imported_L'Vek Darkivven
Sep 1st, 2004, 06:44:32 PM
Somewhere on Ord Mantell
“Damn droid. If I ever get my hands on that worthless bucket of bolts, I’ll dismantle him piece by piece and then toss him in a vat of molten metal.” A person in dark blue storm commando armor blurted out across the seemingly endless junkyard. The figure stomped along the hull of a scraped Corellian ‘vette which stuck out somewhat in the trash. It’s hull painted with turbolaser blasts. “That bot better be good to his word.” He muttered as he continued. He passed the communications system and began climbing up the drive section. He grabbed onto an open score on the ships plating and pulled him self up, he then grabbed another opening. It was some luck that a fighter had scored so many hit on an attack run. He continued climbing the holes until finally he reached the top. The man hoisted his body up and rolled onto his back. He stayed there for a moment and looked at the sky until he heard a heavy moan come from the interior apparently some of the shots had crippled a reinforcement brace in the drive section and the mans climbing had agitated the structure. The man quickly got up and ran toward the engine block plating cracked under each step until he reached the solid engine grid. “That droid is so, gonna pay extra. Now where is that damn container.” The man looked around, at a loss he un-clipped a pair of electrobinoculars and scanned more thoroughly. “Where is it?” He gave up and re-attached the binoculars to his belt. He kicked a piece of scrap lying on the hull and walked back to where he had climbed up. Expecting it to splash the man listed but heard a resounding thud. He rushed back toward the edge and peered down. As luck would have it, it was the container. “Jackpot.”
“Damn droid. If I ever get my hands on that worthless bucket of bolts, I’ll dismantle him piece by piece and then toss him in a vat of molten metal.” A person in dark blue storm commando armor blurted out across the seemingly endless junkyard. The figure stomped along the hull of a scraped Corellian ‘vette which stuck out somewhat in the trash. It’s hull painted with turbolaser blasts. “That bot better be good to his word.” He muttered as he continued. He passed the communications system and began climbing up the drive section. He grabbed onto an open score on the ships plating and pulled him self up, he then grabbed another opening. It was some luck that a fighter had scored so many hit on an attack run. He continued climbing the holes until finally he reached the top. The man hoisted his body up and rolled onto his back. He stayed there for a moment and looked at the sky until he heard a heavy moan come from the interior apparently some of the shots had crippled a reinforcement brace in the drive section and the mans climbing had agitated the structure. The man quickly got up and ran toward the engine block plating cracked under each step until he reached the solid engine grid. “That droid is so, gonna pay extra. Now where is that damn container.” The man looked around, at a loss he un-clipped a pair of electrobinoculars and scanned more thoroughly. “Where is it?” He gave up and re-attached the binoculars to his belt. He kicked a piece of scrap lying on the hull and walked back to where he had climbed up. Expecting it to splash the man listed but heard a resounding thud. He rushed back toward the edge and peered down. As luck would have it, it was the container. “Jackpot.”