OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251670.0)<br/>Characters Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251671.0)<br/><br/><strong>The obligatory Star Wars Introductory Crawl. (http://www.starwars.com/games-apps/star-wars-crawl-creator/?cid=57740167e4b0569603c7d519)</strong><br/>(OOC: For just the text see the spoiler tags below.)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">STAR WARS<br/>EPISODE I: THE DELUGE<br/>It is a dark time. The Republic and the Jedi are forgotten, and the galaxy is in the iron grip of THE EMPIRE.<br/><br/>On the Mid-Rim world of Nyriaan, Corporate Sector authorities have a plan to extract countless precious resources in order to feed the Imperial war machine, no matter what the cost to the planet.<br/><br/>Few dare to REBEL against the Empire, but a small group of strangers may hold the fate of Nyriaan in their hands....</div></div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://cmryan.brinkster.net/wiki/images/8/84/Snivvian1.png)</div>A space station hangs in orbit over a world of dense, swirling clouds. The station is a utilitarian eyesore called Platform Trill 92, and looks as if it was patched together out of shipping containers and assorted pods and tubes. The amenities on board are no more appealing--a hotel with cramped lodgings, an overpriced general store, and a dank cantina that smelled of stale air and condensation. Further out in orbit, other spaceships rest in the void, waiting for their turn to dock.<br/><br/>The<em>Koomb Fflawray</em>rests in docking bay 27. The previous crew of the vessel were Herglics, so some of the ship's features have been oversized to accommodate that species' large features. The result is to make the Snivvian kneeling in the pilot's chair look even smaller and younger than he already does. His name is Tevlun, and he is a bonded member of the Hyperspace Navigator's Guild. Tevlun is hunched over the ship's control panel, connecting a portable Laser Transport Array system. Nyriaan's atmosphere is so hazardous that trying to fly through it is essentially an exercise in flying blind.  The HNG has negotiated exclusive rights over the laser guidance system that allows ships to land on the surface with relative safety, and their bonded navigators are the only ones allowed to pilot ships to the surface.<br/><br/>"No problem folks, we're almost done here... almost done..." Tevlun calls back over his shoulder, talking a little more loudly than is necessary.  "Almost... there we go... DONE!" He flops back into the oversized pilot's seat. "OK, we're good to go when you are!  The dock crew is finished on the outside of the ship. When you're ready to leave, we'll just fly back up and remove the equipment for you." He gingerly touches the cockpit flight controls, testing out where everything is and leaving behind damp spots after removing his sweaty palms.<br/><br/>"Yeah, OK. I'm definitely ready to go." He mumbles to himself. "No problem."