<div class="floatleft">(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/760/430/c89.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Kaulo Ma<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cockpit<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All,  Open<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Lur<br/><strong>Actions (Combat only)</strong>:NA<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>NA<br/><br/><em>"Fin launching."</em><br/><br/>The techs had done what they could but they were not miracle workers and the Y-Wing had suffered considerable damage in the previous battle.  His shields were at full strength but many of the lights that should have been green were yellow instead.  Still, one had to give the techs credit; none of the lights were red.  He was missing one of his guns and his hyperdrive had been described to him as 'unreliable'.  The fighter-bomber's condition had been rated adequate for the task of getting him to the Final Frontier and back again.  No guarantee was given as to how the ship would perform in combat.<br/><br/>Tucked into the cramped cockpit with him were Kaulo's weapons.  He carried two razor edged short clubs.  Centuries ago they had been edged with the wielder's own teeth.  Now they were made with metal or ceramic blades in place of the teeth.  They were called<em>Biters</em>, as much out of respect for the earlier design as from a lack of need to rename them.  Somewhere there was also a large blaster, a DT-12.  Kaulo couldn't remember having fired it at anything living.  He carried it because he'd been told to carry a blaster and it was the first one he'd come across that would accommodate his large fingers.  Whatever they found on the ship, he was ready for it.