He uses a T-gate and since there's no Kwai on board, he has to route readings to a Kwai remote navstation to ask for help with guidance. He uses a decoy identifier beacon and lies on the comm, disguising his voice slightly by making himself sound a little older and crustier, like some seasoned cargo captain.
"This is Captain Solo of the cargo freighter Millennium Falcon. I'm heading for the Revis system to deliver some mining equipment to mining colony Trellavio and don't have a Kwai navigator on board. Requesting remote T-gate nav assistance. Coordinates sent."
"Copy. Kwai guide Kevari here, and I'm locking in a navpath for you. Path transmitted. Safe journey, captain."
"Copy. Thanks for the assist."
A T-gate opens up and the ship flies through into a star system with a colony planet nearby, and a huge asteroid field. Tiny mining stations can be seen dotting the field.
Rich steers the cruiser into the field and eventually bears down on one of them - a derelict, long abandoned. Despite the fact that it looks like it hasn't been in operation in years, a landing bay door creaks open and he takes the ship in for a landing.
Grif is hidden just well enough that Rich doesn't see him as he drags a grav-lift filled with equipment out into the cargo bay and into the station beyond. One of the main rooms of the station, filled with abandoned mining equipment has something unusual in the center... a stolen decommissioned stargate, one of the models that used to be used back in the Legion's early days. The reason the threshold gates had been invented at all had been because of security exploits in the stargate system that could lead to unauthorized use, instability, and dimensional rifts.
This stargate has been heavily modified by strange cobbled-together tech, components stolen from Legion World. Rich gets to work, using mechanical skill he normally doesn't have to work on it, and while reaching up for some equipment high up he...
He changes. His body shudders and his flesh rolls and changes shape, turning a mottled purple. His arms unfurl into writhing tentacles that manipulate the equipment. Instead of glowing the white-blue they usually do when he's using his powers, his eyes glow purple and his face turns grotesque and zombie-like.
The equipment he's working with looks alien, but not as in "designed by aliens," it looks fell and twisted, like it doesn't even belong in the material universe.
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"This is Captain Solo of the cargo freighter Millennium Falcon. I'm heading for the Revis system to deliver some mining equipment to mining colony Trellavio and don't have a Kwai navigator on board. Requesting remote T-gate nav assistance. Coordinates sent."
"Copy. Kwai guide Kevari here, and I'm locking in a navpath for you. Path transmitted. Safe journey, captain."
"Copy. Thanks for the assist."
A T-gate opens up and the ship flies through into a star system with a colony planet nearby, and a huge asteroid field. Tiny mining stations can be seen dotting the field.
Rich steers the cruiser into the field and eventually bears down on one of them - a derelict, long abandoned. Despite the fact that it looks like it hasn't been in operation in years, a landing bay door creaks open and he takes the ship in for a landing.
Grif is hidden just well enough that Rich doesn't see him as he drags a grav-lift filled with equipment out into the cargo bay and into the station beyond. One of the main rooms of the station, filled with abandoned mining equipment has something unusual in the center... a stolen decommissioned stargate, one of the models that used to be used back in the Legion's early days. The reason the threshold gates had been invented at all had been because of security exploits in the stargate system that could lead to unauthorized use, instability, and dimensional rifts.
This stargate has been heavily modified by strange cobbled-together tech, components stolen from Legion World. Rich gets to work, using mechanical skill he normally doesn't have to work on it, and while reaching up for some equipment high up he...
He changes. His body shudders and his flesh rolls and changes shape, turning a mottled purple. His arms unfurl into writhing tentacles that manipulate the equipment. Instead of glowing the white-blue they usually do when he's using his powers, his eyes glow purple and his face turns grotesque and zombie-like.
The equipment he's working with looks alien, but not as in "designed by aliens," it looks fell and twisted, like it doesn't even belong in the material universe.