(http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/Aeronautica%20Imperialis/thunderhawk.jpg)<br/><br/>Trepdofson's East Wing Spaceport normally houses commercial lining and trading ships, but in the southwest hangars rest a small scatter of ships owned by the Private Military Company known as Fersalik. The company surely is small time, having only a handful of teams, 5 hangars, and a single office.<br/><br/>One ship, in perticular, looked slightly worn, stained, and borderline rusted. The ThunderHawk has been in flight for over 15 years, and has its beatdown look to show for it.<br/><br/>(http://media.moddb.com/images/downloads/1/21/20286/swkotor_2009-10-16_09-15-14-10.jpg)<br/><br/>The captain of the ship, Dick Moorhouse, sat in the ships main hub, the aged war veteran sitting upon a couch with his legs spread wide, donned in loose fitting urban camo cargo pants, capped off with finely polished black warboots. His right hand held a bottle of Bobay Blue and his left hand idly stroked his crotch through his pants.<br/><br/>In the center of the hub is a round, 3D holographic computer. With only a handful of upgrades, the computer was currently used for something much more important....watching 3D holographic porn, specifically a large cocked lizardman pounding his phallus into the sex of a human girl from behind. The computers' speakers echoed the sounds of the girl's fake moans all throughout the ship.<br/><br/>Dick slowly looks down at his hand that makes his own member grow in his pants, but more specifically to check his watch. With a light sigh, he realizes the time. Gotta get the mind back in the game, and get this cock soft again. He takes another swig of his Bombay before standing up and clicking off the porn. He caps the bottle and sets it aside as he walks over towards the walkway leading down to the main double doors at the belly of the ship. His new team, freshly assigned to him, should be arriving any minute...<br/>