in one of several places, and you may choose between Coruscant, Corellia, Nal Hutta, or Tatooine. When you have made your choice, you will find you have 500,000 Imperial Credits in your accounts. Have no fear, wherever you start out at you will be most safe, as you have angered no one so far. You are free of debts, and of enemies. Now time to head out, prepare yourself."

She kisses you on the forehead and everything goes black.

OOB/Rules Thread.
http://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-star-wars-galactic-civil-war-oob-thread-rules.227796/

Tyrena, Corellia

A million thoughts ran through my head all at once as I woke up. I knew exactly where I was: the bedroom of my middle-class apartment in the Corellian city of Tyrena. Yet everything seemed completely alien as well. I now had two fully-formed sets of memory: one of my life back on Earth, and the other of the person I was now, the life of a smuggler living in a galaxy far, far away. And they both felt as natural as the other. The feeling was unsettling, to say the least, but I knew that freaking out about it would do no good, so I decided to just take things in stride.

I started by looking out the window of my bedroom. My eyes were greeted by the sight of a gorgeous sunrise over the city of Tyrena, with a lovely violet sky highlighted by thin, whispy cirrus clouds, widespread verdant spaces all around, and golden sunlight reflecting off of the gleaming river and buildings of the city. The blend of natural beauty and metropolitan aesthetic was picture perfect here. I wish Earth had more cities like this.

The view had a great calming effect, and I felt much better now. I checked the time on my bedside chronometer: it was around 7:30. I went ahead and grabbed a quick shower before getting dressed in my usual black T-shirt and grey cargo pants. I then walked into the kitchen area, directly adjacent to the living room, and began preparing myself a breakfast of vat-grown nerf bacon and scrambled eggs, completed by a glass of apple juice. I then set the meal down at the living room table and turned on the holoscreen, switching it to the Imperial Holovision channel. I knew it was basically a mouthpiece for Imperial propaganda, but they still showed real news (except for the atrocities commited by the Empire, of course). I also turned on my datapad and uplinked it to a secure Rebel darknet to check for any new mission requests.

Nal Hutta

I woke up in my quarters in the Morkagorka, and prepared to get a nice cozy job in the seediest place in the galaxy.

Who knows, there might even be a good scrap nearby.

"Oi! Gazbag!" I yell, "Get off yur rear an' get the stuff! We'z gonna find a place ta stay ere'."

"Yeah boss." he wimpers, "I'z gonna get right on it." He promptly high-tailed it into the cargo hold to get the supplies.

Meanwhile, I walked up to Grumlok and hit him on the head.

"Quit nappin' Grumlok. We'z gotta find a gud place ta stay. You an' me are gunna go an' find a gud warehouse."

"Why me, boss?"

"Cuz you're a bluudy Bad Moon, ya know yur money."

The flash git got up and took his snazzgun.

"I'z gonna get right on it, boss."

"We'll call Gazbag when we find daa place and he'll park dis ting outside."

We suit up, and go out to scout for a warehouse, preferably one with a forge and other necessary stuff.

Corellia Orbit
Ad Astra
Bridge


There was a moment of dislocation....As Captain Wolf was pushed back into the acceleration couch of the ship Ad Astra. There were the first ones to have traveled beyond a Pandora Gate with a ship. It'd been insane to do so....But they were Scum...It was an adventure. If they died they'd wake back up in the fleet with no memory of what happened....Still....The golden jackal smiled as the ship hurled through the gate...A sudden lurch as the dislocation ended and he could think once more.
Pulling up the ships sensors he checked the surrounding area....The first thing he noticed was a planet nearby....In fact very close.
The second thing the scans picked up...The gate was gone.
With a muttered curse the canine leaned back in the crash couch and looked up while pulling up the camera spaced in the ships engineering section.
"Status report Lenda?" The face of a cold cut Russian beauty with solid ice blue eyes and obvious seams around the face indicating the body being used was a Podmorph.
"The Astra's fine шакал." She says cooly, "Some stress, but I already have the ships systems fixing all that up." She says glaring at the one who would hurt her baby.
Nodding with that done he closes the comm with her, "Everyone else? How's she hanging together?" A series of 'Ayes' entered the hud as he took his time contacting Luther.
"You alright?" The large black anthro-shepherd dog looks up into the Camera before staring off into space as Luther checked the network. "Yeah I'm fine...So are the Animals....Try being careful up there Hun before you smash us into something." he says looking around the cages and the panicking animals as he tried to calm them down and smiles.
Alex looks up and barks as he see's something approaching and fires the ships jets to move it out of the way.
"SHIT!" he says, his heart pounding as he tries to get an idea of what happened. Checking the sensors it seemed to be some general space debris...Small old...But...." He blinks as he inspects it. The shape was unnatural....A satellite?
Spreading the sensors around he blinks in surprise as the planet continues to spin....There were so many lights.
The jackals throat catches a bit as his muzzle drops. "Buddha's Balls...." He breathes a bit.
"Gentlescum, Bad news is the Gate seems to be gone." Before anyone could complain he dropped the next bombshell, "...I think we just found an inhabitated planet...."
There was general cursing as the entire crew hopped onto the ships sensor network to see.

Tatooine

The first thing I noticed was the headache. My head felt fuzzy and my memories were jumbled, as if I'd just watched a non-stop StarTrek marathon while surviving on nothing but caffeine pills. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the blurriness until the image resolved into that of a small metal cabin. I was laying on a couch, looking up into star-filled windows. Slowly my memories took form. The warp engines had misaligned, forming a wormhole, and had dropped me God-knows-where in another galaxy. I was a little over a day out from a habitable system, and, after fixing the engines and setting the autopilot, had taken to a bottle of Scotch to drown the problem.

"Oh, good. You're awake." I froze as the acerbic remark cut through the haze while simultaneously taking a hammer to the inside of my skull. Glancing around I spotted a balding man in a Starfleet uniform glaring at me distastefully. In that moment of surprise, my memories came rushing back, middle-class American merging with an old Scottish engineer. That, plus the hangover and mild panic over the semi-familiar environment formed Voltron, and the blackness took me again.

I awoke to the hiss of a hypospray. "Captain Scott, can you hear me?" I blinked dumbly at the fuzzy image of the Doctor - the Emergency Medical Hologram. In one hand he held a hypospray and the other a medical tricorder. This time his face showed real concern. "Captain Scott?"

"Aye," I muttered, mind clearing with the effects of whatever he'd hit me with. "I heard ya, lad. What happened ta me?" I sat up slowly, despite his grumbling.

"You've suffered some kind of neural disruption," the Doctor responded. "It resembles a memory overlay, but the meshing is so absolute that I can't isolate the affected pathways."

"Yeah, I'm havin' trouble with that m'self. I know what did it, though," I replied. The Doctor looked at me expectantly. "Some nigh omnipotent bein', like that blasted Trelain who kidnapped the Captain, or perhaps Q." I sighed. "Only this one was a fair sight prettier, but decided to stick some poor lad from an alternate twenty-first century into my head and drop us..." I felt my stomach drop. "Damn. We're in for it. I know where we are."

"You do?" the Doctor asked in disbelief. "Wait, I didn't say you could get up..."

I staggered past him, gaining my footing as my constitution fought back the hangover. I reached the cockpit just in time as the autopilot dropped us out of warp. "Aye, we're in it for sure," I muttered, gazing down at the sandy world cooking beneath two suns. "Tatooine. A refuge for wanderers and scoundrels, in the Outer Rim region of the Galactic Empire."

"How do you know that?" the Doctor asked.

"Extra memories, remember?" I said, tapping the side of my head. "I dunna know why its right, but I know it is." Sitting down at the seat, I called back, "Best get the lads up here. I might need their help." My fingers danced across the consoles, raising shields and arming weapons, just in case. "Now ta figure out how ta talk to them..."

Only ten minutes later, I'd found a subspace channel the spaceport used. It was obviously a backup, but at least there was some subspace communications in this galaxy, if no propulsion. in fact, the lack of drive damage to subspace seemed to make the engines run far more effectively than normal. I'd have to tweak them later to squeeze out optimal performance.

"This is Mos Eisley traffic control. It's about damned time you responded. Who are you?" the angry growl was perfectly understandable through the Universal Translator - I'd had it immediately begin sampling to build a database as soon as I could pick up any communications.

"Appologies, Mos Eisley Control. I'm Captain Scott, of the runabout River Ness. I'm afraid my hypercomm transceiver is down and I had ta get my subspace backup radio online and find a frequency to contact you with." I'd had plenty of time to work on that line, but at least it was true, from a certain point of view.

The voice ceased being aggressive and now sounded something between disbelieving and not caring., "Right...Well, do you want clearance to land or are you going to sit there in orbit all day?"

"I'd much appreciate it, Mos Eisley Control," I replied in Scotty's most patronizingly agreeable tone.

"Fine, you're cleared for docking bay ninety-seven. Docking fees will be required upon landing."

"Thank you kindly. I'm beginning my descent now." I cut the channel and settled into piloting the ship. It handled quite well, and was proving very enjoyable to fly.

"Captain, I think you need to see this," the EMH said, sounding concerned. "The Exocomps have found something."

"A container full of alien money?" I asked.

"How did you...?" The Doctor paused. "This is rather concerning. Perhaps on the way down you can give me a better idea of what this random omnipotent being put in your head."

"I'll try, lad, but it's nah gonna be easy ta sum up."

BobTheNinja:

When you check, there are not current missions, in fact everything seems extremely quiet.


On the holonet, you see that several CorSec officers are currently being hunted for. Turns out their radical opinions about the Empire has brought down unwanted pressure. An Inquisitor by the name of Jerec has been sent to deal with the dissenters amount Corellian Security.

One of those Officers under scrutiny is a Corran Horn, who is currently being accused of killing several beings, and could be trying to contact the Rebel Alliance.

If you check your account you will find a large sum of credit there. Enough to live fairly well on for a while.


Necron_Lord:

If you checked your account you will find a substantially large amount of imperial Credits which some might not take, at least until you start breaking some skulls of course.

The neighborhood, If you can call it that, is owned by a rather distates but powerful Hutt named Korbin. He seems to like you somewhat, which gives you a powerful ally, and you can through his name around, and get this done so much easier.

Because of your current standing with him, beings fear you even more then they already did. Which is rather impressive.

Wherever you head for your warehouse, a combination of your own intimidation, badassness, money and the influence of your "friend" will get you what you want, and at a great deal.



Fenris Ulfric:
When you arrive down, you will find a pair of Rodians wielding blasters. They require a small fee to watch after your ship, to make sure nothing "bad" happens to it.

The fee is 5000 credits each. They seem to be very casual and unafraid as if they don't view you as a threat.
In fact they don't, and expect you to be intimidated.


But with the Bully Mentality, there is a bit of cowardice there. If one of them is hurt or knocked out the other will flee. They don't care to actually get into a fire fight, they just expect to intimidate others into free credits.

I try to get a warehouse with a place for my ship, and in a bad enough part of the neighborhood to get in a good scrap once in a while, but not bad enough so that I have to worry about getting shot in a gang war, or crippling my supply of customers.

Necron:

You may need a Repulsar vehicle to get back and forth, it's a good distance walking to an appropriate area.

You do find a suitable warehouse, in a suitable part of the 'hood, and after a minor bit of haggling get it at a fair enough price.

Now it's up to you what you are going to do with it.

I set up a workshop, and begin making weaponry.

I also look out for a random bum to kidnap for an "experiment" to see if my weaponry can be used by non-orks.

GM OOC Post.

Give more detail on what you are doing.
Not just begin making weaponry. Set up a workshop. That's moving rather fast, and in a personal game, details are everything. Don't skip half the day with two lines.

Explain what you are doing, and how you are making weapons, especially when you have nothing at the moment besides your ship, your equipment and your money. No extra materials are available.

OOC: All right.

IC: I set up a workshop, and send out Grumlok to get some scrap.

Corran Horn...that name seemed familiar. I had heard it a few times before in my Earth life, but I hadn't bothered to look him up on Wookiepedia. In any case, I decided to see if there was anything I could do to help these officers out, hopefully without putting myself in the line of fire, but I wasn't holding my breath. I picked up my commlink and called up a couple Rebel information brokers I knew in Tyrena to see if they knew the officers' wherabouts and their current situations.

OOC: What is the exact date of our current setting?

OOC. Will edit it responses in a bit.

It's exactly 6 months before what the battle of Yavin should be.

BobTheNinja:

The reply from a Rebel Operative:

"Contact Whitecap. Coronet."


Whitecap is a Rebel Resistance Leader in Coronet City. He's well known in all Rebel circles.

He is also ex Corellian Security, though you have never met him. There are always several channels to get to him. But he's the one who the Corellian Fugatives might hit up first.

Wirewolf:

As you near the planet, you see vessels everywhere, as it's one of the major planet in the galaxy and is a major trade hub.

Until you get close no one pays you any mind, until the arrowhead like prow of a older Acclamator cruiser moves into view. It hails you "This is Corellian Naval Vessel Assured Rest, please state your business." the voice is polite and a bit friendly.

Wirewolf:

As you near the planet, you see vessels everywhere, as it's one of the major planet in the galaxy and is a major trade hub.

Until you get close no one pays you any mind, until the arrowhead like prow of a older Acclamator cruiser moves into view. It hails you "This is Corellian Naval Vessel Assured Rest, please state your business." the voice is polite and a bit friendly.

Alex blinks in surprise and leans forward in his chair and activates the Comm system.
"Ummmmm....Hello? You speak English?" he asks flabbergasted. "Ummm..." he blinks and checks the database for first contact scenarios....And shrugs and closes the document considering the data packet never talked about shit like this.
"Yes hello? Assured Rest is it? This is the Ad Astra of the Scum Flotilla, 'The Stars Our Destination.' Our ship just made a jump through a Pandora Gate and we have no clue where we are...."

LeClerc's voice came over the line, "The stars aren't even in the correct....Where are we?" he says over the ships private line.

Tattooine

The troopship translated out of the Warp mid-system. Leaking plasma-fuel and what little oxygen remained.

"I checked out the portholes, seeing the star-speckled blackness instead of the concentrated insanity of the Warp, I slammed the activation rune on the console. The only thing that could have brought us out of the Warp would be a nearby planet. With a sickening lurch, the escape-pod rocketed out of its berth, and into space. Something in the back of my mind seemed to chirp a warning, or something to that effect. I would have to make do without for a while. The aid-kit in the pod being barely enough for what injuries we already had. The small auspex built into the command console showed that the ship we had just left had drifted away. Suddenly, the ship seemed to explode, odd ripples on the command screen indicating that it had probably been drawn back into the Warp from whence it came. Jurgen came forward, a small flask in his hand.

'Jurgen, this is not going to be a good day.' I groaned.

'The Emperor Protects sir,' he said reproachfully. I nodded and turned back to the console, hoping to find a nearby planet. Though I did stop a moment to activate a distress beacon. Hopefully there would be a nearby ship to pick us up. If I had known what was going to happen to me, I would have simply left that button alone and hoped to land as a meteorite."

In the large passenger area, a heavy bag of credit chits appeared in a flash of light inside an empty locker.

Edit: Forgot the starting locations.

Wire:

The Human officer looked a bit puzzled when he looked down at his consol "English?" he said hesitantly "I do not believe I have heard of .. English."

He paused "You are a bit off course if the stars are your destination."

He nods to another officer and they commence to run a scan of the ship.



Sliver:

A ship moved close and hailed the lifeboat "This is the freighter Zavlok, may we be of assistance?"

The voice that comes through is cold, and confident. It belongs to an Feeorin male, a particularly grumpy and vivacious being.

OOC: Gonna write in the third-person perspective form this point. it'll make it easier for people to relate to the fact that, for the most part, this is Scotty.

Tatooine

"Well look at that, a welcoming committee," Captain Scott said, looking out the window at the pair of street-toughs waiting just inside the dock's entrance.

"They don't look very welcoming to me," the EMH said tersely. "Wait, you actually intend to go out there?" he asked as I set equipment on my belt.

"Oh, aye. T'will be a grand little show. Of course, I might need some backup, so..." A few taps on the holographic controls and the Doctor found himself in dark gray civilian garb with an olive-drab vest, its pockets filled with various things. Slung over his shoulder, a massive energy gun appeared. "There! You look quite the mercenary."

"I must protest! I'm a doctor, not a...an...actor!" he snapped back.

"Don't ye worry, laddie. Keep scowling like that and you'll da fine!" Scotty said with a grin.

Of course, the canny old engineer had the wherewithal to activate his personal shield before opening the door. Stepping out into the harsh, dry midday oven, he began strolling towards the exit, the runabout door closing behind him. The two Rodian toughs strode over, hands on their blasters, and stood there blocking his path. "Good afternoon!" Scotty greeted them. "Could either of you tell me where the administrative office is?"

The larger of the two laughed harshly. "Sure thing, old man, but you gotta pay your 'security fee' first."

"Security fee? That's covered in the docking fees, isn't it?" Scotty asked.

"That pays for some fat bureaucrat to pretend to watch your ship on a viewer. If you want to make sure nothing unfortunate happens to your little yacht there, you pay us," the Rodian replied.

Montgomery scoffed at the proclamation, "And how much would this special 'protection' cost me?"

"Five thousand," the tough replied.

"That's ah little steep now, don'ya think?" Scotty replied, sounding a little offended.

"Each," the second added, speaking for the first time.

"I'm afraid I donna have that much on me, lads," Scotty said heavily. "I'm afraid I'll have ta turn down your services."

"I don't think you get it. There is no 'turning us down'," the Rodian said angrily.

Scotty smirked at the Rodians, causing the smaller, quieter one to shift nervously. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I'm afraid I already have someone to watch my ship." He turned and waved at the cockpit. "Isn't that right, Doc?" he shouted - unnecessarily, as his communicator was on.

Before the Rodians could reply, the door slid back open, revealing a balding mercenary wielding an oversize compression-phaser rifle - pointed right at the Rodians. "What's going on?" he asked in his annoyed tone - that of a civilized man considering violence. "Who are they?" he added for effect.

"These lads seem ta want ye job, Doc. I tried ta tell'em 'no', but..." he shrugged apologetically.

"He said 'no'," 'Doc' said testily. "Security's my job. Now get lost." He brandished the rifle for emphasis.

"Best do what he says, lads," Scotty added sympathetically.

"I'm not scared of a human with a gun," the larger tough said, though his facade was wavering.

"What about two o' them?" Scotty asked, a touch of malice in his smile.

"What-?" the larger street tough started to ask, realizing he'd taken his eyes off his mark. He barely heard the odd whistling hiss of the phaser before he crumpled to the ground.

"You killed him!" the second Rodian shouted, staggering back and fumbling for his gun.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," 'Doc' called out, and the second Rodian froze, staring down two guns.

"Your friend's nae dead; just stunned," Scotty said slowly. "Unless you'd like tae join him and hope we dunna do anythin' to ye while yer napping, I suggest you drag him somewhere else and embarrass a few drinks out of him. Else..." he shrugged and waggled the tiny type-one phaser in his hand.

The Rodian nodded quickly, grabbed the other by the shoulders, and quickly dragged him out of the docking bay.

Scotty turned back to 'Doc'. "I hope the drinks are more lively than the welcoming committee."


First: Pay the *actual* docking fees.
Next: Go to the Cantina. Yes, THAT Cantina.

"Yes, you can be of assistance. A lift to the nearest Imperial outpost would be appreciated." The spinning of the lifeboat made it hard to make out the shape of the other ship. "Our troopship was unfortunately attacked in transit." I thought about it for a second. "A total of six survivors out of several thousand, no major injuries. You wouldn't happen to have any Tanna on board would you?" There was some tea in Jurgen's nigh bottomless supply bags, but I wasn't about to go digging. The thing at the back of my mind was poking insistently at my thoughts. "Could you at least tell me what sector we managed to get stranded in? It would look bad in the paperwork to forget." My palms were itching, a bad sign. They were either a little more lax than normal, which would be fine. Or things were going horribly wrong. I wouldn't put money on either choice... Too easy.

I head into the warehouse and inspect the interior.

"Hmmm, yeah, dis'll be good."

I turn on my communicator and yell, "Gazbag! Get off yer hide and take da ship to dese coordinates."

I send him the map, and turn to Grumlok, "Go to da nearest store an get sum scrap, we'z gonna need it if we're gonna get far."

The Flash Git nodded and said, "On it boss."

He then got his snazzgun and left.

I walk out the door to watch for anyone suspicious outside.

Corellia Orbit
Mercenary ship Pandora

The slick 180 meter long corvette cut through space with ease, to most it would seem like a armed transport, for they could only see laser cannons, with the rest of the armament recessed and concealed. The ship would normally have a complement of over 40 officers, crew, and pilots. But currently it only carried a crew of six and two passengers. The mercenary group named the Blackhearts made their home aboard the Pandora. Each were highly skilled and experienced fighters, commandos in essense.

Their recent job would gain them a hefty amount of credits once the final delivery was made.

They made a living off of high risk extractions of materials and people. Such as the two passengers, the son and daughter of a high ranking Corellian civil official. They were snatched by a gang of slavers and pirates intent on blackmailing their father with them. With CorSec in disarray due to the Empire's crackdown, CorSec could not help. And so the councilor turned to the Blackhearts, offering a large sum of credits for our help in rescuing his children.
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We took the offer. The job wasn't easy, but we came through it fine.In the end, the slaver gang was annihalated. Their base was cleared of hostiles ad traps. What captives that were left were freed. The Blackhearts went on their merry way, carrying the two children, who were physically unharmed, but mentally? Well, they are going to need some thorough counciling once they got back to their parents.

I was shaken out of my musings by the Blackhearts' chief pilot, Cora Loms, a young human woman with a fiery temper, but also the best damned pilot I knew of.

"Commander, we have established high orbit over Corellia, I've patched into space traffic control."

I shake off my musing and reply. "Good, let's get this job over with."

"Corellia Space Traffic Control, this is private vessel Pandora, requesting permission to proceed with the previously filed flight plan." I, as Marcus Johnson, spoke to traffic control.

The comm hissed abit as the controller connected to the channel. "Understood Pandora, registration and flight plan codes match, you are cleared to proceed to the spaceport."

"Thank you traffic control, Pandora out."
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With that out of the way, I and Kat Hens't, the female Cathar sniper of the Blackhearts, along with our two charges, went aboard the freighter Serenity, docked onto the Pandora on the specially configured cradle and docking tube on the Pandora's bottom side.

Once the docking clamps disengaged, the freighter the Blackhearts called Serenity, blasted off towards Corellia.

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Corellia, Main Spaceport

Corellia's main spaceport was a sight to behold, a huge complex capable of handling multitudes of ships of different shapes and sizes. It had hundreds to thousands of ships landing or departing from it at any one time. At a secluded area within the spaceport, a tearful reunion was held as the two children raced to their father the moment they spotted him as we were disembarking.

It was a satisfying sight, a happy happening in this dark era made by Palpatine. Soon the two kids were ushered into the nearby hovercar and were on their way back home.

"Thank you so very much," Councilor Orlin thanked as he shook my hand.

"It was our pleasure sir." I replied. "It feels good to take out the trash as it were."

"Even still, thank you, oh, yes." Orlin paused, bringing out his PDA. "I am now authorizing the rest of your payment, and a little extra, for your efforts."

"Thank you sir, I've received the payment, well, our business is concluded and I believe you have much catching up to do with your children. I'll be on my way."
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With that, we parted ways.

Now, time to find Hal Horn.

Alex blinks, "Yes English, a language that evolved naturally on our homeworld. Fascinating...Are you using some advanced form of technology to mimic our language? It can't be though...." he says as he switches to german, "Können sie verstehen Deutsch?" Then french, "Pouvez-vous parler en français?" He switches tracks and shifts his language again, "或如何對中國呢?" and again, "बारे में किस प्रकार या हिंदी? Русский возможно?"

He uses the ships sensors to begin scanning the other vessel. "And no the name of our Flotilla is named 'The Stars our Destination.' were Nomads that travel through the Sol System going from Venus to Mars and then back around stopping at every point inbetween."