Name: Wren Drelot
Planet: Coruscant
Location: Hanger, and then abroad the Vagabond.
"Oh, that's not going to be a problem. Bounty collections have proven successful enough lately," the twi'lek replied. She appeared to be relieved because of Wren's kindness, and he couldn't smile but smile weakly at that. It was nice feeling helping out people, even if they were bounty hunters who desired to kill people. It was probable that she was relatively new to the business, possibly have escaped being a slave or so and now killing slavers for revenge. That was one theory and curiosity was getting the better of him. Who could she be hunting and would they put up a fight? Now things were getting a bit more interesting, because of all the possibilities even if his pessimism lead to every thought being connected to greed and murder. Though Wren was also getting a feeling that this whole ordeal was connected to the Sith. Sighing to himself, it was clearly a sign from the force that he couldn't escape the conflict no matter how hard he tried.
"Good, follow me," Wren motioned. "By the way, the name is Wren."
Wren breezed through the the hanger and finally found his ship standing there, pristine as he had left it. "I call her the Vagabond. I am not that good at naming things. But it works well enough." The silver, black and blue Vagabond would be classified as a scouting ship, but has been outfitted by its two previous owners to be suited for smuggling. Designed to accommodate small crews (often only one or two at a time), the Vagabond has a fairly large cockpit, common room and sleeping quarters to maximize comfort. The cargo bay has been generously expanded following renovations, with a few secret ladder to access the other parts of the ship for smuggling or maintenance purposes. The engine room has been surprisingly untouched but the engines have been recently replaced to upgrade the dysfunctional hyperdrive. "Well then, let's get on board and get flying. I don't want to be on this overpopulated rock for much longer."
Wren led his new companion abroad the Vagabond via it's loading ramp. The cargo bay felt a bit sparse compared to normal, with only a few large black containers of materials spread out. If one were to open the containers, it would be full of necessary supplies such as food or fuel. Wren fancies himself a man with voracious appetite. "Down there is the engine room," Wren began pointing to the end of the ship. "I'd recommend you stay out of there. I don't want you breaking anything. T4 gives me enough trouble when I go there." As if it coming like a dog hearing its name, a utility droid rolled into the cargo bay.
"Beep-boop" The droid buzzed at it's owner.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Head to the cockpit and plot a course for Kashyyyk. We're heading out immediately," Wren barked at the droid. "Sorry about that. He likes to get on my case whenever possible. He seems to know that I lack the ability to return him back to factory settings," he turned to the twi'lek. "Let's finish the tour." Wren walked towards the cockpit, showing the woman the common room with its comfortable couches and single coffee table, the cramped rest room that could barely service a single person and the bedroom with it's queen sized bed and bedside table. "The bedroom is a bit small. Hope you don't mind sharing," Wren said with a sly wink. "Anyway, get settled in. I'll head to the cockpit and take off shortly. Meet you there."
Wren made his way to the cockpit, which at most could seat four: a pilot, a co-pilot, and two passengers. It was clear the additional passenger seats were added at one point, considering the stark differences in material. It was also clear the seats were old, with the wear and tear of years of use readily apparent. The cockpit itself was festive display of lights, computers and maps and it was a miracle that anyone could make sense of the elaborate display. Even Wren himself would admit it would be impossible to pilot without the droid's help, but even T4 barely provided much assistance, preferring to taunt Wren with its sarcasm. "Take a seat and buckle up. We're taking off!" Wren said after sensing the Twi'lek enter the room, paying no heed at any attempt for eye contact.
With that meager warning (and being barely polite enough to let her take a seat), Wren took off immediately, cutting through any traffic and warnings and immediately shooting out of the atmosphere. It was a bumpy ride at best, but it was clear Wren was in a rush. Once Wren broke free of the gravity, Wren made the arrangements to engage the hyperdrive engines and entered hyperspace as soon as he could, switching on auto-pilot after he was sure everything was running smoothly. "If all goes well, we should be there eventually, though with any luck it won't be too long. Not sure what you want to do now. You could take a rest if you want," Wren shrugged, having little experience in entertaining guests.
(OOC: Here is the ship I based Wren's on. Envision it as an older model if the fact its a newer ship is too troublesome. Just imagine it being slightly larger (in that it had enough room to fit people and illegal cargo) and better suited for smuggling operations. I couldn't exactly give him the Millennium Falcon now could I? xD
https://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/JumpMaster_5000)