Tempist Opps
Feb 20th, 2002, 12:51:18 PM
The twin suns had positioned themselves into the sky, for the time of no shadows. It was noon on Tatooine, and very hot. He was lucky, heat never seemed to bother him much. A man, a smuggler, made his way into the bar outside of the hanger, and went in with the intent of getting drunk enough to forget ever doing so. Inside, a pair of eyes watched him, as he downed mug after mug of ale. A few hours later, he stood to leave, and stumbled into the wall, and then passed out on the floor. The dark robed figgure that had been watching him stood, and walked to the unconsious man. He picked him up, and threw him over is sholder. He walked out, and walked to the edge of the station. He kept on walking, out into the desert. The two arived at a shallow indentation in the sand.
The robed figgure slammed his foot against the indentation, and the sand gave way to a deep pit. A foul stench rose up from the hollow, and a loud roar could be heard clearly, a very distinct roar. They had just disturbed a Raincor pit, one of the few natural ones left. Most raincors were captured and broken into submission for torture and punishment of prisioners. Not this one though, he was far too large and lethal for any to tame. The robed man threw the smuggler into the pit, and his eyes darted open as he fell... only in time to scream at the painful death that awaited him. Right before he was released into the pit, he was stripped of all currency, key cards, and anything else of value. The screams were satasifying, and the figgure walked back to the station, not bothering to check on the raincor.
He arrived at the docking bay, where the smuggler's ship awaited it's new owner. It was quite a freighter, a Corellian Engeneering Corperation YT-2400. He walked up to the gates, and scanned the cards he had just aquired. He entered the ship, and found himself at home with the controls... he had flown one of thiese only once before, but it was still familiar to him. "Very nice... quite a shame he came to an end so early, he may have become somthing more than future raincor dung..."
With this said, Tempist ascended in his new ship into the sky, and back twards TSE. He set it to auto piolit, and took out an empty glass bottle he had taken from the bar. He smashed it accross the inside hull of the ship, and christened it "Morphling".
He returned into Sith space, which had been drasticly cut back as of late, and signaled to HQ who he was. After everything was setteled, he landed his craft in an empty feild a few miles from the complex, and smiled on his way back. This had been quite an eventful day.
The robed figgure slammed his foot against the indentation, and the sand gave way to a deep pit. A foul stench rose up from the hollow, and a loud roar could be heard clearly, a very distinct roar. They had just disturbed a Raincor pit, one of the few natural ones left. Most raincors were captured and broken into submission for torture and punishment of prisioners. Not this one though, he was far too large and lethal for any to tame. The robed man threw the smuggler into the pit, and his eyes darted open as he fell... only in time to scream at the painful death that awaited him. Right before he was released into the pit, he was stripped of all currency, key cards, and anything else of value. The screams were satasifying, and the figgure walked back to the station, not bothering to check on the raincor.
He arrived at the docking bay, where the smuggler's ship awaited it's new owner. It was quite a freighter, a Corellian Engeneering Corperation YT-2400. He walked up to the gates, and scanned the cards he had just aquired. He entered the ship, and found himself at home with the controls... he had flown one of thiese only once before, but it was still familiar to him. "Very nice... quite a shame he came to an end so early, he may have become somthing more than future raincor dung..."
With this said, Tempist ascended in his new ship into the sky, and back twards TSE. He set it to auto piolit, and took out an empty glass bottle he had taken from the bar. He smashed it accross the inside hull of the ship, and christened it "Morphling".
He returned into Sith space, which had been drasticly cut back as of late, and signaled to HQ who he was. After everything was setteled, he landed his craft in an empty feild a few miles from the complex, and smiled on his way back. This had been quite an eventful day.