Entry Number 050603A
Rose started neatly folding the papers, placing a hand on the small of my back to lead me in front of the ship. She smiles a little, licking over her upper teeth.
"This is a B-12 Bacta Transport. It's not the most elegant thing you could be travelling with to Canto Bight, I admit," She whispers in my ear, placing her arms behind her back and rocking herself back-forth on her heels. "But, even the mega-rich need to cool in a bacta tank for a while. Y'know, after losing all their money on stupid bets and overpriced cigars?"
I can't help but feel a smile being pulled on my face, hearing Frost chuckle beside me. She goes on about the technical advances and how the Order changed it so the extra reservoirs of bacta are actually filled with spy technology, weapons and mostly solar-powered blasters. "It's length is an entire 238 meter, it can take up to 26 people in crew but only 6 passengers, it's cargo capacity is 600,000 metric tons. Not bad for something manufactured by Kuat Drive Yards, hm?" She muses, walking over to the right wing of the ship where Navaien was working, slapping her hand over the bottom of it, making some dust fall into Navaien's face as he was working. I stifled a giggle.
"It's a spinoff of the Lancer-class frigate, bacta's stored in sixteen pressurized spheres with controlled temperature to keep the bacta from spoiling. Only six of our wonderful spheres are actually bacta, mostly mixed with water," she adds, moving her head left-right as if she was calculating the exact proportions of water-bacta inside the reservoir. Something told me she most probably was. "While the rest is equipment and supplies."
"This is a B-12 Bacta Transport. It's not the most elegant thing you could be travelling with to Canto Bight, I admit," She whispers in my ear, placing her arms behind her back and rocking herself back-forth on her heels. "But, even the mega-rich need to cool in a bacta tank for a while. Y'know, after losing all their money on stupid bets and overpriced cigars?"
I can't help but feel a smile being pulled on my face, hearing Frost chuckle beside me. She goes on about the technical advances and how the Order changed it so the extra reservoirs of bacta are actually filled with spy technology, weapons and mostly solar-powered blasters. "It's length is an entire 238 meter, it can take up to 26 people in crew but only 6 passengers, it's cargo capacity is 600,000 metric tons. Not bad for something manufactured by Kuat Drive Yards, hm?" She muses, walking over to the right wing of the ship where Navaien was working, slapping her hand over the bottom of it, making some dust fall into Navaien's face as he was working. I stifled a giggle.
"It's a spinoff of the Lancer-class frigate, bacta's stored in sixteen pressurized spheres with controlled temperature to keep the bacta from spoiling. Only six of our wonderful spheres are actually bacta, mostly mixed with water," she adds, moving her head left-right as if she was calculating the exact proportions of water-bacta inside the reservoir. Something told me she most probably was. "While the rest is equipment and supplies."