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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.

Daria Nytherciria
Sep 24th, 2005, 06:54:56 AM
As with any unplanned detour, it was with reluctance that Jedi Knight Daria Nytherciria landed on the planet Onderon. Recently departed from Ambria, and now keeping company with the amnesiac Severen, her decision to stop over on Onderon temporarily was one of necessity. It seemed that time and the trials put upon her ship had eventually taken their toll. Though neither of its passengers were mechanically minded, it didn’t take a genius to know that something was wrong. Daria herself had spent many years on board the craft and had come to have a certain awareness for the various sounds and motions the vessel made, and since leaving Ambria had noticed a distinct change.

After a short discussion, it had been decided that some kind of health check for the ship was required. Though it was risky to land anywhere, it was even riskier to carry on with the prospect of the ship somehow failing on them. As fortune would have it, Onderon was known to have only tenuous links at best with the Empire, instead being governed by a much more archaic system – a royal family.

Iziz city was a thriving and diverse city, and Daria found that her typically alien appearance was overlooked by most. Robes such as hers were not on uncommon, particularly in the bustling bazaars and winding side streets. Even early in the morning, the crowds were thick. Having left Severen to rest for the time being, she had made it her task for the day to survey the area. It was likely that there best chance of finding some help, no questions asked, would be with a less than reputable character. No doubt one of the many cantina’s dotted around the city would provide an ample amount of such people.

Sprocket Gearhead
Sep 25th, 2005, 10:32:55 PM
Having little difficulty in making his way through the crowds, Sprocket made great time in getting to one of the side alleyways, where parts-pedaling was more common. Sifting through the pieces with an appraising eye, he sorted through what was junk to him, and what could be a valuable piece to his prototype. After only a short while, he found what he needed: a semi-functional rebreather mask, retrofitted for smaller species, like the Gand. It would take only a few hours of tinkering to get it to work again, and another few hours to adjust it to his liking. And another few hours to add a feature or two to it. Signing to the barterer, he held out the credits he had purloined from the cargo hold. Fortunately for him, the currency was accepted here, and he walked off, now the owner of a few spare components and a rebreather mask.

With his shopping done, he made his way back to the ship. Only as he was making his way to the cargo hold, did he notice that the human male pilot was in there, and rummaging through the belongings, and in a rather foul mood. He mentioned something about credits, and Sprocket knew it was time to go. Making his way quickly back into a crowd, he began to look for another ship.

Unfortunately, following the flow of the crowd, Sprocket found himself back at the side streets. Still in a rush, he darts out of the crowd.......

......and runs straight into what he thought was a woman in brownish robes.......

Daria Nytherciria
Oct 7th, 2005, 12:43:15 PM
Daria stumbled backwards as a small furry creature collided with her. Though she aimed to stay calm at all times, her nerves were somewhat on edge, and a quick pang of panic flashed into her mind for the briefest of moments.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, thinking the collision had likely been her fault. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn’t been focused entirely on where she was going.

Through the Force, she saw the ewok on the dusty ground, and offered a hand out to assist.

Sprocket Gearhead
Oct 8th, 2005, 01:50:32 AM
With a squeak of surprise, the Ewok hit the ground. Just afterwards, he heard and understood the apology. Apparently, this humanoid (something told him she wasn't quite human) thought she was at fault.

And then shock hit. Looking up, he noticed that she offered a hand, to help him up. This was common amongst the more civil of the humanoids. And she was treating him well. Not chasing him, kicking at him. She was much like the settlers that Sprocket had encountered on Endor. Willing to lend a hand.

Smiling, showing his large, blocky teeth, Sprocket took the pro-offered hand, pulling himself up with ease. This woman was strong, though the thought that the Ewok weighed less than fifty pounds came to his mind. Sprocket, patting the dust off his fur and straightening his hood, begins speaking.

"Oh, no. It was my fault. I was going too fast, being too hazardous..."

It struck Sprocket after the third sentence. He was speaking his native tongue. And he couldn't speak Basic.

Thinking quickly, Sprocket took his finger and began tracing letters in the sand. With a practiced hand, he was able to get the message across quickly. The letters simply said:

MY FAULT. I'M SORRY. YOU O.K.?