Sprocket Gearhead
Sep 15th, 2005, 12:42:16 AM
Endor, a small moon on the Outer Rim, just in the Ablajeck Sector, is the native home to the Ewoks, a small and primitive race of bear-like creatures. Endor also happened to be the stage for one of the final battles between the Imperial Forces and the Rebel Alliance. There were several casualties among the Ewok species.
Fortuantely for one individual of the aforementioned race, one self-named Ewok dubbed as "Sprocket Gearhead," he wasn't even on the planet at the time. Nor, chances are, would he ever see the planet again. Banned from his tribe for tinkering with a droid that had somehow wandered into their camp, Sprocket had abandoned Endor, getting passage secretly on an Imperial ship.
Of course, it would stop at several planets, and at each stop, the elusive and essentric Ewok would sneak out of each ship, in hopes of finding another ship. The destination was unknown to him. He was merely compelled to not only keep travelling on various ships, but to constantly absorb some of the various bits of information that he could. He was, like most hitchhikers, merely "following his little gut." In doing this, he learned Basic and several other language at an unnatural rate. But, because of the basic structure of his palate, he was more often unable to speak the languages learned. He would work to one day rectify this problem.....
Unlike most of his race, Sprocket was quite inquisitive. Due in part to spending much of his time secluded and/or hidden in cargo holds, his spare time was past tinkering with the various contraptions that he found within. In doing so, during the several years of travel, Sprocket gained an unusual affinity for the mechanics of modern machinery, far surpassing his tribes ability to make objects like hang-gliders, bows, and slingshots. When he was finished with his tinkering, he would find that the object, more often than not, was improved and modified, surpassing the standard design flaws and "snags" that he would most often find within the initial products.
It was on one day, that the little, gray-furred Ewok made his way from an old cargo carrier, sneaking around the area. He found himself on a strange port. Looking about, he found himself surrounded by light brown, clay and gray stone colored buildings. Zipping through the crowds, the Ewok made his way about, hiding behind various objects, such as obsolete droids, active droids, packages as tall as himself, low walls, and other small shaped objects. Looking about, he found the information he was looking for, but only by hearing it from the mouths of a few of the what he assumed to be pilots. The same word that was replicated several times, and in various langauges, was Onderon.
The first thought was simple enough.
Ooops. I thought I was in Ambria. Or at least, that's what the computer in the holds said. Perhaps I should return and adjust the navigational array. Minor mistakes like this could lead to vehicular inefficiency, which could be quite problematic for the pilot and his charges......
Finding a computer terminal that was currently unusued, the Ewok accessed it, looking for the proper files. Finding a map, another thought popped into his mind.
Oh, Ambria is the next planet over. A simple error. This planet is indeed Onderon. And this port is known as Iziz. Hmmm, it's also the capital city. Maybe I'll find some parts for the item that I require here in this city.
Jumping down from the four and a half foot terminal, Sprocket made his way into the city.
Fortuantely for one individual of the aforementioned race, one self-named Ewok dubbed as "Sprocket Gearhead," he wasn't even on the planet at the time. Nor, chances are, would he ever see the planet again. Banned from his tribe for tinkering with a droid that had somehow wandered into their camp, Sprocket had abandoned Endor, getting passage secretly on an Imperial ship.
Of course, it would stop at several planets, and at each stop, the elusive and essentric Ewok would sneak out of each ship, in hopes of finding another ship. The destination was unknown to him. He was merely compelled to not only keep travelling on various ships, but to constantly absorb some of the various bits of information that he could. He was, like most hitchhikers, merely "following his little gut." In doing this, he learned Basic and several other language at an unnatural rate. But, because of the basic structure of his palate, he was more often unable to speak the languages learned. He would work to one day rectify this problem.....
Unlike most of his race, Sprocket was quite inquisitive. Due in part to spending much of his time secluded and/or hidden in cargo holds, his spare time was past tinkering with the various contraptions that he found within. In doing so, during the several years of travel, Sprocket gained an unusual affinity for the mechanics of modern machinery, far surpassing his tribes ability to make objects like hang-gliders, bows, and slingshots. When he was finished with his tinkering, he would find that the object, more often than not, was improved and modified, surpassing the standard design flaws and "snags" that he would most often find within the initial products.
It was on one day, that the little, gray-furred Ewok made his way from an old cargo carrier, sneaking around the area. He found himself on a strange port. Looking about, he found himself surrounded by light brown, clay and gray stone colored buildings. Zipping through the crowds, the Ewok made his way about, hiding behind various objects, such as obsolete droids, active droids, packages as tall as himself, low walls, and other small shaped objects. Looking about, he found the information he was looking for, but only by hearing it from the mouths of a few of the what he assumed to be pilots. The same word that was replicated several times, and in various langauges, was Onderon.
The first thought was simple enough.
Ooops. I thought I was in Ambria. Or at least, that's what the computer in the holds said. Perhaps I should return and adjust the navigational array. Minor mistakes like this could lead to vehicular inefficiency, which could be quite problematic for the pilot and his charges......
Finding a computer terminal that was currently unusued, the Ewok accessed it, looking for the proper files. Finding a map, another thought popped into his mind.
Oh, Ambria is the next planet over. A simple error. This planet is indeed Onderon. And this port is known as Iziz. Hmmm, it's also the capital city. Maybe I'll find some parts for the item that I require here in this city.
Jumping down from the four and a half foot terminal, Sprocket made his way into the city.