Ixion
Nov 15th, 2005, 08:07:27 PM
"WHADDA YA MEAN IMPOUNDED!!!!!"
-The short young man was literally jumping up and down with his arms flailing around in the air.-
"RRRrrrrRrrrrrwwwwl"
-The clipboard weilding Wookie mechanic replied in his native guteral tongue as calm as one would expect of someone who impounds vessels on a regular basis.
The pacing teenager slammed his fists on the desk, his right hand leaving a crack.-
"FINE!!!
KEEP THE FREAK'IN THING WHY DONTCHA!!!"
-In a temper, he turned on his heals and stormed off.
The light freighter was a real piece of junk, stolen at that, possible the worst vessel to ever see space travel; but that was besides the point.-
"I stole it fair and square"
-He mubbled under his breath as he angrely stomped down the dingy concrete gangway on the outskirts of the Corellian metropolis.
He lashed out with his vibroblade of death, the unsuspecting signpost never saw it coming.
The satchel hit the floor with a loud *THUD* as he threw it onto the grass embankment by the canal, ploding himself beside it; he lied down, knees up and apart, hands behind his head with elbows lifted.
His white gloved hands where engulfed in his blonde hair, his eyes where like pools of buring gold in the midday sun. His crimson overcoat in good condition but obviously creased and smudged from traveling the trade routes, planet hopping thorugh the Corellian system.
He picked up his own ship, far more convineient then hitchhiking, unfortunaltey it didn't last.-
" *SIGH*
Easy come easy go I guess..."
-A winding hand delved into his pack and removed a canned drink; with two hand on the container, a brief glow of blue-white light emanated from the tin before dying down again.-
*TTSSSSsssss*
-The now icy cold beverage fizzed over leaving a big puddle on hthe previously dry red overcoat and black shirt beneath.-
"Oh, somebody SHOOT me PLEASE...."
-The short young man was literally jumping up and down with his arms flailing around in the air.-
"RRRrrrrRrrrrrwwwwl"
-The clipboard weilding Wookie mechanic replied in his native guteral tongue as calm as one would expect of someone who impounds vessels on a regular basis.
The pacing teenager slammed his fists on the desk, his right hand leaving a crack.-
"FINE!!!
KEEP THE FREAK'IN THING WHY DONTCHA!!!"
-In a temper, he turned on his heals and stormed off.
The light freighter was a real piece of junk, stolen at that, possible the worst vessel to ever see space travel; but that was besides the point.-
"I stole it fair and square"
-He mubbled under his breath as he angrely stomped down the dingy concrete gangway on the outskirts of the Corellian metropolis.
He lashed out with his vibroblade of death, the unsuspecting signpost never saw it coming.
The satchel hit the floor with a loud *THUD* as he threw it onto the grass embankment by the canal, ploding himself beside it; he lied down, knees up and apart, hands behind his head with elbows lifted.
His white gloved hands where engulfed in his blonde hair, his eyes where like pools of buring gold in the midday sun. His crimson overcoat in good condition but obviously creased and smudged from traveling the trade routes, planet hopping thorugh the Corellian system.
He picked up his own ship, far more convineient then hitchhiking, unfortunaltey it didn't last.-
" *SIGH*
Easy come easy go I guess..."
-A winding hand delved into his pack and removed a canned drink; with two hand on the container, a brief glow of blue-white light emanated from the tin before dying down again.-
*TTSSSSsssss*
-The now icy cold beverage fizzed over leaving a big puddle on hthe previously dry red overcoat and black shirt beneath.-
"Oh, somebody SHOOT me PLEASE...."